Backwater. Sheep pasture. Lost Cowboy.

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Mrs. McCree: //Jack, is Jesse with you?//

Jack: *sighting along a paintball gun sights* Nope. Try Reinhardt's.

Mrs. McCree: //He's not there.//

Jack: *shoots an ogress in the rear and then books it* Black Dog?

Mrs. McCree: //Nope.//

Jack: *just shot the ogress in the face, oops!* Poppy's Place?

Mrs. McCree: //Nope!//

Jack: *running from the ogress, the living doll just popped up and made him look like he wet himself with neon pink. Grunt* Idiot's got his phone off?

Mrs. McCree: //Yup.//

Jack: Gleam? *oh crud, samurai... ouch. Paintballs sting*

Gleam: He's not in the backwater. *snerk*

Jack: Not funny. *frowns and calls a halt as he stops. Watches his squad gather around him* New exercise. We have to find an idiot.

Ana the ogress: Which one?

Jack: McCree. *tells them what Mrs. McCree and Gleam told him*

Jazzdolly: No prob, man. *takes out a wish* I wish I knew where our buddy McCree's at.

Jack: *face palm*

blue sparkles: *show an image of McCree working with a knee high paint horse, his attention going to a little purple twi'lek girl from time to time as the child gives him pointers*

Jazzdolly: Oh. He's in some pocket reality with Violet.

Jack: *frowns as he watches* Didn't know Violet knew about horses.

Jazzdolly: Yeah, man. She does mini rodeo.

Jack: Huh. *calls Mrs. McCree* Found 'im. He's playing with one of Aoife's kids.

Mrs. McCree: *sound of exasperated relief* //He's usually good at letting me know things.//

Jazzdolly: Yeah, but he just gotta plain phone. He might not realize he's got no reception.

Mrs. McCree: //...Right. Oops. Thanks, guys.//

Jack: *grunts and hangs up. And then yelps as most his squad members choose to shoot him*