Sitting on the table was a 3d projector, showing a map of New Mexico in full detail, giving everyone who was looking at it a view of every possible thing in the area, meaning they won't miss anything. This was fortunate, since given what they were doing, that was exactly what they didn't want to happen.

"What about here?" Rosita suggested, zooming the map in on an alleyway. "She could've spent the night there."

McCree looked at the alleyway. If he were being honest, the place Rosita picked out was just like the ones he stayed in when he first ran from home and hadn't met Ashe yet. It would've made sense for someone with no place to go for the night, but that wasn't the case here.

He shook his head. "No. She had just given birth, she wouldn't risk it."

"Well where else could she have gone?" Naomi asked. "You said it yourself, she didn't bring anything else with her when you were together, she wouldn't have had the money to stay at a motel."

"Why would she not have prepared anything?"

"Because she hadn't planned on running away." McCree said. "At least not at first. The idea must have just popped into her head when we were on our way back."

"All the more reason we have to find her then." Rosita said.

"I'm aware of that, Rosie. Its just not as easy as it sounds." McCree said. "We've turned New Mexico upside down and there's still no sign of her. Its like she just disappeared."

"You said all her things were in her room right? Credit cards, ID's all that?" Naomi asked, to which Rosita nodded. "That means that right now, she has no money and no way of crossing the border. McCree, as much as I hate to say it, if we haven't found her by now-"

"No. I know where you're going with this, you're wrong." He said, cutting her off. "She herself said that she would keep living because that was what Diaz had fought so hard for."

"Then where did she go?"

McCree ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, Rosie. We haven't found her after the first week she disappeared, trying to find her now is basically impossible."

As the three of them stood around the kitchen table, the sound of both metal feet and stilettos made its way to their ears, signaling the return of both Bob and his master.

"Any luck?"

Ashe shook her head as she sat down on the couch to take her heels off. "None." She said, disappointed. "Unless she's in some underground bunker somewhere, we should've found her by now."

"We'll find her, 'Liza."

Ashe scoffed as she made a not so subtle side comment. "We shouldn't have lost her in the first place, but sure."

Naomi and Rosita looked at each other. They knew the conversation was about to get messy, which they didn't want to be there for, but also had to be there for to make sure they don't lose even more people from their already down by two group.

"That's not fair 'Liza." Here we go again. "I didn't know that was going to happen."

"But you knew everything else right? You didn't think of telling us something that important?"

"She told me not to. I was just following her orders."

"Jesse, you need to understand that you can't always blindly follow along." Ashe said. "You have to be able to think for yourself if what you're being told to do is wrong."

McCree jabbed a finger at Ashe's chest. "And what you need to understand is that no matter how close we are to Taylor, its still her child. As long as she doesn't do anything that can hurt the baby, any say we have in how that boy is raised comes second to hers. If she wanted to give him up for adoption so he has a shot at a better life, then the most we can do is try to talk her out of it, and even then, we're already crossing a line, which was why she didn't want anyone else knowing in the first place."

Ashe swatted McCree's hand away. "That's not my issue here Jesse!" she yelled. "Don't talk as if I don't know that. No matter which way you spin it, now that Taylor has no responsibility anymore, she's free to do whatever she wants. The longer we spend looking for her, the more time she has to do something drastic."

"She said she wasn't going to do anything like that."

"She also said she was going to take care of the baby."

"She made sure that he has a roof over his head, three meals a day and several people to watch over him." McCree said. "That sounds like he's being cared for, to me."

"We could've done that."

"Just like Taylor had said, this kind of life isn't for him. I don't know why you're this upset 'Liza, I thought this wasn't the issue here? Or maybe you're just pissed at Taylor for not going to you?"

Naomi grabbed Ashe's wrist before it could make contact with McCree's face. "I think we all need to calm down here."

"She's right." Rosita added. "This situation is pretty fucked alright, but no one is in the wrong here. You can't blame McCree and Taylor for what they did, nor can they blame you for feeling like that. Let's all just take a moment to get our heads together, yeah?"

"Alright." Ashe said, yanking her hand away from Naomi. "None of you better follow me."

Not long after Ashe stormed out of the room, they heard their car start before peeling out of the estate. With just the three of them there again, McCree shut off the projector and lied down on the couch. Rosita was right, with everything that happened, his head hasn't been clear in a long time.

"Hey McCree, I hate to be that guy, but no shoes on the couch please." Naomi said as she and Rosita were off to do their own thing.

