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Now jumping forward to the night of the operation I was feeling all sort of things and love wasn't one of them.

Mostly I felt that crazy rush of adrenaline that skydivers get before they jump. Leaving me hyper focus and well aware of everything around me. I was completely attuned to my surroundings as I walked the perimeter of a storage warehouse supposedly own by the shimada clan. It had to be only a lick or two away from Hanamura as in the distance I could see their unmistakable buildings looming overhead. With a seamless two-way radio in a form of an earbud buzzing in my left ear. I wait for my orders to enter the facility.

I still hadn't read that file Reyes told me to read as I tend to get wrapped up in more important matters. Like goofing off and getting on people's nerves. However, knowing what was at stake, Reyes reluctantly had summed it up for me on our way to Japan. Really all I had to do is enter this here warehouse, trip the silent alarm, and wait for pretty boy to come to me. While I'm distracting him, Reyes team will carry out their part in retrieving intel and Ana watches from afar with that scope of hers. Her job being to make sure everything is going smooth and keeps everyone in the loop of what's happening. Also, she was the only standby medic we had. A run of the mill kind of set up.

However while in the process of any mission I take on. Don't matter if I was young or old. I make sure to take it with a little more care, seeing how my life is somewhat in danger. I make sure to follow orders, shockingly. Well, only the ones I think are right calls for me that is.

While I'm waiting for the go ahead from my commanding officer, I lit up a cigarette. Yeah a cigarette, that I rolled myself, as this takes place before I could afford my usual smoking habits. Cigars ain't cheap nor does Blackwatch pay for nicotine habits. Anyway, I stand with my back pressed up against the warehouse wall. Breathing in them bitter chemicals and letting out the gray ashy cloud into the night. Speaking of night. It had to be way past midnight as the almost full moon arched overhead. It wasn't as dark as I thought oughta be on that quiet end of the city. Especially in that secluded warehouse, I found myself smoking behind. The light just trickled out from the city around me along with it's muffled sounds. Making it hard to make out one star not to mention the billions hiding above. It was still dark don't get me wrong, but wasn't any of that pitch darkness I was used to in the desert; where I couldn't see nothin but stars or know where yer going. Real dangerous too because of them diamondback rattlers and dem gila monsters and all.

Whatever the case, dark or not dark, that night just felt strange to me. I was also amped up and itching to start too. That adrenaline didn't help at all, but that nicotine did to a point. I say to point as I heard a crack in my earbud. I press the com button and then a very throaty woman's voice came through the receiver.

"Jesse, you know I can see you right?" The familiar Arabic voice said over the com.

"Yeah, but I like to pretend ya can't," I said withholding the cigarette to my lips. Man, my hands were shaking as I had to just stand there and wait. I didn't like waiting. Smoke seeps out the corners of my mouth as I turned my focus up to one the buildings I think she might be in. I smirked because I really need some conversation help keep my mind from overheating as I said to her. "I guess ya like spying on younger men then, Ana. I'll try to put on a show for ya when I get the order," With that, I heard a whistling sound whip pass right before my eyes. The bright orangish yellow syringe, that could only belong to no one else but Ana, was now lodged deep into the metal warehouse wall. It was stuck in the wall at eye level and just the shear velocity the syringe zooming pass blew my hair back. Leaving me more or less unnerved as she taunts me.

"Have anything else you'd like to say?" Ana asks. "Before I send you down the river of Styx,"

"No ma'am," I said rolling over on my belly because I don't plan on being buzzard food tonight. I turned my sights back down on my cigarette. Puffing out more smoke like a steam engine.

I guess that what prompted Ana to clear her throat obnoxiously while she said my name. "Jesse,"

Getting the picture I, with not so happy look on my mug, dropped the cigarette down on the ground. I then smother it out with the heel of my boot. "Mighty sorry about that ma'am. Didn't mean for my smoking to offend ya,"

"Good boy,"

"I ain't a dog, ma'am," I complained at her belittling praise, but also didn't want to get shot.

"I know that," Ana said from wherever she was over the com. "Dogs listen better and don't talk back," Crossing my arms I scoffed at her. I almost found the comment as funny as I found it infuriating. Just the way she said and all that made me want to curse to myself. Maybe it was my slight sarcastic chuckle that struck a chord with her as she went on to ask. "What's with you?"

