A/N: Warning: The end of this chapter has a minor mention of rape.

Jesse had found himself sitting at a bar, rather than the Blackwatch safehouse. Cash had picked him up on his way and told him a few of the boys were gonna go out for drinks to celebrate. Jesse figured it would be nice to unwind for a bit, so there he was. It was well past last call but the bar stayed open for the Deadlock gang, the owners clearly were under their thumb. A glass of whiskey was set down in front of him and he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder, a drunk Rhett leaned heavily against him and raised his glass.

"To Jesse McCree, and gettin one of our own back!" He slurred.

"I'll drink to that." Jesse played his part and tapped his glass to his before he took a drink while the other man slammed his. Rhett took a seat next to the teen before speaking.

"Y'know, I heard them Overwatch bastards took one of our boys in. Thought for sure it was you till I saw ya today." This made Jesse take another, longer drink.

"I ain't no yellow-bellied traitor. I would hope you think better'o me Rhett." Jesse frowned into his glass.

"I know I know, I just wonder who it was they did nab, y'know?"

"Whoever he is, he's a deadman if he ever shows his face." Cash had come over to the other side of Jesse, he paled a bit and casually took another drink. "you say you ain't yellow-bellied, how come you didn't die there with the rest of em?" Cash was also very drunk by this point.

"I fought tooth an' nail when them bastards came, shot three of the four agents, including their commander," Jesse explained. "Pretty sure one of em died, got him square in the belly." He embellished the story a little, poking Rhett in the stomach. "'Sides, I weren't the only one who booked it. Shoulda seen how half them boys ran, like chickens with their heads cut clean off."

"Heard they had a lady with them, pretty blonde doc," Rhett looked like a wolf on the prowl at this comment. "You see her?" Jesse only nodded slowly. "Well? Was she a looker? Blonde? Short? Tall? Details boy!" Rhett elbowed him with a sly smile that made Jesse's stomach turn.

"She was alright.. long blonde hair, medium height and slim, pretty blue eyes, had a thick accent, German er' Swiss I think," Jesse trailed off before Cash groaned.

"Mmh I'd like to play doctor with her, know what I mean?" He elbowed Jesse too, the teen felt anger rise up in his chest. He downed the last of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar and standing,

"Gotta take a leak." He explained to Cash and Rhett's surprised response. He walked to the back and went into the bathroom. His fist found the concrete wall by the door, better that than Cash and Rhett's faces for talking about Doctor Ziegler that way. He took a moment to calm down. He used some paper towel to clean off his bleeding knuckles before exiting the bathroom before being grabbed by a man hiding his face and led out the back.

"Hey! Let me go you son-of-a-"

"Got a message for you from Reyes." Jesse's eyes widened when the man spoke. "Strike is tomorrow tonight, warehouse, keep the boss occupied. He won't hear a thing going on inside."

"I'll do what I can." he said before the man turned to leave. "You blackwatch?" He asked.

"Nah, just an informant, you never saw me, you hear?" Jesse nodded and watched the unknown man leave. He walked back into the bar. He felt excitement at the prospect of going home finally.

"I better go guys, gotta do that delivery tomorrow. Need some shut-eye." Jesse said before turning to leave.

"Suit yourself kid, see you tomorrow." Cash said, getting another round for the Deadlock members in the bar.

Jesse started out the bar before turning to head towards the warehouse. The streets were bustling with humans and omnic's alike, seemed that Santa Fe had become more omnic-friendly since he'd left. Jesse didn't give a care two ways about omnics, he hadn't met too many in his life to form an opinion of them, and he hardly paid attention to the news. He didn't have any stake in the crisis anyway, it was good for business when he was still with Deadlock. He weaved through a group of people before reaching the warehouse. It was mostly empty now, only a few emergency lights were on, and the foreman's office light. Boone was still there. He knocked on the door and opened it.

"Boss?" Jesse peeked his head in.

"Jesse, come on in boy. You ain't gotta call me boss, I'm your Pa after all." Boone stood and smiled at the boy. Jesse held back the scoff that rose in his throat. 'Some pa you've been.' He thought before sitting across from his dad.

"I been thinkin, You wanna come with me when I make the delivery tomorrow night? Give us a little time to catch up, y'know?"

"I'd be happy to son, y'know, I thought you hated me, for leavin' your momma." Boone chuckled. 'Oh I do, and for having her killed.' Jesse thought before shaking his head.

"Nah, I told you, ain't no good come from dwellin' on the past. I figure if you want me to take over this operation some day, I better get good with you," He faked a smile.

"You'd really take this over for me?" Boone asked in awe.

"Well why not? Be like the family business, I still got a lot to learn, but it'd be best if I learned it from you."

