I sigh, who thought a Blackwatch post could be so boring? Seemed pretty badass to me, fight for good using not so good methods. I eye the bottle of liquor I have in my bag, but reluctantly refuse to take a sip of the alcohol. Duty and orders come first, blah, blah, blah. How's a cowboy supposed to be a badass doing recon? At least give me some jerky if I'm going to look the part. I've been eating nothing but stale military bread rations, I'm just dying to dole out some action. Bored I contact HQ to make a report.

"Jesse Mcree here reporting to HQ, hour is high noon on the other side of the world, nothing has still happened in Shimada castle,"

"Reyes here, for gods sake stop reporting useless information to HQ when you're bored Mcree, next time you do something stupid like that I'm kicking you out of Blackwatch."

Your typical day scouting. I'm sitting back in the chair I set up for myself against regulations, pull out my phone, and start flipping through tweetir.

"Ronald Drumpf's up to no good again, what's this about building a photon light wall that vaporizes any Mexican gangs that walk through it?" I skeptically read, "Oh and Mexico is going to pay for it too, who elected this foolish orange as president?"

I'm absolutely done with all the drama and B.S on Tweetir, so I decide to do my job properly and observe the balcony.

I see nothing and stare there for another fifteen minutes before my patience starts wearing thin. I start pulling my phone out of my pocket when I suddenly see a flash of orange and green go around the corner. The suspicious person then proceeds to go behind a pillar and stares at the stairs as if waiting for something.

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me?" I muttered.

One moment he's running on the stairs, the next he's behind a pillar? Almost like teleportation, except you can just barely track the movement.

"Must be some bullshit ninja thing," I said to myself.

All I know is that you wouldn't see that in a cowboy movie. I adjust my binoculars, he's critically injured to boot.

"Giant slash on his chest, cuts all over, wounds are fresh. What kind of dog fight was he in?"

Then I notice the hair, it's orange. Quickly I grab my records on the Shimada clan and find the page on Genji Shimada, easily recognizable from the stupid hair.

"Youngest son of the Shimada head... As well as a notorious play boy. He looks like a carrot, and skilled in ninja arts." I read aloud.

"Pfft, ninja's would never stand a chance against cowboys. I bet any Hollywood director would make it so the cowboys win in a movie. It's clearly a no brainer."

"For the love of god Jesse! I don't want comparisons between cowboy and ninja, I want information so give me some fucking information!" Reyes practically exploded over the radio.

"Oh... heh that was on?" I responded

"No soldier, I was just watching cowboys fight ninjas in front of me wondering who would win," Reyes sarcastically replied. "Just please do your post properly."

"Oh shit, I totally forgot!"

"What was that soldier?"

"There's a huge ass dog fight on the balcony of Shimada castle, Genji is confirmed fighting there with critical injuries," I reported.

"Report this kind of shit first Mccree! I didn't let you into Blackwatch for no god damn reason!"

"Sorry sir, but I think I could work better if I had better rations next time, and maybe some better wifi connection. These stale heaps of junk and 3 terabytes just ain't cuttin' it. " I said innocently.

"..."

"But it does seem there is some infighting going on in that family, can we get a couple family members to visit and get us some juicy gossip on the locals?"

"Affirmative they'll be there in 3 minutes sharp."

I light a cigar and open the bottle of whiskey before taking a sip.

"Oh yeah that's the good stuff," I say happily, "I've done all I really can at this point."

I sit down and enjoy the fight. Now I'm no samurai but the fight between the two of them was amazing. Steel against steel, one second they strike, the next they're on defense. It looks cool but I bet if I was fighting them they'd just have a bullet through the head. Hell what could swords do against guns? What are they going to do, utilize secret bullshit ninja arts and deflect my bullets back at me?

"Heh, like that would ever happen.."

I notice a couple of people on a building closer to Shimada castle placing down their equipment and a laser microphone for the radio. I whistle,

"State of the art too, uses long range light beams against a window to detect the vibrations made by their talking, which is reflected back at us."

