Fandom Black Watch Retribution

[DapperCharmer2.0]

McCree knew this was a mistake. Him leading a team? He hadn't done anything like that since he'd been a part of The Deadlock Gang; even then Ashe had done most of the real leading. McCree knew he wasn't the kind who could lead a team, certainly not Blackwatch; which was another bad idea. Telling Jack that, as McCree found, was a useless effort. Despite how Blackwatch had practically ruined Overwatch, Jack continued to argue that the problem had lay with people like Gabriel and Moira. Jack had used a lotta other fancy talk'n to justify the decision to bring back Blackwatch; which had been enough to get McCree go with his leader. Though he'd adamantly told Jack that he would complain the whole time; Jack had just laughed and thanked McCree agreeing to the job.

So now McCree was here, standing in the main hall of the Blackwatch operations building, waiting for his new team. He'd been surprised when Jack told him that it was still here and not demolished. Despite having left Blackwatch on the...not so best of terms...McCree still felt a bit of nostalgia for this place; it was just as he remembered. Having only read the files on these recruits, McCree was both eager and nervous to meet them for the first time. A world class art thief, an explosive obsesionist, a medically savy mercenary, and an enigma. Throw in a grizzled cowboy and that made for a very....unique team. Still, Jack had hand picked them. So, McCree just had to trust that good 'ol 76 knew what he was doing.


Looking down at his watch, McCree knew that they'd be here any minute. In fact, he heard the feint sound of approaching feet. He took a deep breath, "here we go, Blackwatch take two."

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[PlusUltra]

The soft sound of squeaking and padded feet would slowly grow ever closer to the meeting hall, followed by somewhat hurried steps of another "Cheddar come back! Its just a few small adjustments to your paylo.......oh hi" A short girl buried in an oversized hoody would suddenly emerge around the corner with what looks like an oversized novelty plush rodent. Waving with what looked to be a strange device with yellow LED's she would instead quickly conceal the device within the large front pocket and scan around those present. Her attention however was drawn quickly to Morrigan as she spoke before immediately honing in on Mcree"Huh wait did she say....Oh wait is that the same guy who did that awesome route 66 train stunt? Are we really going to get to blow up stuff like that here?! "

Her young voice had quickly gained an incredible amount of excitement, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet with clenched hands while the plush creature was making a similar motion "Ths is so going to be better than back home, I knew i made the right call by not triggering those....oh with this fancy place what sort of tech do we get to play with? Is there a Lab? Jetfuel? Azidoazide Azide?" looking around as her excitement grew "Oh wait if this is that Watch thing, Does that mean there's that dwarf too? or the Hamster and Monkey?"

 

[KaigerGalaxy]

Declan stood looking at the operations building, a million thoughts going through his mind. The main thought, though, was that he was finally on a new chapter of his life. He let out a sigh and shouldered his bag as the transport vehicle drove off. Guess it was time to follow the crowd. The man caught up with the other recruits, noticing one was already much farther ahead. Declan felt like the most bland-looking of the group, his outfit only one color, especially compared to the mouse-girl.

As he entered the main hall, Declan made a note of his surroundings, making a mental map as to not get lost later. Standing 2 meters away from his leader, Declan dropped to one knee with one arm across his stomach and the other behind his back. It was something he had learned from the occasional military convoys that would drive through, though everyone else would simply bow. Either way, Declan saw this as more respectful.

"Declan Novak of Suriname, sir," he stated clearly, head bowed. First impressions are everything, so make them count, his grandmother had said. She always made sure that Declan was a gentleman to the higher-ups despite his clear distaste for the police where he lived. They were rude and harsh, but he listened to his Gama.

He ignored the ramblings of the mouse-themed recruit that he'd be working with, staying as he was.