"Finally some fun," I say relaxed riding down on the highway on route to Shimada castle.
I love the feeling of wind blowing against my face as I ride down the road, I'm speeding but police aren't going to catch up to me anytime soon. Even if they did catch up to me in my modified motorcycle, there ain't any way they can use force to arrest me.
As I ride my motorcycle down the road I get some comms from the person who took my post.
"Is this the cowboy?"
"Yes indeed it is, what can I do for you on this lovely evening?"
"Just reporting that Genji Shimada has fallen off the east side of Hanamura castle. He's probably on the streets below, but do it make it quick will you?" He asked, "We don't want authorities to get him first."
"Roger, I'll be there faster than a horse on steroids."
"Just get it done Mccree."
"No need to tell me that twice, I'm on my way," I say, "Mccree signing off."
I'm heading to the wrong side of Shimada castle so I decide to make a little detour, I eye the bridge ahead keenly.
"Yes, that'll do fine," I say happily.
As I'm nearing the bridge I look to the right and notice the nearest car was about eight seconds away from arriving to my current position.
"Heh, child's play," I boasted to no one in particular.
I pull up the handles of the motorcycle and do a wheelie when I near the bridge. I drift towards the left and pull up with all my strength nearing the railing of the bridge. I push down and I fall front end first.
"YEEEE-HAAAAW!" I cheered in excitement.
As I'm falling I shift my weight to the back and pull up on the handles so I land rear end first. I hear honking and the screeching of brakes behind me but I don't care, I maintain the wheelie for a couple seconds just for fun. I hear an angry man swearing in Japanese behind me and I floor it.
"Heh, that was awesome," I say to myself.
I crank up my motorcycle to full speed and ride further on into the dark Japanese night.
"All right now what's so important that you have to drag me to this random city alley"? A menacing man with bulging muscles and an eye patch over his right eye asked.
"Sorry boss but a man just fell out of the sky!" A goon apologized.
"What's this about a man falling out of the sky?" The menacing man asked skeptically, "Do you think I'm a little kid?"
"We're absolutely serious boss!" The goon replied.
"Look, look!" A different goon yelled, "Right around this corner there's a man missing an arm and leg!"
"Just let him die for gods sake, what's the need to bring me here for a dying.." The menacing man stopped speaking abruptly, "Holy shit that's Genji Shimada!" He yelled.
"From the Shimada clan"? A goon asked bewildered.
"Good catch boys!" The menacing man laughed heartily, "He's a direct descendant he is!"
"So that means..."? A younger goon trailed off when he saw his superiors face explode out of anger.
"You fool!" The menacing man yelled punching the younger goon in the gut, "He's a part of the main branch, do you have any idea how much ransom he'll be worth?!"
The younger goon vomited on the floor, "Ah... boss is so... smart," he said in between his puking.
"You're damn right I am!" The menacing man said clearly enjoying the praise, "I hope you learned to be smarter in this gang otherwise there'll be more trouble."
"Right... yes sir, definitely sir," The young goon said miserably after puking out his dinner he had two hours before.
"Quick, carry him!" The menacing man ordered, "He's definitely tough as a main clan member, but we still need to hurry to keep him alive for ransom."
And so the menacing man and his foolish subordinates ended up carrying Genji's body into their a couple blocks away warehouse.
"Quick, quick, put his body in the cryostasis station." The menacing man ordered.
The goons quickly responded by carrying Genji's body to the cylinder cryostasis station.
"Ironic," the menacing man chuckled, "Advertised as a device to stop aging, and all it was good for was hiding drugs."
The goons chuckled as well in the hopes of earning some favor with their boss.
"Ah shit I forgot to remove the drugs from that station," The menacing man exclaimed, "We need out hostage as safe as possible."
The menacing man looked around and spotted five goons that looked able bodied.
"Hey, you five playing poker in the back!" The menacing man yelled, "Get your asses over here!"
The muscular goons in the back looked shocked as they thought the boss couldn't see them gambling. Of course, they were in plain sight, but they didn't know that. They quickly ran forwards to minimize their losses.
"Sorry boss," The biggest goon said apologetically, "What do you want us to do?"
"Lift this cryostasis station," the menacing man ordered.
"Ugh, cryostasis station lifting again"? A goon said in the back.
"Who said that?!" The menacing man screamed, spit flying out of his mouth.
The muscular goons in front moved away quickly scared, revealing the trembling goon.
"DO. YOU. WANT. TO. DIE."? The menacing man asked furiously pausing at every word, "We're about to get the biggest paycheck of our lives!"
"S-s-s-s..orry boss," The goon mumbled trembling.
"No fucking complaining, or I'll come over and finish you myself," The menacing man threatened, "Do you understand?"