McCree rolled his eyes and pulled his boots off before tossing them away with no regards to where it will go. One of them fell onto the carpet without much fuss, the other one though, he heard it hit break something that had glass. Knowing Naomi would chew him out for it, he groaned at his own stupidity and got up to look at just what it was that he broke.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that what he did was way worse than he thought. Of course he just had to break Taylor and Diaz's wedding photo. As he picked through the shards to salvage the photo itself, he realized there was something else in there, taped to the back of the frame. He ripped the tape off to free them, and in his hands now were two objects, one of which was a credit card.

The other one though, was a passport that was scribbled over with a marker and belonged to a man named 'Sebastian Martinez'. This in itself was weird enough, but when the picture of this Sebastian fellow was a picture of Diaz, albeit with a shaved head, McCree was dumbfounded.

"Naomi! Rosie! Get down here!" he called the others, who didn't take long to do as they were told. When they did get there, they saw McCree by the broken wedding photo.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

McCree was too busy with what he found that he forgot how he found it in the first place. "Never mind that, check this out. I found it in the frame." He said, tossing the others his findings.

Naomi looked at the passport in her hands. "Rosie, did you make this?"

"Nah, this is way too sloppy to be my work. Ask McCree, he can saw my work firsthand." She responded. "And it doesn't matter either, this is invalid now with the writing on it."

"What about the card?"

Rosita pulled out a scanner and used it on the credit card. It turned red and beeped when she did so. "No good. The account is closed."

Naomi tossed them back to McCree. "These were probably what Taylor and Diaz used when they were still on their own, and just didn't throw it out."

"Good point." McCree said, checking the rest of the frame for anything else. "But shouldn't Taylor's be here too?"

Naomi and Rosita looked at each other. They then looked back to McCree, knowing they all thought the same thing. "If she held onto hers, then she could be long gone by now."

"That explains why we haven't found her after searching every inch of New Mexico."

McCree threw the two objects onto the ground, defeated. "She was planning on leaving from the start."

"It wasn't your fault McCree."

With what he just found, he now had a hard time believing it, but he was grateful none the less. "Thanks, Rosie."

As McCree began cleaning up the broken glass, they heard the alarm for the sensors near the front gate ring.

"That's probably Ashe." Naomi said. "I'll get the door so she doesn't have to unlock it."

McCree sighed. "What do I tell her?"

"What you told us. Its best if we just tell her the truth than have her hold onto a false sense of hope."

"She's already mad at me as it is. I don't know what will happen to us if she finds out about this."

"She'll forgive you. Just give it time."

McCree shook his head. "Its not just me I'm worried about, Rosie." He said. "'Liza has been left by everyone in her life before we met. What do you think will happen to her when she finds out the people she thought would never leave do just that without even bothering to say anything?"

Rosita didn't think about it like that. "Well, the three of us are still here, aren't we?" She reassured. "And none of us are leaving as long as we can help it."

"Damn straight."

Suddenly, all the lights went out and before he could react, McCree felt someone grab him by the collar and drag him behind them. He stumbled by the windows and took a few curtains with him on the way down, the light from outside now shining inside, showing him that the person dragging him, and Rosita for that matter, was Naomi.

Before he could ask her what she was doing, she silenced both of them with a hand to their mouths, her glare telling them that she will explain everything once they were hidden from whatever it was that spooked her enough to do all this. He got back up and they ran to the master bedroom, where they lifted the bed to gain access to the hatch underneath it.

When they were all inside their panic room, Naomi pulled at tablet from the wall that had access to every surveillance camera on the estate.

"I take it that that wasn't 'Liza out there?"

"What the fuck, we didn't throw away that much money to buy the pigs here just for them to raid us like this." Rosita said.

Naomi looked at the tablet closer before shaking her head. "These aren't police." She said. "Their gear is way beyond what they give the cops here."

She put the tablet on the table in front of them so everyone can watch, just as their intruders found a way to turn all the lights back on. "I'm counting at least a dozen, and that's just the ones inside. That's way too many for us to take."

"Not to mention they're all wearing heavy armor." McCree said. "We'd be using more ammo than we have. We have to run."

"There's too many outside for us to just sneak out." Naomi said, switching between the cameras until she reached the one in the garage. "They secured our cars too, even if we managed to make it to the garage."

Rosita swiped through the tablet to get to the camera at the front gate. "Then we take one of theirs." She said, pointing at the 4x4 parked out front. "I'm willing to bet that its armored too."

"That's still too far." McCree said. "We'd be gunned down before we reach it."

