McCree's Perspective

My face was a deadpan as I got out of the ship. The mission ahead was all that concerned me; I'd hooked the four little black boxes into my utility belt, just next to the signature BAMF buckle. I kept my hat low over my head, and immediately headed out of town, toward a grass covered hillside. It struck me that an omnium could be hiding in something so natural looking. I placed my first box on the perimeter of the omnium. As I bent down to secure it, I heard the heavy clunk of a battle ready omnic. I whirled around, peacekeeper already out of its holster and my eye lined down the trusty old iron sights...

At first I saw nothing, so I drew my eyes away from the sights and studied the climate, looking for any oddity. Then I spotted it. A metal box approaching from the horizon, I could make out the red of its 'eyes' from here. I lined up the sight of my revolver, knowing that I'd nailed smaller targets from longer distances than this. But I didn't pull the trigger. I waited to see more omnics appear from over the horizon, but none came. This bot must be a sentry, checking for any disturbances. I already knew how I was going to deal with it: hide until it gets close, if it discovers you riddle it with more holes than Swiss cheese. So I lay in the grass, hoping that the black of my uniform helped disguise me in the light of dawn. The omnic walked to within 15 feet of me, and adrenaline started to fill my veins. I forced myself to stay static, knowing that if I moved now I'd have to drop the omnic quicker than it could drop me. All of a sudden it stopped, turned 90 degrees and continued on its march. By tracing the path it took, I knew where the omnium would take note of my presence. So far it wasn't aware of me, but that was about to change...

After the sentry had trudged its way over the horizon, I dropped into a low crouch and made my way into the seemingly empty field ahead of me. I took my time, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. Eventually I made it to the other end of the field, and after climbing over a gate, saw sand dunes. I placed another box down next to the gate. The dirt beneath me slowly turned to sand, grass turned into reeds. The wind had picked up and was beginning to howl. The slope of the dune before had dramatically steepened, making progress slow. When I reached the top, the sight that beheld me was not a pleasant one. The Beach curved round, its sand a dull yellow. I could clearly see the print of omnic footsteps from my vantage point. The sea reflected the sky, a dark grey that threatened me with an endless downpour. I made my way down the dune, towards the beach. When I was halfway down I planted my third box. When I stepped onto the beach, I made sure to only step inside omnic prints, so there would be no sign that a human had visited this death trap.

As I was following the prints, I heard the telltale sound of an industrial door opening. I turned 90 degrees, and there it was. Embedded in a hill that was only visible due to a dip in the dunes. A circular door and it was opening. Two giant sheets of metal slid away to reveal a patrol of omnics, armed to the teeth. I ducked away, not giving a thought to my footprints anymore. I made my way back up a dune, toward the door in the hillside. I managed to slip past the omnics by diving into a bush as they passed me. I was in the clear. As I made my way towards the door, I saw Reyes standing atop the hill the omnium was embedded in. I managed to signal that it was below him with some improvised hand gestures. He responded by putting a box down on top of the hill and heading back to the ship. For an omnium, it wasn't guarded at all. No camera's as far as I knew, no omnics permanently posted by the door, no automated machine gun turrets. So I just waltzed right up and planted my box right outside the door. Then I strolled off without incident or worry, as I saw the mangled body of the sentry sparking in the grass. Reyes had evidently taken it down. As I entered the dropship, Reyes gave me a nod before saying "Good job out there. You put the boxes as shown on the map I trust" "Sure did boss" I replied. And then Reyes pulled out a detonator, pushed the button and listened for the low boom of the explosion. But he did it too early. The ship dipped dramatically to the right, and if I wasn't strapped in I know that I'd have been badly injured. "Our right engine is down, so either we get a parachute and bail, or die." Our pilot yelled. We made our way into the cockpit, and found four parachutes. I slipped on mine before helping the pilot into his. I made sure not to look out of the windows. "Lower the cargo door and we'll bail out of that" Reyes yelled. The pilot hit a button and all of a sudden the roar of the wind filled our ears. We made our way towards the cargo bay, hands gripping the banister for dear life. We stood next to the door, and prepared to bail. The pilot went first, followed by myself and then Reyes. All of a sudden the wind was roaring in my ears, louder than anything I'd ever known. It was ripping at any exposed skin, pushing it back. I ignored it. I counted to three in my head, and then braced myself as I opened the chute. I pulled the cord and got yanked back with brutal force. Below me I could see the canopy of the pilots chute. What was above me wasn't my concern. I had a clear view of the island, so I tried to pick a landing spot.

The only thing that wasn't covered in flames or craters was the beach. We were evidently landing back at the omnium. When my feet hit the sand I crumpled. I waited for thirty seconds before shrugging the parachute off and standing up. The pilot was about thirty yards away for me, and Reyes had just landed between us. I started to pack my chute away, after noting that Reyes was doing the same. After I finished I made my way over to where the pilot and Reyes were standing. "Sure hope there ain't no radioactive stuff around" I said. The pilot had a worried look on his face, but he was holding together. Reyes snapped into action. "Right, we need to get back to civilisation, so we'll head to the town and catch a boat to Argentina, and then a plane to the Swiss HQ.

"Why can't we just get Morrison to send us another dropship?" I asked. "He won't spare valuable Overwatch resources on an organisation like Blackwatch, we're expendable to him" Reyes replied, anger becoming apparent as he spoke, through his clenched fists and teeth. And at that we set off.

Author's Note: A bit of a shorter chapter this time around, but I wanted to get this out for you guys. Thanks again for the attention and support, mr.a305.