Chapter 6: Retribution.
Jesse awoke in his dimly lit bedroom, the first thing he noticed was that it was quiet. He was almost surprised, he hadn't been bothered by Hana or Sombra this morning. He got up and stretched before going into his closet and selecting a red flannel shirt. He put on sweatpants and unlocked the bedroom door. He pushed the door open, stepped into the hallway, he froze, his eyes widened in shock. The living room was completely trashed, the coffee table in the living room had been flipped over, couch cushions were ripped open and discarded on the floor. Glass lay shattered in tiny little pieces. The girls were nowhere to be seen, he searched in the guest bedroom and outside but he couldn't find a trace of them. He stood in the foyer of his torn up house, his head hung in defeat. Suddenly, his cellphone began to ring. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked to see who it was. It was a unknown number, he accepted the call and slowly lifted it to his ear.
"Hello?" Jesse spoke calmly.
"If you ever want to see the girls again, I suggest you listen carefully." the gravely voice had a thick Mexican accent.
Jesse was startled then gritted his teeth, and tightened his fist.
"You have my attention." he sneered.
"I want two thousand credits brought to a warehouse 30 miles east of you or we kill both these putas. You have 24 hours to make a decision...cowboy." the raspy voice mocked.
Los Muertos, you've been causin trouble around here for way too long...
"I think I've already made my decision." Jesse snarled before hanging up and shoving the phone into his pocket.
There was a fire in his eyes, determination that even the devil would fear. Whoever it was that took the people he cared about would pay ten-fold. He trudged unwaveringly to a shed on the back end of his property, locked with a thick lock and chain.
"Damn, never did figure out where I put that darn key, oh well."
Jesse kicked the door so hard the hinges snapped and the doors came crashing down.
"Guess I don't need a key anyways." he said stoically.
Inside were three tables, one against the back wall and two on each side. On the back table lay a large black case and boxes of Winchester and revolver ammo that were stacked high on the side tables. Underneath were boxes of homemade flashbangs. He opened up the black case that held his trusty peacekeeper revolver, solid, made specially for him. Nestled inside the case was also a Winchester rifle which had been converted for him by the same gunsmith who made his revolver. He pulled them out of the case and laid them on the table. He attached a sling to his Winchester and set it back down. He loaded up a couple speed loaders for his revolver and stocked a bandolier full of Winchester rounds. He picked up his Bowie knife and slid into a sheathe on his right side. He slung the satchel full of flashbangs and a single breaching charge over his shoulder.
"Guess it's back to work." he said as he pulled out a cigar and lit it before taking a long draw then chambering a round into the rifle.
He headed out to his car and rested his guns on the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's seat and turning the ignition, bringing the V8 powered monster to life.
"No rest for the wicked." he said gripping the steering wheel hard.
He pushed the shifter into first gear and pulls out of his driveway, kicking up dirt as he sped down the highway.
The afternoon breeze blew warmly through the windows but Jesse could barely notice the heat. The only thing he could think about was the road and getting back at the sick bastards who took his friends and trashed his house.
One shot, one kill, that's the plan.
He realized how white his knuckles were and eased up the pressure he was putting on the steering wheel.
The drive didn't take long or maybe it did, he hadn't really been paying attention. The warehouse looked like was used for shipping containers but likely those containers carried drugs and weapons and were traded to organizations across the globe. Jesse parked around the side of a warehouse next to the destination, leaving his car hidden.
If the those two girls or my car have even a scratch on them when I'm finished, I'm burning this place down to the foundation.
He peered around the corner and saw that there were only two guards covering the entrance to the warehouse. Jesse smirked.
Amateurs
Using the crates and containers as cover, he managed to get close enough to engage them without alerting the others inside. Jesse realized he was shaking pretty heavily and took a deep breath to steady his breathing. He pulled the revolver out of its holster and the Bowie knife out of it's sheath.
Before the guards could breathe, Jesse darted behind one, quickly slitting the guard's throat and using the dead guard's body to muffle the second shot planting a bullet in between his comrade's eyes. He dumped the bodies inside an empty crate in case any guards came on patrol but he doubted it. He crouched down and made his way to the front facing wall of the warehouse, pulling the breaching charge out of his satchel and placing it on the wall before stepping off to the side with his back against the warehouse. He held the detonator in his hand and paused.