Naomi flicked her way through the cameras. "They're clearing all the bedrooms right now. I'm willing to bet they'll secure the armory next, then leave some people by the vault, and then they'll look for any hidden rooms. If by some miracle they don't find us, they'll stay here and starve us out. We won't make it out of here without getting in a firefight, which we are very unsuited for given how many of us there are."

"So we're fucked?"

"Not all of us." Naomi said. "It's a stretch, but if I'm the only one they saw, then I'm the only one they're looking for. If they find me, they wouldn't be as focused since they think they got what they wanted. You two can use that to run."

"And leave you behind, is that right?" Rosita said, her fists clenched.

"Sadly, yes. But its better than all of us going down right?" Naomi said. "You promised me that if this day ever comes, you'd leave right? You're a lot of things Rosie, but you were never a liar. Don't change that."

Rosita grit her teeth as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. "Everyone's playing hero now, aren't they?"

"I can't let Diaz show me up, can I?" Naomi said, before grabbing the bag of cash under the desk and throwing it to McCree, who was grabbing a shotgun from the gun rack. "I take it you know what to do?"

"Route 66, right?"

"And take care of Rosie." Naomi added, to which McCree nodded to.

Naomi gave Rosita a hug while she was still coming to terms with leaving her behind. "Make it out, ok?"

"Naomi, I-"

She gave her a sad smile. "I know, Rosie." She said. "Now get out of here."

McCree tipped his hat at Naomi, before opening the back door of the panic room that led to the tunnel. "Thank you."

"You'll have a small window for this to work. Don't fuck it up."

Rosita wiped her tears and smiled at her. "Its me we're talking about here. That's not going to happen."

Naomi smiled back as she climbed back out of the panic room through the way they came. "Smug little shit."

McCree and Rosita ran through the tunnel, hoping to make it to the exit by the time Naomi was found, just so their tiny window doesn't get even tinier. He passed her one of the shotguns he grabbed to Rosita just as his head popped up in the shed out back, where he had a clear view of the truck they were planning on taking.

He pulled himself up before lending Rosita a hand, then took cover behind the shed. They each took aim at one of the two soldiers by the truck, waiting for the perfect time to make their move. After a few tense minutes that felt way longer than they really were, they saw all the soldiers reach for their comms. They didn't know what they were told, but once they looked like they were packing up, it wasn't too hard to guess what it was.

"Rosie, get ready. We take them out on my count." McCree whispered. "Three, two, one!"

Two soldiers fell at the same time and McCree and Rosita bolted to the truck, thankfully managing to shut its doors just as they started to get shot at. Rosita fired up the engine and spun the truck around so now they were facing the steep side of the way down from the estate, instead of the winding road that led up towards it.

Her hands tightly gripped the wheel, feet just itching to floor the accelerator. "They blocked the road going up here." She said. "Do you trust me, McCree?"

"I don't think I want to."

"Well its too late now." Rosita said, smashing through the gate and throwing them off the side of the estate grounds.

Miraculously, they made it without breaking anything, either on themselves or the truck, and with how bat shit what Rosita had just done, this meant the soldiers weren't able to follow them just like that. This meant they had a head start, and hopefully some quiet for a while. Rosita allowed McCree to doze off on the condition that he'd switch with her in a heartbeat if she also gets tired. It was a pretty long drive after all.

Surprisingly, Rosita soldiered on through the whole thing, only waking McCree up when they were approaching Route 66, which was a lot quieter than they had expected. Seeing as how this place was where they all agreed to meet up should they ever get in a fucked situation such as the one they were just in. Not only that, with their estate arguably being the safest out of all the places that held Deadlock members, if they were compromised, then that would mean there should be way more people there than just the two of them. Unless…

"Hey, radio in." Rosita told McCree as she stopped the truck. "See how everyone else is doing."

"The estate was taken. We are at route 66 right now, come in." McCree said, waiting a few seconds for a response. He got none. "Hello? Anyone there? Come in."

"Give me that." Rosita said. "This is Rosita Santiago from the estate. If anyone is alive out there, please say something. Hello?"

After a few more moments if nothing but silence, Rosita threw the radio. "Fuck!"

McCree looked outside his window and into the ghost town they were in. "Are we the only ones left?"

"Well, there's Ashe, but we don't know where she fucked off to." Rosita said. "Not that it would make a difference anyway."

McCree weighed their options. "We still have a pretty good head start. If we keep going, we could make it to the border."

"And do what?" Rosita asked. "In case you're forgetting, we're wanted there too."

"Its better than staying here."