"Nothin, Just wondering why y'all keep me around," I said. "If I ain't no better than a mutt,"

"I wonder the same thing sometimes," Ana said. "But then I remember something,"

"And what's that something?"

"Oh just, how proud you were of yourself when you helped that little boy in Hungary. You know. When we stop there for supplies. I think it was your second week or so being with us,"

"It was my third week," I corrected her. "And it wasn't Hungary. It was Germany,"

"Aw yes. So you do remember," Ana said as if I passed her test. I bet she was smiling as she said. "There is hope for you yet, cowboy,"

"If you say so, Ana," I said turning my head aways up to see the starless sky. Really missing them stars I had back home at that moment. Sounding kind of bum, I admitted to her. "I just don't think I'm cut out to be a Blackwatch agent. Though I have to say helping people feels kind of nice,"

"See. Hope.'

Shaking my head with a smirk, I said. "Don't go telling the big boss about what I said. I still don't like being forced into this organization,"

"Don't worry about Gabe now. My lips are sealed," Ana said. "And I won't tell him about your slip up ,"

"Hehe, right ma'am. That nasty habit won't be doing me any favors," I said already missing my cigarette that I smashed. I wouldn't have called it a slip up either because I never plan on quitting in the first place. The only slip-up I see was being caught. A perfectly good cigarette now in the gutter. Lost. Wasted. How unfortunate.

"Good. Now practice what you preach," Ana said as she saw right through my truly cunning sarcasm.

"I reckon I should, but ain't gonna," I said with a smirk that I know she could see wherever she was. "I've always been a fan of hypocrisy,"

"Hypocrisy you don't-" Ana feed was abruptly cut as I heard the low rumbling of static in my earbud fall silent. A short few seconds later I hear a click. Followed by a stern voice calls that out over the com. It could only have been Reyes.

"McCree are you in position?" Reyes asked.

Putting my finger up against the earbud I say loud and clear for the old boss man."Yup sir. I'm waiting outside the warehouse now. No ins or outs. Premises completely vacant,"

"Understood," Reyes firmly said and then asked. "Ana position?"

"High Ground between points A and B," Ana reports in. "I have my eyes on you both,"

"Good. Now everyone stands by," Reyes said over the crackling line to everyone. He then singled me out. "McCree it's go time,"

"Roger that boss man," I said as I hopped into gear.

Sharp as a tack when I need to be as I snuck into the shadows of the warehouse. I was wearing all black. You know the standard uniform for Blackwatch opp agents. The uniform itself was a thin layer of body armor. Kind of like a wetsuit as it just kind of stuck to ya. However far tougher and durable than some diver would wear. On top of that, I had chest armor that laid flat covering my vital breathing area. So I could take a lead bullet or two to the chest no problem. No cowboy boots this time. They replaced with standard combat boots and shin guards. All of it along with my bandana I kept around my neck was stone cold black. The only exception was my hat which was an irrefutable piece of gear as it was coming with me wherever I go. Like it or not. It was a deep old dusty brown color. Other than that I blended into the shadows quite nicely. Even if I find sneaking around a fool's errand because I'm just gonna end up being caught either way.

Taking my sweet time to make sure that no one was about to jump me before I even turned the corner. Paranoid maybe, but it sure as hell saved my skin multiple times in the future to take that extra second to check. The coast was cleared. I take the corner quickly and made my way to the warehouse door. I examine it only to realize it was only a standard bolt lock that was controlled by a cheap old keycard system of some sort. Which I found odd that they weren't using any advanced tech to keep their, let say merchandise, from being lifted. Then I contemplated something. If Reyes said these Shimada clan folks were the real deal then their name alone was enough protection to keep greedy strangers from taking their goods. Like how Deadlock gang didn't need hide as the name alone suggest we be packing heat.

Anyway, I digress as I backed a littles way from the door. Only to kick it in and hear it swing back with a heavy slam. With that heavy slam, the keycard scanner thing made a low beeping sound that lasted for exactly 4 seconds. My guess that would be the alarm and I just triggered it.