"Yes sir!" the goon yelled out of fright, "I'm so sorry sir!"
"Hmph," The menacing man snorted.
Panicked the group quickly lifted the station and took out the packets of drugs they left in. The reason why these cryostasis stations were such great ways to hide drugs was because of how heavy they were. It took 6 able bodied men just to lift it, just to access the compartment below that was supposed to hold "Fragrances". Another reason why they were so useful was that you could circulate the drugs if worst came to worse and filter them out of the water in the cryostasis station later.
Exhausted the group of goons sat down and started wiping the sweat off their brows. The strongest was panting his back against a wall, the weakest was lying on the ground gasping for air.
"What are you idiots doing!" The menacing man screamed at them, "Put the drugs into another cryostasis station your job isn't even done yet!"
Panicked the group of goons got up immediately and started working right away lifting another cryostasis station and put the drugs in. By the time they were finished three were unconscious, one was lying down gasping for breath and the last goon still had his fingers stuck in the station. Quickly his friends helped out and lifted the station, freeing his fingers but didn't realize he was unconscious so he fell on his head and got a concussion.
"What does a man have to do to get them to work..." The menacing man asked himself.
"The people working coordinates should have put Genji's location on my map by now with satellite imagery." I thought to myself.
I turned on my watch and opened my map, a projection of Hanamura city went out of my watch and I looked at the place they marked. Comparing the distance between my area and Genji's, I was roughly five minutes away by motorcycle. I sped up hoping to make it three. My motorcycle was a blur moving down the road I expertly swerved between one car and the other avoiding any crashes. I make it to the scene marked on my map in two minutes. I run into the alleyway and turn around the corner with my first aid kit in hand to find absolutely nothing.
"Oh now if ain't that dandy, he's gone." I say to myself.
Looking around I see a massive pool of blood on the pavement and little puddles of blood almost as if making a trail.
"If I follow these I should find out who and where they took Genji!" I thought to myself.
I keep my hand on the peacekeeper in case I find any trouble, but it's usually trouble finding me. I follow the trail, making a left here, a right there, a random loop de loop far over yonder. Until I finally reach the warehouse.
"Ah shit." I grimace, "That's a typical gang warehouse if I ever saw one."
Years of experience in a gang just to recognize one on sight, that's one useful skill I've got here. I sigh and make a report to Blackwatch.
"Mccree here, I've located Genji but he's currently in the hands of a local gang here." I report.
"Reyes here, there's a firefight going on in one of our recon buildings unfortunately we can't send you backup over."
Suddenly I hear yelling come from the warehouse,
"You Morons!" A deep voiced man yelled, "You know how the Shimada clan has suppressed us, do you want payback or not?"
I then proceed to hear screaming and the sound of fists hitting metal.
"Huh, there's a bunch of nutcases in here." I exclaim, "I probably can take this on by myself."
I make another report to tell Reyes about the change of plans.
"Time to find a good vantage point, probably want to lower their numbers a bit before I come charging in."
I notice a hole on the roof and set up camp there. I'm kneeling trying to see the maximum amount of people I can get in my line of sight. I note stacks of boxes for cover, positions of others, and see Genji in a cryostasis station.
"Oh, looks like they saved me the trouble of finding one of those." I exclaim.
I'm still on my knees, I count 30 people inside the warehouse, 15 stacks of boxes randomly scattered around I can use for cover, 12 shelves I can take advantage of, 6 crates I could probably utilize on the shelves, and 8 windows I can enter from. I wait for the perfect opportunity and 6 people enter my line of sight.
"Perfect." I mutter.
I shoot my peacekeeper a bullet at a time effectively dispatching every single one of them in the head.
"Bullseye."
"The hell was that"? Someone yelled.
"They're dead!" One person screamed out of terror.
"You idiots!" The deeper voiced man yelled, "Get to cover already!"
They're all scrambling to find cover and I manage to pick another 2 stragglers in the process.
"Eight down, twenty two to go." I start counting.
"I'm scared," One person whimpered.
"Don't worry you're safe if you stay with us, safety in numbers right"? Another person tried to reassure.
I almost burst out laughing, grouping up in this cluster fuck? What right fools they are. Easy prey.
Coincidentally they were standing right next to the shelves in the corner.
"Where is the fucker"? The menacing man asked quivering.
I unpin a grenade and start counting down, "5..., 4..., 3..., 2..., 1..." And throw it straight at the crate up high on the shelf in the corner.
I hear someone yell, "Get to cover!"
The group of six people in the corner relax, thinking they're safe because they're in "cover".
Oh they couldn't be any more wrong. The grenade explodes right at the crate as expected, the people in the corner are reassured when they see no one died. Hell they didn't even see the grenade blow up.
"Phew, we're safe." A person exhales in relief.