"Is it though? Let's say we do make it somewhere far from here. How long do you think before they find us, and we have to do this all over again?" Rosita asked. "I'm tired of running man, don't tell me you're not."

"What do you plan on doing then?"

Rosita thought it over, before putting the car in gear again. "There's a bar around here. I plan on drinking my problems away. Hopefully I pass out before they find us." She said. "You can take the truck and run for it if you want, but to be completely honest with you, I really hate drinking alone."

McCree thought about it. To be honest, he hated driving alone too. "Fuck it. Bar it is."

"Thank god."

With the truck parked outside, McCree and Rosita found themselves doing just as she had said, and downing bottle after bottle, not even bothering to use the perfectly good shot glasses right next to them. They were dead anyway, what's a little liver damage, right?

A few bottles into the night, and they almost forgot the situation they were in. Almost. McCree slumped his head down onto the bar while the woman next to him kept going. She wasn't nearly drunk enough to forget, and she wasn't stopping until she was.

"Hey Rosie?" he said, not bothering to raise his head. "Do you have any regrets?"

"Ughhhhhhhhhh." Rosita groaned as she thought of any. "Not telling Naomi how I feel."

"You do that every time you're drunk."

"Not properly telling her how I feel." Rosita corrected.

"I thought you had a thing for Diaz, though."

Rosita shrugged. "I go either or. And since Taylor made it clear that he belonged to her, I went with the one I actually had a shot with."

McCree eyed Rosita. Now that he thought about it, her advances, either sober or drunk, were actually pretty obvious. "Isn't she like, thirty-four?"

"So? Age difference doesn't matter as long as both parties are legal, and last time I checked, I'm over eighteen."

Fair enough. "Well, you do you then. I always thought you two looked like mother and daughter though."

"Thanks for reminding me that we never got together asshole." Rosita said. "What about you, then? Any regrets you might have?"

"Shooting my mom, mostly."

Oh that's right, she forgot about that. "Damn. Here, take this." Rosita said, sliding the bottle back to McCree, who was just about to take a swig from it when her heard several cars not too far from them. With a groan, he slid it back to her and reached for his gun.

"Nah, I'm good." He said. "I need all the dexterity I can get."

"You sure? Getting shot hurts less when you're drunk."

McCree listened for the footsteps outside and there were definitely way more than he was expecting. In a way, it was flattering. Fuck it, he changed his mind and downed the bottle Rosita passed him. "Ah hell, why not. We're going down anyway."

"But we're going down swinging."

McCree looked at Rosita. "That wasn't as cool as you thought it would be."

"Fuck you then." Rosita said, stumbling off her barstool and grabbing the shotgun leaning by the bar. Despite looking way too drunk to be wielding anything lethal, she held onto it tightly, more determined than she has ever been, even when she was sober.

Next to her, McCree placed a hand on her shoulder. "You ready, Rosie?"

Rosita gave him a peck on the cheek as one last goodbye. "Let's go."

Kicking the doors open, the two of them stepped out, firing before the people outside even noticed they were already outside.

McCree was never really good with hangovers if he were to be completely honest. He would wake up after a night of drinking and his head feels like it was going to split open, and this was only made worse by the fact that he was now completely sensitive to everything. Be it bright lights, loud noises, sudden movements, anything that he would come across several times on a day where he wasn't completely hammered the night before.

All this made sitting in wherever the fuck he was completely unbearable. The white lights, the low buzz of the air conditioning unit and the ticking of the clock, they were all way too much for his poor brain to handle. He doesn't remember where he was nor how he got there, but he definitely knew that he didn't want to be there. Then he tried to stand up and remembered at least why he was there.

"You'd break your wrists before you break those cuffs." A man said as he entered the room alongside a woman. "I wouldn't try it if I were you. You'd need those for what's next."

No, wait. This wasn't just any man. Despite how hammered he was during that last gunfight, he remembers this man clearly. He was the one who gunned down Rosita right beside him. He was the one who snarled at him before knocking him out and bringing him to wherever the fuck they were at right now. And yet, after all that he just sat across from him like nothing happened.

"I'm Commander Gabriel Reyes, that's Captain Ana Amari. Before anything else, we-"

"I know who you are." McCree cut him off before he could spew any of his bullshit. "You killed my friend."

"And you killed mine. Several of them, in fact, but I'm willing to look past that right now. I hope you can do the same, seeing as if we're going by the numbers, I have more reason to be mad at you."

McCree glared at the two people in front of him. He did his fair number of interrogations before, and their demeanors didn't say that that's what they didn't look like that's what they were planning to do.