After kicking in the door I did a side hop for cover. So if there was someone in there I wouldn't fall victim to their gun. Nothing happens, which was good, as no guns go off. So I proceed without a hitch into the warehouse.

While I entered the dark void in front of me, I made sure to shut the door on my way in. Empty as midnight mass that warehouse was. Hadden a single soul in the place, other than myself, but didn't mean there weren't signs of life before me. You see the storage warehouse itself was missing storage. It was bone dry of any supply of narcotics or weapons or anything. Instead, all the storage shelves were crammed up against the walls and the old factory looking window panes. They had gray sheets cover em so you couldn't look into the building. The only windows free of the cloth was the second story window line. It was also the sole light source for the whole building as the moonlight seem to filter through the muggy glass down to the ground floor. Also, the whole center of the warehouse was free and open and someone didn't want anyone from outside looking inside.

Thumping across the open floor I spied a lonely chair sitting dead center of the room. Illuminated by the night light like an open stage. Beside it a table with a small dinky T.V on it. Along with the T.V were some hearthstone cards scattered all about the table top and on the floor. On closer inspection, as I near the table, I spotted old dried up blood stains that were engraved on the chair, floor, and table. Leaving me to conclude two things. One that someone had been occupying the place. And second thing? Well, that second thing is that this storage warehouse wasn't being exactly used for storage, but for a more persuasive activity. You know the basics of any criminal empire; kidnapping, torture, and extortion. A little place for a ruff up before a signed contract or a holding place for a diplomat's kid as they hold em for ransom. Yeah, we had one of those places too back in the Deadlock Gang. Our were just in the backroom of a run down bar with no T."McCree are you in position?" Reyes asked.

Putting my finger up against the earbud I say loud and clear for the old boss man."Yup sir. I'm waiting outside the warehouse now. No ins or outs. Premises completely vacant,"

"Understood," Reyes firmly said and then asked. "Ana position?"

"High Ground between points A and B," Ana reports in. "I have my eyes on you both,"

"Good. Now everyone stands by," Reyes said over the crackling line to everyone. He then singled me out. "McCree it's go time,"

"Roger that boss man," I said as I hopped into gear.

Sharp as a tack when I need to be as I snuck into the shadows of the warehouse. I was wearing all black. You know the standard uniform for Blackwatch opp agents. The uniform itself was a thin layer of body armor. Kind of like a wetsuit as it just kind of stuck to ya. However far tougher and durable than some diver would wear. On top of that, I had chest armor that laid flat covering my vital breathing area. So I could take a lead bullet or two to the chest no problem. No cowboy boots this time. They replaced with standard combat boots and shin guards. All of it along with my bandana I kept around my neck was stone cold black. The only exception was my hat which was an irrefutable piece of gear as it was coming with me wherever I go. Like it or not. It was a deep old dusty brown color. Other than that I blended into the shadows quite nicely. Even if I find sneaking around a fool's errand because I'm just gonna end up being caught either way.

Taking my sweet time to make sure that no one was about to jump me before I even turned the corner. Paranoid maybe, but it sure as hell saved my skin multiple times in the future to take that extra second to check. The coast was cleared. I take the corner quickly and made my way to the warehouse door. I examine it only to realize it was only a standard bolt lock that was controlled by a cheap old keycard system of some sort. Which I found odd that they weren't using any advanced tech to keep their, let say merchandise, from being lifted. Then I contemplated something. If Reyes said these Shimada clan folks were the real deal then their name alone was enough protection to keep greedy strangers from taking their goods. Like how Deadlock gang didn't need hide as the name alone suggest we be packing heat.

Anyway, I digress as I backed a littles way from the door. Only to kick it in and hear it swing back with a heavy slam. With that heavy slam, the keycard scanner thing made a low beeping sound that lasted for exactly 4 seconds. My guess that would be the alarm and I just triggered it.

After kicking in the door I did a side hop for cover. So if there was someone in there I wouldn't fall victim to their gun. Nothing happens, which was good, as no guns go off. So I proceed without a hitch into the warehouse.