"See?" One said, "Safety in numbers."
"Don't relax yet dumb asses!" The menacing man yelled, "He's up top I'm sure of it, be careful!"
The group of people start shooting up top through the hole, hoping to hit someone. Unfortunately over the sound of gunfire they didn't hear the crate creaking and dropping down on them. I hear a giant CRASH, satisfied I start moving now that my position is known.
"Six down, another sixteen to go." I count down. Fortunately thanks to all the yelling I know their rough positions and I know the south side of the warehouse is pretty sparse on people. Time to claim my territory.
"Heh, this is charity with how easy it is." I brag, "Why'd they take up crime if they haven't even seen a single cowboy movie to learn the basics of a gunfight"?
I crash into the south side window and roll behind some crates. I hear some shooting to my right where I previously was.
"Delayed reaction time." I note to myself, none of them are true men of the battlefield.
I'm pretty sure there's a guy to the crate pile left to me based on the sounds I heard earlier. I throw a flashbang into the air and close my eyes.
"Shit!" The menacing man yelled, "Flashbang everybody close your eyes!"
After I hear the satisfying screeching I open my eyes and roll towards the crates. I spot the person crouched in the corner. The guy still has his eyes closed.
"Hi there." I say to him.
He looks at me and pisses his pants in fright. I dispatch of him cleanly in the head and put my back against the crates. I reload and think over my next course of action.
"He's at the crates far left south side!" A goon yelled.
I can feel the tension in the air and imagine the gang members tensed up, probably ready for another flash bang. I peek left side and only get a couple of shots at my end to reward my efforts.
"Hm, what to do now." I start to think.
I roll towards the shelves on the left side, I hear gunshot trailing behind me and one bullet grazes my shin.
"Just a flesh wound, no big deal." I mutter.
Thankfully I have the crates as cover against those in the north side of the warehouse. Only the members on the right side opposite me can see me now. I can imagine them attacking because I have no cover against a small number of them. I wait for them to make the first move. A couple seconds later I see two bold men stand up and aim at me. I flick my gun and hit the one on my left side cleanly through the head, I can see the blood leaving the second man's face. I shoot my second bullet and it hits the bullseye as well.
"That should be the last of them in this area." I say to myself.
Even if there's still one left on the lower right side of the warehouse they'll definitely play safe seeing as two of their comrades were taken care of in an instant.
"I should take the high ground they won't expect it." I think to myself.
I start climbing up the shelf as quietly as possible. A deadly silence fills the air. No one on the other side dares to make a move. I peek my head over the top of the shelf and see all of them spread out on the north side of the building.
"That's the remaining thirteen."
I stand on the shelf and get into position for some fast shooting.
Someone yells "He's up there!"
I'm feeling pretty cocky so I say something to throw them off.
"It's high noon!" I yelled.
"The fuck"? Someone yelled in the back, "It's the middle of the night!"
My first bullet pierces his head right after he says that, my second hits the head of the guy next to him. I receive a shot in the arm but this doesn't stop my spree. My third, fourth, fifth, and sixth bullet hit the rest of the people on the northern left side. I would reload if this was a normal gun. Unfortunately for the gang this gun was custom made by Torbjörn. He installed a battery and circuit that generates lasers inside of my gun. I push a button on the bottom of the handle and my gun starts shooting lasers twice as fast and twice as deadly. In a few seconds six more people are shot in the head, fortunately for them it was a very clean death with lasers instead of metal entering their heads. The only remaining person is the menacing person, who doesn't look so menacing anymore.
"G-g-g-get b-b-back," He stuttered, "Don't you care about what happens to Genji?"
Oh you're kidding me, he just so happens to guess my motif, if it weren't for this guys insane luck I would have shot him already. The not so menacing man points his gun towards the cryostasis station.
"Drop your gun now!"
Reluctantly I drop my gun right next to my feet.
He laughs, "Oh have the tables turned, of course everyone must grovel at my great being."
I think I'm getting sick.
He points his gun at me, "Do me a favor and die you filthy piece of shit!"
I prepare to roll when I see light blue cubes and a massive gate appear behind him.
"Oh my guardian angel is here" I can't help but admire the scene.
Scared of the sound of teleportation the not so menacing man turns around and gets a tranquilizer to the face.
Her voice as refreshing as a spring breeze spoke, "The doctor is in." In a light German accent.
"Heh, took you long enough M'lady" Tipping my hat smiling.
"I believed required a connoisseur of the medical sciences, not a zoo keeper." Mercy replied annoyed.
"Sorry madam, but you took care of him before I could and I offer my thanks."
"You can keep them, thank you very much." She replied dryly, "I believe we have the more important matter of saving a life."
AU: I'm sorry I had too.