John led Amélie to the living room and almost immediately walked face first into a familiar face.
"Wait? John?" the aging cowboy said surprised.
"Boss!" John exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around his oldest friend, who quickly wrapped his arms around him. "Damn is it good to see you!"
"You too bud!" the cowboy said as they pulled apart. "Damn it has to've been half a year now since I saw you!"
"Actually it's been eight, wait... yeah eight months." John said as he thought for a moment.
"Too damn long regardless." he said smiling as a porcelain figure floated up from behind him. "Why do you have your rifle on you?"
"Same reason my ship is patrolling while cloaked. Because someone forgot to install defenses in case of attack."
"Fair enough." the cowboy laughed.
"So this is Agent Longshot." the blue faced omnic commented as she set a hand on the cowboy's shoulder. "It is a pleasure to meet you finally."
"And you must be Echo." John said as he held out his hand, which she gingerly took into her own and shook.
"Cassidy has told me a lot about you." she said with a smile on her hologram face.
"Cassidy?" John asked, confusion spreading over his face.
"Yeah, I, uh, I'm trying to get away from my connections to our old lives." he explained, a bit embarrassed. "Makes it a bit more difficult for Ashe and anyone working for her to track me down and get in the way of our work."
"Boss, you used to point out how well I could cut through the bullshit of a situation." John began as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "That at best only works until they find out your new name, and at worst doesn't work at all because Overwatch is in the news daily. And EVERYONE there knows your face." he explained.
"Well... that's... kinda a fair point..." the cowboy said, clearly stumped, while Amélie giggled behind John. "Alright you got me there, but now I've got another question. Is she... on the level?" he asked gesturing to Amélie.
"Yeah, she's... what's a good way to put it...?" he said thinking.
"I received help escaping Talon's control over me and fled to the one person I thought might give me a chance." Amélie explained hoping that would be enough to end the uncomfortable conversation.
"Yeah, that."
"Well I suppose if you vouch for her..." McCree began as he looked back to John, but was cut of by the screech of a British woman.
"What are you doing her?!" Lena Oxton yelled as she strode up to the French assassin, the Omnic woman, and the American cowboys.
"Oh merde..." the Frenchwoman mumbled, hating he luck as the Brit walked up in a white shirt and black pants.
"After all you've done, you think you can just waltz in here like nothing ever happened? And who the hell are you?" she yelled at the pair.
"Someone who could send you back to the Jurassic in the time it would take you to blink." he remarked, his right hand drawing closer to his sidearm, causing her to step back.
"Lena, this is agent Longshot." McCree explained. "He was with Overwatch long before you joined up and spent a longer while dead."
"Wait, YOU'RE the guy Angela has been losing her mind over for the last year?" she exclaimed.
"She's what?" John asked, thoroughly confused.
"Haven't you been reading the messages Winston has been sending you?" she asked exasperated.
"Not really, no." he admitted, earning a chuckle from McCree. "Frankly it's a miracle I saw the invite to this party, and another miracle that I came at all."
"Angela has been worried sick over you, and she's gonna be devastated when she finds out you're with this murderous bitch!"
"Alright, that's it!" John yelled as he quickly reached out and grabbed Lena by the back of the neck, dragging her back into the living room, surprising Brigitte, Torbjorn, and Vivienne, and forcing her to sit in a chair. "You are going to sit your ass there and keep your trap shut until I'm done showing everyone what I spent the last week putting together! Got it?!" he asked as she nodded quickly fear spread across her face.
"What is going on here, boy?" Torbjorn shouted as he got off a couch and walked towards the shiper, McCree holding up his hand to try to get the old mechanic to wait.
"What's going on is over the last week I got access to the servers Talon uses and have been digging through the entire mess to corroborate Ams's story." he explained as he began pressing buttons on his arm mounted computer, causing the large screens in the living room to show error messages, then have a large number of files start popping up one after another. "Not only was she telling me the truth, she left out some of the more gruesome details of what they did to her. They manipulated her mind before each mission they sent her on, using her as a sleeper agent to be activated when needed." he continued as everyone stood up and began looking at the screens with varying levels of disgust and fear spreading over their faces. "Moira O'Deorain preformed experiments on her, tortured her, and other things I will not mention for Ams's sake. I will not let anyone here, friend or otherwise, harass Ams for something she had been forced to do in the most extreme ways!" he yelled as he turned back towards Lena, whose face was turning pale as a sheet of paper as she looked at the screens. "Do I make myself clear?!" he said with venom dripping from each syllable, forcing her to nod vigorously.
"Mein god" came an angellic voice from the doorway, causing John to turn around in surprise, seeing Angela staring in horror at the screens while Ams sat in a chair near her with her face buried in her hands.
John quickly moved over to Amélie and pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort her as she cried in his arms.
"Thank you." she got out between sobs as he held her close to his chest.