While I entered the dark void in front of me, I made sure to shut the door on my way in. Empty as midnight mass that warehouse was. Hadden a single soul in the place, other than myself, but didn't mean there weren't signs of life before me. You see the storage warehouse itself was missing storage. It was bone dry of any supply of narcotics or weapons or anything. Instead, all the storage shelves were crammed up against the walls and the old factory looking window panes. They had gray sheets cover em so you couldn't look into the building. The only windows free of the cloth was the second story window line. It was also the sole light source for the whole building as the moonlight seem to filter through the muggy glass down to the ground floor. Also, the whole center of the warehouse was free and open and someone didn't want anyone from outside looking inside.

Thumping across the open floor I spied a lonely chair sitting dead center of the room. Illuminated by the night light like an open stage. Beside it a table with a small dinky T.V on it. Along with the T.V were some hearthstone cards scattered all about the table top and on the floor. On closer inspection, as I near the table, I spotted old dried up blood stains that were engraved on the chair, floor, and table. Leaving me to conclude two things. One that someone had been occupying the place. And second thing? Well, that second thing is that this storage warehouse wasn't being exactly used for storage, but for a more persuasive activity. You know the basics of any criminal empire; kidnapping, torture, and extortion. A little place for a ruff up before a signed contract or a holding place for a diplomat's kid as they hold em for ransom. Yeah, we had one of those places too back in the Deadlock Gang. Our were just in the backroom of a run down bar with no T.V.

I was 99% sure the alarm was tripped, but in any case. I need to be sure. Spotting out the fairly large square control panel on one of the walls. I didn't even bother walk towards it as I unholster my gun and filled the unassuming metal panel with lead. It took three clean shots until I saw sparks fly from it. The sizzling sound made me smile as I radio into Reyes.

"Alarm triggered,"

"Understood… You remember what I told you?"

"Yup sir," I said twirling my gun a bit on my finger before holstering it. "Salt is not a spice regardless what Morrison says,"

"McCree," Reyes growled.

"Right right. Can't take a joke can ya," If only he could see me roll my eyes at him. I then said. "Trust me, I ain't gonna get skinned by no ninja assassin. If, by god given chance, I'm losing. I'll cut and run. "

"All you're doing is buying time," Reyes warns me again as he didn't bother to hear what I said. He started to sound like a broken record at this rate. "Doesn't mean get yourself killed. Having trouble report into me or Ana directly. Clear"

"Crystal," I said to him before he clicks off to start his portion of the mission. Leaving me to that awful flat tone static that buzzed in my ear when no one was in the voice channel. However, that didn't last long as I then radio into Ana. With a whistle, I comment. "Whew Ana. Your scouts did a good job clearing out this place,"

"... I would hope so," Ana radios after a few seconds of cold static. "You shouldn't expect anyone other than the Shimada to show up. I'll keep you in touch if I see anyone,"

"Right,"

"Remember my vision is limited, I can't see you inside the building,"

"I know,"

"And Jesse... this is no time for chit chat. Be smart. Be safe. Don't do anything stupid,"

"Loud and clear," I said before the line goes cold. She had clicked off leaving me victim to the silent emptiness of the warehouse. I walk over to the metal folding chair. Plopping myself down onto it I sighed aloud at the empty building. That adrenaline rush I felt had completely fizzled out by this time because I was stuck waiting again!

Seconds seem to tick by like hours. In all actuality, it had been a couple minutes, but I was beyond feeling restless as I tap my boot on the concrete floor. A big pet peeve of mine is when a guest is running late for the dinner bell. I also wasn't particularly good at waiting. To pass the time I found myself whistling away to an old tune. I found that the empty space had a good echo to it. Letting the notes bounce off the walls back at me. Then the itch came on for another cigarette. Seeing how Ana made me stomp out a perfectly good one. I reach into my pocket feeling for my bittersweet relief in the form of a nicotine stick. My fingers pulled out something else instead. A folded up and real crumpled cardstock. A little surprised at first as I had forgotten that I still had the guy's picture on me. For the sake of being bored, not any other reason than that, I unfolded the mess of a photo.

Didn't know what I was expecting. The photo was the same. Still a picture of a real pretty guy with long black hair and a cold stare.