"Alright, I'll bite." He said. "What do you want?"

"I'll be blunt." Reyes said. "I want you."

"I'm a minor."

McCree could've swore he saw the faintest hint of a chuckle from Ana. He was most likely dead anyway, he might as well amuse himself while he's at it.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it, you dipshit."

"Gabriel…"

Reyes took a deep breath then started over. "You and your friend caught my eye during that fire fight. Even when you were clearly intoxicated, you still gave my men a run for their money, so it made me wonder how you fight when you were sober."

"Is that why I'm still alive?"

"Yes." Reyes said. "I would've spared her too, if she hadn't come at me like that."

"Is that so?" McCree snarled. "Well in that case, we would've spared your men too if they hadn't shown up."

Reyes clenched his fists, then unclenched them. If he were to lose his temper now, he'd lose McCree along with it. "Look kid, I need you to work with me here."

"Why should I? You don't have anything I want."

"We can give you another chance." Ana said, joining in. "What's waiting for you after this is a dark cell so small you can't even stand up properly. Don't tell me you prefer that."

"You've got your whole life ahead of you here, don't waste it like that." Reyes added.

McCree scoffed. "And you can save me from that?"

"Only you can save yourself. But we can help you do that." Ana said. "You have potential. That's what Overwatch is looking for. The more you cooperate, the more lenient we become towards you. Hell, give it time and you might just be able to make amends for all you have done so far. After that, who knows, maybe you even gain your freedom. That's only if you cooperate, though."

Damn, maybe because he wasn't fully sober yet, but that actually sounds pretty good. Too good, in fact, that he can't believe it to be true. "You're trying so hard to get me to trust you, aren't you?" he said. "I get it though. What I don't get is how I've done nothing to earn yours. What makes you sure I don't turn on you the second I get a gun."

Reyes looked at Ana, who shook her head at him, but he seemed to be planning on doing his thing anyway. "Let's find out then."

He snapped his fingers and McCree's cuffs unlocked. He then pulled out McCree's revolver and set it down in front of him.

"If you're as loyal to your gang as you try to show us, then you don't care what happens after, you'd kill the person who took them down, right?" Reyes said. "If you don't, then there's still some room in you, and Overwatch sees that as free real estate. What'll it be, cowboy?"

This was the most blatant test he had ever seen, and he wasn't falling for it for a second. "As if you idiots would be stupid enough to hand me a loaded gun."

"Oh, you'd be surprised." Ana said. "This is a bad idea, Gabriel."

"Trust me." Reyes said, swinging the cylinder of the revolver out to show that it was, indeed, loaded. "Six shots at your disposal. Enough for both of us, since we're not even armed. Maybe even enough to give you an easy way out afterwards. Hell, let me make it easier for you."

Reyes pulled the hammer back and put the gun in McCree's hand and raised it so that it was level with his forehead. "Show me what kind of man you are."

Any other time, McCree would've painted his brains over the wall before he was even finished speaking. This time though, he didn't. This time, he actually had a choice. He had an out, and as much he loved the others, he wasn't an idiot. He was fine with throwing away his life, but only if it was for a good cause, and as it stands, shooting the man in front of him benefits no one.

"Let's say I do go with you, how are we doing this?" McCree asked. "You throw me into some hole then just fish me out when you need me?"

"What? Is that how you people do things?" Ana asked. "No, you'll be given a proper room, meals, clothes, medical care, anything you need basically. You'll be under heavy surveillance of course, but if you stick with us long enough, we'll eventually learn to trust you."

That shocked McCree. Maybe Overwatch really was about helping people. "Just like that? I say I'll play along and you already treat me like one of your own?"

"Let's not get carried away here." Reyes said. "Right now is just a testing phase, so you're more of like a pet."

Ana slapped Reyes in the back of the head. "Gabriel! That's rude." She scolded before turning back to McCree. "Yes, I know it seems like we're too trusting, but that's par for the course when we're recruiting. That doesn't mean you should push you're luck though. The moment you break that trust, we're putting you in the ground."

Damn, before it was Naomi, now it was Ana who was giving him the whole speech before he joined them. Ana gave off more of that motherly vibes than Naomi did though, since she acted like she was their age from time to time. Maybe that's what triggered it, or maybe it was something else, but he felt like the two people in front of him he could trust the same way he did with his late gang mates, which didn't really makes sense since they were the reason said mates were no longer with him. Fuck it.

"Ok then, I'm on board." He declared.

Ana and Reyes looked at each other before smiling at him. "Welcome to Overwatch, Agent Jesse McCree."