Gabriel is sitting in the casino's food court, watching police run by him to the hotel. He takes a bite of his sandwich he'd managed to grab before the alarms and waits patiently to see if his two targets happen to run by. The crowds were all being ushered in this direction. It would only be so long before security started to move him along as well.
He had correctly assumed the two men wouldn't climb all the way down to the ground from the outside of the hotel. If Shimada had been on his own he might have, but since his partner was running naked at the moment it made things more difficult for them. He hadn't been all that surprised when the alarms had gone off and police had started evacuating people. He knew Hanzo Shimada was an intelligent man. He knew less than he'd like about the other man with him though...Jesse McCree.
A slim young man in a neon yellow security uniform stops at Gabe's table and looks down his nose at him. He puffs up his chest and gives Gabe a pointed look, "This is an emergency, Sir. We need you to evacuate this way from the building."
Gabe takes another bite of his sandwich and looks up at the kid, "I'm waiting for someone." If Jack was here, he'd flash his credentials and the guard would have run off with his tail between his legs. Because of his position with Blackwatch, Gabe isn't allowed to keep any identifying tags on him during missions.
"Sir," The kid says sharply, doing his best to sound authoritative, "Move along. There's an active gunman in the building. You need to move."
"Oh yeah?" He finishes his sandwich and balls up the trash, standing from his seat, "I'll move along then."
The kid shrinks back when Gabe stands, moving to get out of his way as he passes. No one had attempted to stop Gabriel as a suspect. He'd definitely been seen on camera, but with Jack running the mission he wasn't worried about it. Jack probably had the camera data wiped already.
Gabriel sighs heavily, still watching the crowd without making much progress toward the exits. If he was in McCree's shoes...his focus would probably be on getting some clothes. If he was as high profile as Hanzo Shimada, the hotel would probably be making special accomodations to evacuate him. So the most likely scenario was that the men were being ushered out the back of the hotel, where it was safe and the staff could provide some clothes. They also had easy access to the valet parking garage from that side.
He clicks his earpiece back on and connects through to Jack, "Jack, I need you to shut down the exit terminals for the valet."
Jesse could have cried in relief when the hotel manager had produced pants and a shirt for him in the lobby. They'd managed to escape with the crowds down the elevators, but Hanzo pulled them away once they reached the ground floor.
The manager didn't seem too concerned about evacuating himself, but he was there to help his high profile guests. He'd been more than happy to get something for Jesse to cover himself. Given the emergency situation, Jesse had to settle for what they had nearby. So he accepts the too tight black dress pants, no underwear, and a red button up shirt that wouldn't quite button all the way up his chest.
Jesse turns himself around for Hanzo, holding his arms out to give him a good look, "Well? What do you think?"
Hanzo's eyes travel down the curve of Jesse's ass and linger for awhile, "It will work until we can buy you something else."
"You flatter me, Darlin'." Jesse struts passed him, making a little show with the dramatic swish of the hips.
"We still need to get out of this hotel." Hanzo tells him, and Jesse notes that his tone is far less aggrivated than it had been earlier. Sex did wonders for his bad mood it seemed. If they survived this mess, he'd have to remember that for later.
The manager clears his throat to catch their attention, "There's a back entrance the valet use to get to the parking garage."
"We'll need the keys to my truck." Jesse points out, "Do you have access to that right now?"
The man nods dutifully, "Of course, Sir. I'll be back in a moment."
Jesse shakes his head, watching the man run off, "That man would risk gettin' himself shot over you."
"My family would do worse to him if anything happened to me." Hanzo gives a soft shrug, like it hardly mattered.
"Doesn't bother you at all that he could get snapped in half by that man after us?" That didn't quite sit right with Jesse. He'd seen and done worse with Deadlock, but he never felt good about it. Most of the people that ended up helping him out weren't any better than he was. As far as he knew though, this man here was just doing his job.
Hanzo sighs and he looks genuinely tired, "I have had a lot of people die around me just doing their jobs. It's unavoidable with my family. We do our best to protect them and pay them well, but we don't always have control over what happens. Most of them are aware of the danger involved."
"The danger of helping or the danger of refusing to help?" Jesse asks him unhappily.
"Both."
Jesse crosses his arms and the soft fabric of his shirt strains at the seams. He doesn't have a moral high ground to stand on. Not really. Innocent people getting hurt never did sit right with him though.