Slight uneasiness kind of struck me while I sat there whistling Patience by Guns N' Roses. Staring down at the photo. This weary feeling soon left me a little bitter while I shooked my head. All I thought was he just another pretty face and most likely he was gonna be another hard ass like everyone I've come across in life so far. And I have come across a lot of people till this point sitting here in the warehouse. Most dead, in prison, or tell me what to do. I doubted this Hanzo guy wasn't any different from anyone of them. He probably just the run of the mill bad guy that imma gonna have to mull down. Well if I was allowed to mull them down, but Reyes made it clear he didn't want any casualties. Whatever the case, the only thing that makes this Hanzo special is that he got a good face. Just a bit of eye candy. It maybe that's vain or rude of me to say, but that was just the facts I was facing.

Yet at the back of my mind… I hoped I was wrong.

Anyway, my whistling died down as I came more focused on the photo. Being that I wasn't in the best lighting. I still could make out that pretty face of his and any which way I looked at it, he was still a real stunner. Maybe that's why I whispered aloud to the photo. "Well, pretty boy… I hope ya don't mind me keeping yer photo for recreational purposes," Waiting for the photo to respond. It doesn't. Leaving me only to smirk. "Glad ya don't mind,"

Before I could continue my dilutional chit chat with the photo I heard a muffled sound. It was faint like it came from outside the building behind me. Causing me to shove the photo back into my pocket as I take a closer listen to my surroundings. Another noise caught my attention after a few seconds, but this time, it seems to come from inside the warehouse. Behind me, but little more left at the back corner. What was slightly uneasy about this sound was that it was far more faint than the last. And well I was staring at the only unlocked entrance. The other entrances were the old metal garage-like doors used for unloading trucks and well the second story windows. Meaning either that this assassin was here the whole time and I had big old bull's eye on the back of my head for the 10 or so minutes of me sitting here. Or he came from one of the other two entrances. The thing is that made me uneasy was that I would have heard the garage door open if he used that to get in. While I doubt he was in the room already. I just couldn't seem to believe he could slide through one of the windows and free fall for 20 feet without a so much as making a sound. All while in such a short span of time of a 30 seconds from noise to noise.

Nevertheless how they got in here. It had appeared that my guest had finally arrived. Or could have been a vermin in the shadows playing tricks on me. Either way, I felt a pair of eyes glaring at me from the dark.

With a grin, I slump back against the chair a bit dumbfounded by the situation of what I should do. Slowly I put my hands to my sides. I listened hardest I ever did in my life.

Big muddy clouds, as my luck is surely the best, seem to past over the moon at the wrong time. Eclipsing the light that came from that big rock in the sky. It in turned dipped the warehouse further into shadowy darkness. I couldn't even see the back walls of the building as it was just a thick sheet of darkness draped around me. Leaving me sitting in the dark with my guest slipping through the shadows freely.

A cold silence rocked that warehouse. But even the quietest of things can be heard if you're listening for them. It might of have been a slip up on his part, but I heard it. A very light footstep on hard ground. A footstep of a ghost. Leading right for me. This night was shaping out to be a lot more interesting as I snapped out of my chair. Throwing it to the side with a metal thud. I whipped around with my gun pointed at the approaching figure. Remembering what Reyes said about lethal force. I simply shot once at the man's feet before he ducked back into the cover of the shadows.

All of it happened so fast, but what I glimpse was something I wasn't expecting. You shouldn't bring a knife to a gunfight, right? But why the hell would you bring a sword? Yeah sounds crazy and frankly, I found it amusing as hell. This guy, who Reyes said was highly dangerous, was actually carrying a sword on him rather than a gun. From where I came from was just downright foolish not carrying a gun on ya. Sure a pocket knife is nice to have but come on a sword. Now that got me chuckling to myself.

I scanned the darkness around me before calling out. "What interesting choice of weaponry ya got there, stranger. A real shame. A gun would have been a hell lot more useful than a sword. So why don't ya just come out already?" Of course, I didn't get a reply. I wish when I say shit like that. They come out with their hands up to the sky seeing that they were outmatched. It never seems to end up that way, though. Leaving me searching the darkness with my eyes. Carefully I pivot around in a circle. Waiting for something to happen and god was I sick of waiting at that point. I then said to myself. "Very-well. I guess I'll just have ta smoke ya out then,"

Even in the dark, I must say, I still have an impeccable eye. After a moment of scoping out the dark, I stood still facing the west wall of the warehouse. With a smirk that said found ya on my face. I shot once into the darkness as I heard light footsteps dart to the left. Before they could get away I shot once more stopping them from moving any further.