I boot up the radio and wait for the sound. All I hear is a lot of static, I take my gun out of the holster and look at the team setting up. I pretend I'm in an old western duel, hands open, arms at the side, staring at them with a slightly lowered back. I see the fresh blood looking at me warily, and see the sweat forming on their brows as if out of fear. I chuckle as I sit back down. I smother my cigar and light a new one, sucking in and puffing out the smoke.

"Must be a new recruit panicking on recon of all things." I thought to myself.

I sigh, "Young'uns these days, just signing up for past glory not knowing what the world really is like."

I had to deal with all sorts of busts and heists back in Deadlock. Can't even count nor think to remember the amount of people I killed when I was a teenager to feed the family back in the slums. They're lucky they're getting paid for doing the same things I did and getting praise for it.

I sigh again, "Pointless to keep thinking about it."

A sudden sound of steel clashing against steel wakes me up from my thoughts. I really should focus on the job and not about things I couldn't change from the past.

"Never had a thing with honor, all it seems to do is make people into stubborn assholes. You and the elders are a prime example."

"That's the last straw Genji, insulting honor itself nothing can redeem you now!"

"Oh?" I exclaimed. "Looks like the playboy is getting punished for his naughty deeds."

"Mccree here, I have prime intel on the fight."

"Reyes here, please relay it forwards over."

"Genji is being killed by Hanzo for his playboy attitude, may I suggest something commander?"

"What is it soldier?" Commander Reyes replied.

"I''m guessing he has a fair amount of hate towards his family now, if we can save him..."

"I see where you're getting at Mccree, I like it."

"It's nothing sir, but Genji is in really rough condition here," I exclaimed. "We may have to send an expert like Mercy onto the field, normal first aid won't do a thing in the state he's in."

"Got it, luckily Mercy is currently in east Asia, it shouldn't take her more than ten minutes to get there if we bribe Vishkar to set up a teleporter for us."

"How do I keep Genji alive until Mercy gets there?"

"Put him into cryostasis, stop the bleeding somehow, anything to buy time."

"Roger that sir, Mccree signing off."

Well looks like recon time is over, time for the action I always wanted. I jump up and proceed to get to the bottom floor of the building where I parked my motorcycle.

It looks like the Shimada's in the building were not expecting a cowboy to suddenly walk off the top floor, and truth be told I can't blame them I jumped onto the building from the one right next to it. So I can't really blame them if they didn't see me.

They're panicking and looking down at their waists trying to find where their guns are. I scoff,

"Amateurs all of them, not a single one of them has any experience. Easy prey for me."

I shoot all the lights in the floor of the building and remember every single person and their position .When the building turns dark in the dark Japanese sky, I roll on the floor while reloading my gun, and fire.

I turn on my lighter to give myself a light, every single person on the floor has a bullet through the head.

"Heh, haven't lost my touch I see." I exclaimed.

I throw my cigar on the ground near some stationary which catches fire, I walk out of the building lighting a new cigar.

"You know what?" I said, "Just for good measure."

I'm probably going to make the news, but just to go off with a bang. I throw a couple of grenades and incendiaries in the building. They blow up and the building slowly sets on fire, while the grenades damage the support beams of the building. The building crumbles to pieces behind me while on fire, I walk away slowly like a badass while exhaling smoke from my cigar.

"Daaamn, I'm one badass motherfucker.," I coolly say as I walk away.

I walk across the street with my hat covering my face and spot my jet-black motorcycle.

"There she is," I said.

I take off the cowboy hat reluctantly, and put on the helmet.

I sigh, "Safety first."

I insert the key turn it, squeeze the clutch lever, and press the start button waiting for it to start up. As my motorcycle starts up I rev it up and ride off in the quiet village.

"Let's go Ebony!" I yelled, "Time for us to save a ninja."