"You ain't got any idea how happy it makes me to hear that." Boone stood and walked over to his boy, giving him a hug. Jesse tried his best not to tense, his father smelled like whiskey, drunk like usual, so he didn't notice. Boone stepped back and looked over Jesse. "If you ain't got a place to stay, you could crash at mine." He offered.

"Nah, I got a place for tonight, gonna get some shut eye for now, see you tomorrow night." Jesse said, not exactly a lie. He did NOT want to stay in the same house as this man, he'd probably end up killing him in his sleep, and he wanted him to suffer more than that. Jesse left, finally making it to the Blackwatch safe house and crashing on the sofa.

The next morning and afternoon were uneventful, mainly consisting of taking inventory of the shipment and loading it up. When night fell, Boone left his office and followed Jesse out to the truck full of the arms to be delivered. Rhett was waiting outside by the truck.

"I'm comin with ya, I don't trust these Los Muertos fellas if the boss is coming with you." He explained as he got in the back of the truck. 'Shit… Just roll with it Jesse.' He said to himself before shrugging and getting into the driver's seat. Maybe this would work in his favor, he had heard Rhett was one of the boys there when his momma was killed.

"You know how to drive boy?" Boone asked as he too got in, taking a drink from the flask he procured from his shirt pocket.

"Course I know how, been doing runs like this since I was 13." Jesse said very matter-of-factly.

"You been with Deadlock since you were a boy?" Boone looked like he genuinely didn't know this fact.

"You don't keep track of every member?" Jesse started the truck and shifted into gear before pulling away.

"Nah, Rhett and Cash are my deputies, they're in charge of all that." He said as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out. "You smoke?"

"Not cigarettes." He said, flashing him one of his cigars.

"I'll take one boss, if you're offerin'" Rhett said from the back before Boone handed him the pack. They continued the drive in relative silence after that. Jesse's mind wandered to the warehouse, had they already done the sting? Just as the thought passed his mind, his phone rang. Boone gave him a perplexed look as Jesse answered.

"Yep? Nah I got the goods in the truck. Be there in a jiff." And with that Jesse hung up, a small smile plastered on his face. Boone and Rhett both dismissed it as pertaining to the delivery and didn't question him. After a few more minutes of driving, Jesse pulled into an airport and onto the runway.

"Hey, this ain't the drop site kid. The hell you doin?" Boone looked around before looking to Jesse.

"Shut the fuck up Boone." Jesse glared as he pulled up to a large black jet. Rhett made a reach for his gun but Jesse was faster. "Don't even think about it you son-of-a-bitch, get out. Both of you" he said coldly. Boone slowly put his hands up, doing as Jesse said with a furious look on his face. Gabriel met the pair on the tarmac and looked to both Rhett and Boone.

"Who's the extra?" He looked to Jesse with a frown.

"Stow away, I'll take care of him." Jesse said as Gabe grabbed Boone and pulled his hands behind his back with too much force, dislocating his shoulder. Boone cried out in pain.

"You piece of shit!"

"Whoops." Gabriel said sarcastically as he threw cuffs on Boone and pushed him into the jet. "Get moving."

Jesse kept his gun trained on Rhett, who was glaring at Gabriel's back before he turned his attention to Jesse.

"You were the one they got to." He spat at the ground. "Fuckin' traitor." Jesse pistol whipped the man across the face, forcing him to his knees. The spur on the butt of the gun left a sizable gash on Rhett's face.

"Shut the fuck up." Jesse hollered and pressed the business end of his revolver against his forehead.

"You ain't never killed a man in your life Jesse McCree, you ain't got the balls to pull that trigger." Rhett smirked up at him.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Jesse hit him again, harder this time, before pressing the gun to his head again. Why couldn't he pull the trigger? He closed his eyes for only a second, his mother's beaten face flashed in his mind. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Were you one of the boys who killed Grace McCree?" He said coldly. Rhett's smiled up at him, blood coating his teeth.

"You damn right I am… got a taste of the pussy that pushed your little ass out too. She screamed so good when we took turns with her." He smirked up at him. Jesse's eyes filled with rage and he pulled the trigger without a second thought. Rhett's head was knocked back with the force of the shot, brain matter and viscera splattered from the back of his head. His body fell backwards, a pool of blood started forming around his head like some sort of fucked up halo.

"That's for my momma you no good mangy dog." Jesse was breathing heavily, tears streamed down his face. A hand was placed on his shoulder and he whipped around, aiming at the assailant. Gabe put a hand up defensively before pulling Jesse against him.

"Come on kid. Let's get you home." he said as Jesse slumped against him. He helped Jesse into the jet before closing the hatch and sitting him down. Boone was knocked out in one of the seats, bruises were starting to form on his face. Gabe held Jesse close to him as he cried, shushing him softly.

"You did good kid, I'm proud of you."