After a few days Reese decided to catch her bounty. The hard thing about catching this particular treasure was that he had to live. She much preferred when she could take a shot and just have to prove that the target was dead. Fighting up close was such a hassle. Luckily for her, McCree apparently loved to drink. Drunk people could be real uncoordinated assholes. And if a certain cowboy got knocked unconscious because of that, well oh no, wouldn't that be terrible. A smile fluttered over her lips as she walked over to her motorcycle. She had time to kill, which meant throwing something up. A secret compartment opened to a ton of spray cans held in several neat bundles with rope and one other special thing. As much as Reese wanted to do something big, she couldn't attract any attention to herself. She grabbed one and went off to the closest alleyway she could find. Then it was work time.

When the sun went down Reese finally decided to check her targets position. A bar across town. She'd have to ride over. Sighing she looked back at her work. Art in a frame is like a bird in a cage. It was one of her favorite phrases. The simple phrase had turned into a swirling explosion of color. It was beautiful and wild. But there was no time to admire art now.

One quick rid later she was at the bar where her target was drinking. Bracing herself she walked to the outside window to spy on the target. Reese didn't even get comfortable before it started.

"Hey hot stuff," a random guy that had wandered outside said. Reese ignored him and sat down to try to scope out the bar, but he was persistent. "Why don't you come with me and I can show you a good time?" he slurred. She continued to ignore him. Guys like this were always at bar. If you ignored them long enough they usually left. Still he couldn't take a hint. Reese saw the outlaw and started to move only for a hand to slam down on the wall next to her. "Where do you think you're going sweetie," he said menacingly, "I wasn't done talking to you". Reese debated what she was about to do. She really didn't want to attract attention to herself. But just one guy wouldn't be too bad, right? Coming to a conclusion, she turned to her new friend.

"It seems to me," she purred, "that you were just leaving". She looked him in the eye. He flew into a rage and grabbed her arm.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THINKING YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?" he roared. Reese sighed. So much for keeping a low profile. So, she grabbed the guy be the front of the shirt and punched him square in the jaw.

Reese walked over to the unconscious body. There were some scratch marks from her glove, but otherwise he was fine. She was going have to find another opportunity to grab her prize though. The tracker was holding strong, maybe it would hold out until they got somewhere else. For now, she wanted to go throw up some more art

About two weeks later Reese found herself in Gibraltar. Why, she didn't know, but her bounty went there. And it looked like she was about to get it finally get him. There was an abandoned watchpoint that he seemed keen on visiting. It was far out in nature enough to get him down and out quickly. Unfortunately, that isn't what happened. He was far out and got off his bike, forcing Reese to do the same. She didn't want to be heard. Getting off, she set out on foot. Eventually she found good high ground. It seemed like he was talking to someone, but Reese couldn't see who. Without warning something slammed into her back. Reese rolled on the ground to see what hit her, but nothing was there. After getting up she was knocked down and that's when she grabbed her gun. A few shots and there was a woman in front of her with a bullet in the leg. Then the woman started going in reverse like a movie rewinding.

"What the fuck?!" Reese yelled. The woman now had no bullet in her leg. As much as she hated wasting ammo, Reese didn't see much of an option. She shot wildly until the woman went down again then to try to survey the situation below. It was too much to hope that the noise wouldn't attract any attention. Now a man showed up with the target. In no time flat she was on the ground. The target walked over to the strange woman and picked her up bridal style. Reese tried to use this to her advantage, but luck just didn't agree with her. Even though there was one less man to pin her down, she was stuck. She still wriggled around though. If she could just remotely open her bike. Then her surprise could come out and maybe level the playing field. She felt a click in her front pouch and then completely focused on trying to get free.

"Quit moving around so much," said a coarse voice from above her. Whoever was pinning her down got a lot more rough until he grabbed her from the ground and threw her against a rock. Reese sat there dazed, the wind knocked out of her.

"Take it easy there," the Target said to him. He peered at Reese's face and said, "You're just a kid!"

As soon as she could breathe again Reese smiled pleasantly. "Maybe, maybe not. Didn't anyone ever tell you looks can be deceiving?" Before the cowboy could respond, the new guy, who Reese could now see must've been an old man, grunted in pain. Soon enough a ferret was darting all over the place. He bit anything he could reach until Reese whistled for him. "Good boy Jet!" she said before lifting him to her shoulders and sprinting away.

Reese was almost to her bike when she got tackled to the ground. Her first instinct was to catch Jet, resulting in smacking her head painfully on the rocky ground. Then the furry bundle was taken from her hands. She pushed herself up to see another new person. Or at least she assumed it was a person. They were fully covered in metal, meaning Jet couldn't bite his way out. But it could have been an omnic. Reese's head hurt too much to really think about it much. She desperately wanted to just pass out now, but that would be showing weakness. Which is the last thing she was about to do while surrounded by enemies. Yet she didn't argue when she was slung over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The woman that had been pushing Reese around showed up out of nowhere.

"Whaaa-," Reese mumbled. Hadn't she shot her? All of a sudden Reese decided that there was no way she was going anywhere with any of these people. Even if she desperately wanted to just go to sleep. She started to wriggle in the stranger's arms, trying to work her way out. It was not at all working. So clearly the only option was to bite him. She didn't do much due to his leather jacket (Which honestly she would have found strange due to the heat, but she was wearing a jean jacket so…), but it was enough to get him to drop her. She rolled on the ground and got up. She was a bit wobbly on her feet, but well enough. Reese heard spurs but kept going to her bike. Which was now blocked off by the woman and the maybe omnic holding her ferret. She couldn't go back to where she just come from. So, she dodged to the side. Right into the cowboy.

He grabbed both her arms in his metal one. "Whoa there!" he said with a smirk.

Reese sighed, "Well shit". She was one hundred percent stuck. The only thing holding her back was behind her, meaning she couldn't really fight him. That didn't stop her from trying.

"Christ, you don't quit do you" he said. He looked around and spotted the compartment that had popped open to let Jet out. The one that also had her spray cans. "Hey Lena," he said, "Can you grab the rope around the spray cans for me?".

"Sure thing love," she replied. She ran over Reese's bike and unwound the rope from around the cans. Then she brought them over to the cowboy, who proceeded to bind Reese's hands. When he saw the spikes on her gloves he slid them off revealing part of her feather. He didn't say anything, but Reese didn't like having it out without her wanting it to be. She usually kept it hidden nowadays.

The newcomer holding Jet put him in the compartment and closed it. Reese was still struggling and tried to bite the cowboy again. He took another piece of rope and gagged her with it so she couldn't keep the biting up. As he dragged her away from the rest of the group he said, "Lena, take this one's bike back to base, I'll give her a ride". The woman went to Reese's bike and drove away. After a long time of struggling and being dragged around Reese was plopped on the back of the bike. She knew she was beat. There was no way out of this. And now that her adrenaline rush had slowed down, her head was pounding. As soon as the bike started she began to drift off. She'd figure our escaping later.