Hanzo walks across to Jesse and brings his hand up to rest against his arm. His fingers slide across the too tight fabric, sending soft waves of pleasure through him, and Jesse feels some of his stubborn resolve melting away, "You're makin' it difficult to be upset with you."
Hanzo gives him a look, "You are not allowed to be upset with me for anything. The only reason we are here is you forgot to drug me during your part in my kidnapping."
"You gonna keep bringin' that up?" Jesse asks him, "It's really goin' to put a damper on our relationship." He brings his arms around the smaller man, and pulls him closer against his chest. Hanzo is still just in his slacks and no shirt, so Jesse can slide his hands across his bare skin easily.
Hanzo turns his nose up at him, "What relationship?"
"What relationship he says.." Jesse tuts at him bites at Hanzo's bottom lip. It sends a noticeable shiver through his body and Jesse laughs softly, "Exactly...we have some kind of relationship forming here, Darlin'. Don't go denying it now."
The manager clears his throat behind them and holds out the keys to Jesse's truck, "Is there anything else I can assist you with today?"
Hanzo pulls himself away from Jesse and shakes his head, "No, I appreciate your assistance. You should evacuate yourself as well."
The man just shakes his head, "I will be fine, Sir. I hope you enjoyed your stay."
Hanzo hesitates before he steps forward to take the keys. The manager still looks entirely calm, like this was the kind of thing that happened every day. Jesse thanks the man and leads the way to the garage, practically dragging Hanzo along behind him. The concrete and the asphalt are a lot less forgiving on Jesse's feet than the carpets in the hotels had been. He was tough but he always had a pair of boots, so the bottoms of his feet were not ready for this shit. They have no idea where the truck is, and it takes enough time to find it that his feet are torn up by the time Hanzo spots it. Jesse snatches the keys from him and hoists open the heavy metal door on the driver side. He pulls out his gun from under the seat and leans over with relief, "I'll never leave you again, Baby."
Hanzo wrinkles his nose at him, "Undignified.."
"Hey...none of that." Jesse climbs into the truck, "It would have been nice to have a weapon a couple hours ago. So we can both agree, the gun stays with us from now on."
He starts the truck and drives them out toward the valet exit, but it's blocked off. The bar blocking the way is usually automatic, lifting out of the way when a car pulls up, but it's locked down.
Jesse leans out the truck window and frowns at it, "Locked for the alarm?"
"Why would they seal the exits during an evacuation?" Hanzo asks him incredulously.
"There are easier ways to leave hotels you know." A voice comes from behind them.
Jesse cranks his neck to look back and sees Gabriel casually strolling up on them, "God dammit.." He scans the garage quickly for any other way out. Everything else is sealed by cement walls and the metal arm in front of them looks a quite a bit sturdier than their truck.
Jesse grabs his gun and swings open the truck door. He jumps out of the truck and takes aim at the larger man stalking toward him, "Look...I don't know what Deadlock told you, but this shit is goin' to get all of us killed. The boss fucked up pickin' him up, he's a Shimada."
Gabe gives him an amused grin, "I don't work for Deadlock."
"You...who the hell are you then?" Jesse demands, frustrated at the whole situation now. How many people were after them?
"Your partner...Blue? He works undercover for my organization. He reported to us. I doubt your gang has figured out you're not coming yet."
"You're the police then." Jesse hasn't lowered his gun. The other man is big, but a shot to the head would put him down the same as anyone.
"No. I don't work for the police either." Gabe tells him. He seems downright jovial, and not the least bit concerned about the gun aimed straight at his head. That has Jesse more concerned than anything.
Hanzo gets out of the passenger side slowly and takes a step toward Gabriel. He's dropping into a lower stance, readying himself to fight. He'd fought bigger than this man and won.
Jesse cocks his gun and aims again, "You're strong...I'll give you that. I don't want to shoot you, but I will."
Gabe gives him a little shrug and points behind them. Jesse turns slowly and there's a woman standing far off. She's not so far away that he can't see she's pointing some kind of sniper rifle at them.
"Shit...Hanzo!" Jesse barely gets the words out before Hanzo is shot with something and he goes down like a bag of rocks. Jesse whips back around just in time to see Gabriel's fist flying forward. It connects with the side of his head, and then everything goes black.