No One's POV:

Charlotte train station is one of the busiest and most influential in the southern United States. It is a central hub for rail and transportation. It is the most vital hub in the Southern US, and it could take anyone anywhere in the Continental US.

Yn steps into the transit hub. He wore a dark green weather jacket, blue jeans, and dark brown hiking boots. He had a small backpack full of supplies on his back. Maps, water, dry food, stuff that he would need to survive for as long as possible.

He took what little money he had left and gave it to the ticker.

Ticket Master: Anywhere in particular your heading sir?

Yn: Out West.

Ticket Master: Well. I have spots for Dallas, Tulsa, and Kansas City.

Yn: Anything towards the West Coast?

The girl looks at her screen for a few moments before looking back at him.

Ticket Master: I have one heading toward San Fransico.

Yn: That will do.

She nods and prints out a ticket. She then hands it to him.

Ticket Master: Have a nice trip, sir.

Yn nods and gently takes the ticket from her. He then starts heading towards the terminals. There were dozens of trains heading all across the United States. From heavy freight carrying tons of goods to civilian liners. Yn walked towards the section that housed the civilian liners... He hated doing this.

He hated that he had to go on the run. He didn't have any other choice. Lisbon changed everything. Talon was going to stop at nothing to get their hands on him. He knew that they were low, but placing a fucking bomb underneath a stage and hu--

He stops himself, he looks over his shoulder back towards the massive golden doors of the station... He wanted to go back so bad... To be back by her side... He shakes his head and heads back towards the line.

The massive grey bullet trains glide into the station. Its sleek grey frame was one of the newest to come into the station and cut a trip across the country in only half a day.

The doors slide open letting the people get off and back on. Yn tightens his grip on his bag and sighs... He then begins walking towards the train... Little did he know... He was being watched... Being hunted.

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Watchpoint Gibraltar: 1230hrs

The room was silent. Light filled the air as gently hit the figure resting in the bed. Her eyes begin to flutter open. Her vision comes back to her...

??: Angela?

The good doctor looks over and sees Pharah walking over to her, a wave of relief washing over her face.

Pharah: الحمد لله

She gently bends down and hugs her.

Pharah: The Doctors said you had a light concussion and some bruises. Other than that you're going to be alright.

Angela: Where is he?

Pharah freezes when she asks that question... She pulls back and has a sad look on her face.

Pharah: He's... He's gone, Angela.

Angela's eyes widen with horror.

Pharah: After the attack, Talon had issued a worldwide bounty for his recapture... 50 million...

Angela: No...

Pharah: He left... He took the jet and took off. Winston has been trying to track him down but he shut of the GPS tracker before we could get a signal on him. The last thing we got was that he was heading to the States.

Water begins to fill Mercy's eyes... She wanted to scream, cry out that the one person that she had grown to care for so much had left...

Angela: Why... Why does this always happen? Warum?

Pharah looks down and sees the tears spilling down her face.

Angela: Jeder, der mir wichtig ist ... geht ... Warum?

She gently grabbed her chest and tried to hold back but the floodgates were opening. Pharah quickly holds her as Angela spills out her pain onto the bed.

Pharah: As much as I want to punch him... He did it because he cared about us. You didn't see him... He flung himself to make sure you got the best care possible... He blames himself.

Angela stops and looks up at her.

Pharah: I don't know what happened to him in Rome... But he's adapted. His reflexes, strength, speed... All doubled if not more... I assume Talon figured this out well. That's why they want him back so badly.

Angela: For what? For some sick science experiments!

Pharah: I don't know... But for whatever reason they wanted him back badly. Enough to put a massive bounty on his head.

Angela: So... Everyone mercenary is after him now... Lieber Gott... Bitte beschütze ihn.

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Somewhere in the Midwest:

The bullet train speeds over the grassy plains of the Midwest. It had only taken a few hours for Yn to leave the East Coast and make it towards the Great Plains. He wasn't going to let his guard down no matter what. He was about to get out of his seat when there was a loud boom that came from the front of the train.

Passengers looked up to see what the hell was going on. Screams and panic was coming from the front. The door to the next car opens and a conductor steps through it and quickly shuts the door.

Conductor: Ladies and Gentlemen we have armed intruders on the Train. I need you to remain calm and please stay s-

The Conductor didn't get to finish his sentence as the door behind him blew open. Three operatives all bearing Talon markings burst out, armed with SMGS.

