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denofthebeastShe'd hacked for three days straight to catch him - Port Authorities, camera feeds, vehicle black boxes, you name it. Jesse McCree was a man who didn't want to be found by anyone and after having been trained by Blackwatch operatives, she understood why Talon put her on this job. Kind of a shame really - she'd always admired how hard he tried to live his life on his own terms. However it was her neck on the chopping block, so in the end, she made sure of his capture. Talon broke him down after a few weeks of interrogations and a few days of violating the Geneva convention, and then they built him again. She'd been the one who moved his file from elimination to conditioning to keep him alive; a half-life rather than nothing at all.
Sorry, Vaquero.
Despite her curiosity, she hadn't had the stomach to keep an eye on him in the beginning of his recovery. Dodging Reaper was a problem, she hadn't expected him to flip quite so badly when he found out that 'Agent Deadeye' existed, Sombra suspected that if he learned too quickly that she'd had a hand in McCree's conversion she'd catch a shotgun blast for the trouble. Time healed everything it seemed and by the time Deadeye had been cleared for fieldwork, things were almost...normal.
Which is why Sombra is owlishly watching "Deadeye" clean his revolver.
"Que onda?" she offers, leaning against the nearby wall.
Sorry, Vaquero.
Despite her curiosity, she hadn't had the stomach to keep an eye on him in the beginning of his recovery. Dodging Reaper was a problem, she hadn't expected him to flip quite so badly when he found out that 'Agent Deadeye' existed, Sombra suspected that if he learned too quickly that she'd had a hand in McCree's conversion she'd catch a shotgun blast for the trouble. Time healed everything it seemed and by the time Deadeye had been cleared for fieldwork, things were almost...normal.
Which is why Sombra is owlishly watching "Deadeye" clean his revolver.
"Que onda?" she offers, leaning against the nearby wall.