In the most guttural voice I could muster up, I warned the man. "I shot to the left at ya and at the right of ya. So let us infer where the next bullet would end up if ya don't step forward," Holding my gun up at the darkness with my eye and intuition on my target. I said in a somewhat condescending tone. "Come on now, pretty boy, I ain't gonna shoot ya unless ya don't get yer tail moving," After few moments the assassin didn't step up into view. "Right..." Quick my cocky demeanor change to a dead empty stare as I grumbled. "And I really don't want shoot ya if don't have ta." Still nothing. Leading me to cock my gun. I then said. "I gotta enough young blood on my hands to know where I'm going. What's a little more to me? So imma gonna ask ya nicely once last time. Step up or be just another body in wake,"

After I said this everything seems to change. I saw a foot step out from the dark as moonlight broke free from the clouds. It cast its light down upon us while the assassin revealed himself to me. Causing chills to run down my spine and my breath became shallow. It was him. The guy from the photo. Hanzo Shimada. The living embodiment of the picture I've been staring at all this time.

It shouldn't have surprised me. It shouldn't have made my heart race like it did.

Maybe what got me so unsettled was how much he differs from the photo. It was still him not denying that fact. But he was definitely different. He was way shorter than what I pictured him to be. He had to be around the same height as Angela and I already tower over her. Which made me feel strange looking down at him because his presence alone was everything but small. It demanded respect. It was almost paralyzing just being near him. The other thing that stopped me in my tracks was that he was far more prettier than the photo lead me on to think. I mean unsettlingly good looking. Flawless skin, cold eyes, long black beautiful hair and body to match. Everything about him was elegant. Like royalty… well, I'm not sure shimada clan is royalty or not, but it sure felt that way just looking at him. In the pure regalness of his appearances gave me goose bumps. Trailed right up my arm and down my spine. That was how pretty he was. If anything I was mad as hell. Not him. God no I could possibly be mad at him at the moment, but at the photographer of that damn photo I had. What I'm seeing right now wasn't even close to the picture. That photo had to be poorly taken. Reason I say that is because he way beyond beautiful and the photo had nothing on that. Just… how the hell did they miss all that… that I dunno how to describe it other than the radiants that came from him. Especially how the light hit him at the moment. So damn wow.

I don't mean to sound so dramatic. Hell, I hate how cliche it was, but that what I felt, saw, and even could say fall for. Because boy did his looks hit me and send me flying. Before I knew what I was feeling. I just abruptly said. "God damn, yer way too pretty to be real," I then shook my head and said. "I mean. I. Um. fuck. Ignore what I said,"

Well, I guess my loud mouth and my gawking got me in trouble as pretty boy said something back to me. The way he said in low annoyed tone made me think of Reyes growling at me. It was the first time I heard him speak at all too. However, I didn't understand what he said as I failed to realize somethin really important. This assassin, who's named Hanzo and lives in Hanamura Japan, was in fact Japanese. And yet I seem to forget that simple thing. So whatever pretty boy just said. He said it in Japanese. Causing me to realize that he most likely didn't understand a lick of English. While on the flip side of that I hadden a clue how to speak Japanese. Leaving me staring at him with a dumb look on my face.

"Oh. Hehe. Right, ya don't… ya don't know English. Do ya?" I said little speechless at first. Been the first time in my life I was speechless. And then there were my eyes. That just couldn't stop staring at pretty boy's face with my gun still drawn on him. Remembering how I felt a little self-conscious when I first saw the photo. Well, that feeling bubbled up again. It slid its way down to the back of my throat where it planned on staying. As my nerves acted up so did my speech.

This assassin, on the other hand, kept staring at me with his real sharp and real gorgeous eyes of his. Again he said something in Japanese. Man at that moment I really wish I knew what he was saying. But I didn't. I only listen to what my head said it was. Gibberish. Incoherent gibberish that actually meant something. Frustrating for me and I guess for him too.

