In Hindsight... (McHanzo) | Bodyguard AU | ✔️

Chapter Three

They arrived at the station near dusk. The train was supposed to arrive in fifteen minutes, so they had to act fast to snag a ticket. As soon as McCree saw the ticket booth, Hanzo pulled him aside.

"You're a local, right?"

He snickered at the question. "I was. Why?"

The ravenet monitored at the ticket teller. "Go smooth talk her fora bit. Ask if they have any tickets for the arriving train. I'll be within earshot, so I'll figure out what to steal for us."

The cowboy nodded, keeping a straight face. When the teller had a moment, he sauntered up to her.

"S'cuse me, darlin'," he said sweetly, tipping his hat towards her. "Mind tellin' me if you have any tickets left?"

The woman in the booth giggled, reaching under the counter. "Actually, we do." With a smile still on her face, she pulled out a revolver. "In fact, we have one ticket to hell just for you."

Jesse raised his hands and started to back up. He was acutely aware of the revolver in his holster. "Now, hold on jus' a minute."

He backed straight into another person, who he soon learned was also sporting a gun. He looked around the crowd and saw there were two more of them. "What's the big idea here?"

The guy behind him chuckled, pressing the barrel of the gun to the brunet's temple. "Boss doesn't like when people skip their tab, both in and outta work. Especially you."

His gaze travelled back to the ticket teller, and he saw she had a small tattoo of a rattlesnake around her neck. He recognized that symbol from anywhere. "Dammit Ashe, why do you have to be so business-savvy and run the goddamn saloon?"

"Now, we could do this the easy way," one if the gang members said. "The money, in exchange for a ticket. You'd be outta the country in a week."

He bit back a smartass reply of, "That's how capitalism works, sugar," and instead focused on the last part. "Outta the country in a week... No wonder Hanzo's so eager to get a ticket."

At the thought of the Asian, he looked around. To his dismay, he was nowhere in sight. "Target's been lost," he thought, imagining all the harsh swears Reyes would throw at him when he found out.

McCree heard a click from the gun and knew it'd been cocked. "Do we have ourselves a deal?"

Before the southerner could answer, a blue arrow soared past his head. He heard a cry from behind him and felt the gun leave his temple. Quickly, he torn the gun out of Deadlock member's hand and ducked under cover. The other three were frantically trying to figure out where the arrow came from, as was Jesse. The cowboy soon noticed something on the top of the ticket booth and he couldn't help but grin.

He watched as another arrow soared right into one's chest, and how panicked the two remaining members got. The girl from the ticket window finally caught sight of Hanzo and went to shoot.

In a panic, the brunet fired at her. He wasn't sure what he hit, but she went down immediately. Looking around, he noticed the last guy was running away. He couldn't help but smile at their success.

The archer jumped down from the roof and landed in a crouch. Before McCree could say anything, he bent down and pulled a strand of tickets out of her pocket. He ripped off two and started to walk off. He spared a glance in the other's direction. "Are you coming or not, cowman?"

Like a puppy who hadn't seen its owner in a while, Jesse hurried after him. When he made it to Hanzo's side, the ravenet shook his head. "So much for a bodyguard..." he said as the train whistle blew.

"Wh- Hey! I saved yer life, thank you very much!" The American protested. If he hadn't known any better, he could've sworn he heard the Shimada chuckle as the train pulled up.