"Nautilus," Jesse whistled, long and low. The name didn't sound familiar. During all his travels with Overwatch and on the road as a bounty hunter, nowhere like Nautilus had been mentioned.

"Luckily, I ain't got any fancy powers. Jus' me, my Peacekeeper, and some sharp shooting," McCree said, jutting out a hip to pat the gun holstered to his side, "Magic, huh? Knew those Shimada brothers an' their fancy dragons were on to somethin'."