However seeing how he said something In return, I think I have to say something back. I shook my head to clear my mind up. I then said. "Bottom line ya can't understand me?"

No reply from the assassin.

"Thank god," I let out my jittery feeling with a long sigh. Not sure him not understanding me is a good thing or not. It did make feel less of embarrassed for my big mouth. And yet a touch of sadness under all that.

Then a new realization hits me. He wasn't exactly stepping out darkness to surrender because I asked him too. Instead, he had that sword of his drawn. His cold eyes had their sights on my throat. My threats were in vain as he didn't understand them. The only thought that across my mind was he had to be quite a character to be willing to disregard my gun. Even without being directly stated I will shoot you if you don't come out. It should be common sense.

Then it had dawned on me. I only had three bullets in my gun before this confrontation happen. I forgot to reload after I shot out the control panel. Leaving me with the only bluff as I used the remaining bullets on getting pretty boy out of the shadows. Meaning I was sitting on used bullets v.s a sword-wielding man who seems really pissed off at me. I could tell he was mad at me by the way his glare slides right through me. My only option was to play it off like I had a bullet left in the gun. Reloading takes time and with someone unpredictable as pretty boy here. I needed to wait for a good opportunity. But life never seems to play out that way.

Because the thing is… I'm pretty sure this Hanzo guy is seeing right through my bluff. Once again in Japanese, he said something in a stern growl. All of sudden, like zero to hundred, he launched towards me. With that sharp blade before him. Like a bayonet. He would have derived that sword through my neck if I wasn't thinking on my feet. I shoved my hand into my pocket while stumbling backward. I grabbed a small black canister that was one of my favorite little instruments. A flash bang that would leave anyone stunned long enough for me to think of something.

As fast as I got it in my hands I chucked it at the man charging at me.

Flash! A bright white stunning light illuminates the whole warehouse. It also let out a big hissing banging sound like a backfiring engine. I instinctively cover my eyes with my hat while pretty boy didn't quite have the same fortune as me. Leaving me an opportunity to get that sword away from pretty boy while he turned away from the blaring light.

Things never seem to turn out the way they should for me. But somehow I manage to tackle him down to the ground.

Once we all land on the floor. Kneeling on top of pretty boy's back. I Pressed his head onto the ground as I quickly forced the sword out of his dead bolt grip. I remember it was hell lot harder then I thought it was gonna be. He had a grip of a dead man experiencing rigor mortis who had died with a bottle of superglue in his palm. Somehow I got him to give with a lot of force on my part. He let the sword go, I right away send it sliding across the room. I then said. "I can't let ya keep that now if I'm not allowed to riddle ya with bullets. Fair is fair after all, pretty boy,"

I'm not sure what made me want to say that. I already determined that he didn't understand what I was jawing about. Anyway with one hand still pressing the guy's face to the ground, pop my revolver open. Letting the bullet casings fall and scatter around us. Sounding like cheap wind chimes as they hit the floor with metal ting.

Now the tricky part. Reloading.

I had to let go of the man for like 2 seconds to reload. And that was a mistake. A real foolish mistake. As soon as I let up I found myself being thrashed to the floor. Completely toppled over by the assassin. My gun goes flying out of my hand and like the sword. It goes sliding across the warehouse floor. Way out of reach. That didn't discourage me as I didn't sit idly by. I fought pretty boy tooth and nail. We were rolling across the floor trying to wrestle the other into submission.

Frankly, I knew I was at a disadvantage because I was piss poor at hand to hand combat. Reason being is I usually shoot my opponent down before they could get their hands around my neck. I'm pretty strong had good endurance, but it means squat if your fighting someone trained day and night for this. I only lasted a solid 30 seconds against him. I was already heaving and huffing by 10. While Hanzo didn't even break a sweat. So it was a matter of time before I was pinned to the floor.

On my back facing up at the man. His whole weight on my chest and hand at my throat. My mind only thought of two things. That I was gonna die and that I had the best view in the world looken up at that face.

Author's note*Chapter 2 done. I've had started college so it's gonna be very slow updates, but there is gonna be a chapter 3. um yeah. :3