3 years ago...

Reyes approached the kid handcuffed to the chair. He was dirty, scruffy, and... desperate.

Gabriel knew the feeling all to well. His father had died when he was younger, his mother could barely take care of him. Reyes was faced with turning to the streets or going into the military. He chose the latter, hoping to make something of himself.

He looked down at the kid's profile.

"Jessie McCree. Crimes: Train Robbery...? Found with: A revolver, pancho, a cowboy hat..."

Reyes looked up from the profile.

"Are you trying to look like a clown? This isn't a game kid. People could've gotten hurt."

The teenager shifted a bit, his gaze looking down in shame.

Reyes sighed. Damn it.

Gabriel walked over to McCree.

"Look kid. I know it's rough out there. I know it's easy to get caught up with the wrong people. But your better than this."

McCree continued to avoid Reyes gaze.

Gabriel walked back over to the profile to check who he would send this kid back to.

Parents: Deceased.

Reyes walked over to McCree again and released his restraints.

McCree looked up at him, and then towards the door.

He got up and began to make his way to the exit.

"Wait," Gabriel spoke up just as he got to door. "You can leave, walk out that door, never look back, and continue down the road you're on. But I've been where you're standing, kid. You can be better than that. You could leave. Or you could stay here. I can help."

The boy reached his hand towards the door knob. It hovered there a moment, and then lowered.

McCree turned to Reyes.

"Show me."

Present Day...

He's been in worse spots than this.

Several shots hit the flipped metal table he was hiding behind.

Okay maybe not.

More shots. Damn this guy was good. He pulled out his revolver. Five shots. He checked his belt for more ammo. Nothing.

"Well McCree," he said, "you've really screwed the pooch this time."

He locked the chamber of his revolver back in place, and checked his comms. Still down.

McCree realized the sniper hadn't fired in a few seconds, meaning-

Two shots went straight through his left arm.

"Damn it!"

McCree rolled to other side of the small side room in the factory, flipping over another table as cover. He checked his wounds. He couldn't feel his arm. He tore his pancho off and tied it around his arm.

The damn thing was a set. The whole god damn thing.

He was running out of options and fast. He had to get outside of the factory. The jamming signal only seemed to work inside the building. He looked to the doors. Only way out. Twenty meters. If this guys aim stayed just as accurate as it had been he wouldn't stand a chance.

"Come on! Think damn it! Think!"

A shot flashed overhead. Flashed. That's it. McCree pulled the last of his flash bangs from his boot. Three of them. These things were way to short range on their own but if he rewired them together the blast could fill the whole factory for a few seconds.

He noticed there hadn't been a shot in a few seconds and rolled back to his original hiding spot, just as a shot landed right where his head would've been.

He popped the caps off of the flash bangs, and made his scrappy bomb.

This would blind him and the sniper. A few shots hit the table.

"Better than getting shot when you can see," he thought.

He tossed the makeshift flash bang out as he rolled out from behind cover. Everything went white.

He heard a woman exclaim from above him. The sniper. He fired the remainder of his rounds in her direction as he ran. He smashed his shoulder through the door, and felt his shoulder break with the impact. He fell to the ground, outside of that death trap of a factory.

His comms came back on. He screamed into them.

"Get me a damn evac now!"

He stumbled to his feet, as his vision slowly returned.

He heard the snap of glass as his assassin got into position at the doorway. He rolled to his right, and attempted to fire his revolver only to met with the click of an empty gun. He could make the vague shape of a woman aiming at him through the scope of a sniper rifle.

This was it.

The roar of drop ship interrupted the thought as McCree felt himself grabbed by the evac. The sniper realizing this was her last chance took her shot at him as he was pulled into the ship. McCree felt the right side of his face explode in pain.

The door to the drop ship closed. McCree's vision returned to his left eye only, just as he went unconscious.