A Deal with Sombra

"How long was I asleep?" Echo asked, looking up at the sun in the sky.

"Too long," McCree sighed.

Only then did Echo notice William beside McCree. "Who is this?"

"He's a new member of Overwatch," McCree said, barely holding back a laugh. "You can call him Spray-Paint Hero."

"No, William is fine," William quickly said.

"Hello, William. I'm Echo," Echo said with a smile.

Echo noticed McCree's mechanical left arm and asked, "What happened?"

Before she had gone to sleep, McCree's hand had still been intact. But now, it was obvious that after losing his arm, he had fitted himself with a new mechanical one.

So the question was, how exactly had McCree lost his arm?

Before he joined Overwatch, his left arm had been perfectly fine. Later, after he joined Blackwatch, it had still been there during the Venice Uprising. In other words, his arm should have been fine right up until he left Overwatch.

After all, Overwatch had been disbanded because of the explosion at Overwatch headquarters. Perhaps the mystery of McCree's lost arm was connected to that explosion.

Of course, William thought McCree might have simply jerked off six times in a row and ruined his left hand, or maybe Genji had deflected High Noon and broken it. Ahem.

"We'll talk about that story later," McCree said seriously. "I received a call. They want to rebuild the team, but compared to me, I think they need you more."

With that, McCree put on his hat and prepared to leave. Echo thought for a moment before asking, "Jesse, wait. What are you going to do?"

"I still have some things to deal with. You go back to headquarters first." McCree put a cigarette between his lips. "William, let's go. I'll buy you a drink."

McCree climbed onto