Talon: Spread out and find him.

Yn grits his teeth and slowly reaches for the pistol in his bag, he wasn't dumb enough to not be packing heat. He reaches for the combat pistol and silently wracks a round into the chamber... He then shoots up.

He fires three quick bursts. All hitting the center mass of the Talon targets. They scream and hit the floor of the train with a loud thud. Yn quickly moves from his seat and makes sure that they are down.

Yn: Everyone stays down.

Yn kneels down and nabs an SMG from one of the dead Talon Agents. He rummages around for as much ammo as he can from the belts. He stuffs them into his jacket and flicks a new magazine into the weapon. He moves towards the door where the chaos is coming from. The door slid open and more Talon agents were standing at the end of the doorway. Yn moves towards an open seat motioning for people to stay down.

The Talon agents hadn't noticed him yet so Yn was creeping up as best he can. The door behind them opens spooking the agents.

Talon: What the fu--

Six shots ring out, slamming into the heads of the mercs. They crumpled to the floor like paper before they could even reach up to shoot at the intruder.

??: You can come out now stranger.

Yn peers around the corner to see a light coming from the shadows. A man steps out... Cigar in mouth and smoking gun in hand.



Yn's eyes widen... Jesse McCree was on board smoking Talon agents.

Yn: McCree?

The Cowboy gave the man a confused look.

McCree: You know me, partner?

Yn: Kinda? Look long story that we can save for another time. Right now we got to make sure Talon doesn't kill anyone.

McCree lets out a puff of smoke from his cigar.

McCree: On that, we can agree on. They're looking for something in the back of the train.

Yn: Right. Let's move.

Jesse nods and starts stroding towards him, moving over the dead agents and towards Yn. Yn pulls back his hood and moves to the door. As Jesse got closer he could see that Yn was the man that was all over the wanted posters.

McCree: You must be the man that everyone's been raving all over the underground for.

Yn: Well when Talon wants you back for science experiments they'll do anything to get them back.

Yn moves to the door, and his black eyes flicker. The walls thin out and sees white silhouettes at the very back side of the train.

Yn: I count five.

McCree: How do you even know before we even get through the door.

Yn: It's kinda my thing... One, Two, Three-

Yn rips open the door and sprints through, spraying bullets down and hitting three. He sprints behind a luggage bin.

Talon: Shit!

The agents open up trying to hit him. McCree comes in a second later and snaps two down.

McCree: Get down everybody!

He fires with his revolver and dives into an open seat. An older woman is cowering behind the seat not trying to get hit by the bullets or ricochetted.

Agent: McCree! Is that you!? I swear to god I'm going to k--

The lights went dark in the train, and the train was speeding through a hollowed hill. The agent's visor flicks on but it quickly flicks out as Yn is upon him. He puts his gun underneath his helmet and pulls the trigger.

The agent falls down to the ground motionless.

The lights flicker back on and McCree pops out.

McCree: We'll Ill be. You got some moves on you.

McCree holsters his weapon and walks over towards Yn. Yn looks up towards the door and sees that it is open. There was a strange purple glow coming from the cargo hold. McCree moves in first and sees the glowing box.

McCree: Any recon on what this is?

Yn: No.

McCree: Fine by me.

McCree moves to the door and opens it. He then grabs the box and kicks it out. A dozen or so blacked-out helicopters were above but quickly changed position towards the box that was now tumbling down the hill. McCree then slams the door shut.

McCree: If it keeps them out of our way they fine by it.

Yn: Won't that cause problems down the line?

McCree: Yeah. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

McCree drops his old cigar and reaches into his pocket. He grabs a new one and lights it.

McCree: So... What's your name stranger?

Yn: Yn... Yn Ln.

A smile creeps onto the cowboy's face.

McCree: Yn... Follow me.

Jesse moves back towards the passenger area. All the passengers look up at the two mercs with fear and gratitude. The conductor steps forward.

Conductor: S-sir we'll be rerouted to Houston in three minutes. The local authorities are wanting to have a word with you.

McCree: Well I'm not going to stick around for that. Tell them what really happened here...

McCree then looks at Yn.

McCree: I assume they're going to say the same thing to you. So what do you say Yn...

Yn looked at the cowboy who had a smile on his face... He was the only one that wasn't going to bullshit him.