"If only Junkrat where here…" He cleared the thought from his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
His thumb pressed down hard on the detonator. The charge blasted a sizeable hole in the wall, followed by muffled screams. Jesse sprang straight into action, quickly pulling a flashbang out of his satchel and pulled the pin with his teeth then tossing it through the breach. He heard it "clink" once before it went off with a resounding bang, once again followed by more screams. He swept through the hole, pulling out his peacekeeper in one fluid motion. Two guards stood on either side of the entry point; they were covering their ears with their hands and shouting in Spanish. Jesse took the one on the left out first, shooting him through the top of his head before turning his attention to the second guard which he kicked down before placing a shot through the center of his skull. Hearing the explosion and screaming, two guards came running straight ahead of him. He holstered his revolver and quickly grabbed his Winchester off his back, spinning it around his hand and cocking the lever action at the same time before firing the rifle at the two hapless gangsters. The first shot hit home right in between the eyes, dropping him hard. He cocked the rifle again, and fired. The second shot hit the guard in the shoulder, taking him down to the ground, but not killing him.
"Damn, my aims' a little off." he mumbled.
Jesse walked alongside the incapacitated man, stopping to look down at him then cocking his rifle, placing the barrel to his head, and pulling the trigger, covering him a spatter of blood.
"That's better." he smiled.
He slung the Winchester around his shoulder and unholstered his peacekeeper once again before continuing further into the warehouse. On either side of him were rows of pallets about 20 feet high and created a fast network of alleys that were dimly lit.
Perfect spot for an ambu-
A guard jumped out from the left side and clocked Jesse right in his jaw. Jesse gripped the hilt of his knife tightly with his left hand before slicing in a upward motion, cutting the man from his stomach to his throat, blood spraying from the wound, covering McCree's shirt in blood. He started running down toward the back end of the warehouse, 4 guards stepped from the shadows carrying low end assault rifles.
Three bullets, four targets, no problem.
Jesse's quickly raised his revolver taking two quick shots at the two rightmost guards. Hitting both in the head, causing a spray of blood, the spray got into one of the guard's eyes causing him to stumble in front of his comrade, blinded. Jesse lined up the shot and took it, the bullet traveled through the first guard's skull before tumbling and embedding itself into the second guard's cranium.
"And that's how the west was won."
Jesse took a second to reload his peacekeeper, exchanging his empty speed loader for a full one.
They shouldn't be far, think most of the gang is behind me now wishing they were still in church.
Jesse saw a set of steel doors at the end.
"Bingo" Jesse grinned.
As he approached the doors, a gang member jumped out from behind a set of boxes and shot Jesse with a small 9mm pistol. The shot didn't even seem to faze him. Jesse whipped out his pistol and proceeded to pistol whip the gang member before planting a bullet through the side of his head.
"Sorry partner, but my gun is bigger." he said cooly.
Jesse put his ear to the doors and could hear two high pitched muffled voices swearing in various languages, and a man trying to hush them.
"Gotcha, you snake" he growled.
In one swift kick, the doors swung open and Jesse brought his gun to bear on the man in the room. The girls sat on two chairs facing opposite of each other with their arms tied to their sides and duct tape over their mouths. Behind them stood a scrawny man, his face painted to resemble a skull and held a pistol to the backs of each of the girl's heads
"Drop the fucking gun, esé! Unless you want these girls brains all over the floor!" the man said.
Jesse noticed how much the man was shaking, he was obviously the lieutenant considering he was trying to give him orders.
"Alright, alright, let's not get hasty fella." he said calmly, laying his revolver and Winchester down.
"Good, now, what the fuck are doing here man?!" the lieutenant screamed.
"First you wreck my home, then you kidnap my friends, finally…" he pointed to his shirt.
"You owe me for dry cleaning, fuckstick." he finished. Jesse slowly stepped forward.
The lieutenant jabbed the barrels against the girl's heads. Both Sombra and Hana eyes squeezed tight and the look of fear on their faces shook Jesse.
"Hey! Don't take another fuckin' step man, or the kid and the little Talon puta gets it."
Jesse's breath and composure faltered for a brief moment, before he regained his calm demeanor.
We'll have to have a nice chat later, Sombra
He stood about 15 feet away from them, he couldn't draw his guns, even he wasn't fast enough for that, he had to do something clever. He pulled his knife from his belt and held it in both his hands looking down at it almost as if admiring the craftsmanship.
"Hey! Are you listening to me cowb-"
As the lieutenant was shouting, Jesse had taken the knife in between his thumb and forefinger, he raised the knife back and threw it forward. It flew making a low whooshing sound as it passed in between the girls and into the chest of the lieutenant. Jesse walked up to the lieutenant who was now laying on the ground, coughing up blood. He held his peacekeeper in his right hand which was hanging down by his side and placed the barrel between the wounded man's eyes.
"It's Gunslinger..." he muttered before pulling the trigger.
End of Chapter Notes
So, I've been watching too much john wick and obviously this chapter was heavily inspired by revenge fueled killing spree, so yeah I don't want it to be misconstrued, Jesse isn't a cold bastard it's just when you fuck with him, wreck his house and kidnap is friends especially Hana he will go through any length to save them, anyways next chapter is Feels Time so stay tuned ya'll. Cheers! 3
