[That dull thud sounded a lot heavier than it should have, and McCree stares at him pointedly like he knows 76 knows McCree knows he should have caught it. He opens his mouth but it's overshadowed by the poignant crush of glass. McCree shuts his mouth and frowns, busing himself with Miguel knowing his pistol-whip wasn't going to keep him knocked out all night. The cowboy grumbles to himself while he mulls on the series of incidents that, alone, are nothing really to think of but strung together start to arouse the suspicion that 76 might be hiding an Achilles heel. Normally he'd not make it his business or care, but if it's one that could potentially handicap them both if not addressed proper, then he's going to make it his business.
McCree's so into his perturbed musing he doesn't realize he's probably tied Miguel up a little too tight. (He's a cowboy, he's got rope, of course he's got rope). Oh well.
He fishes Miguel's wallet out one more time and catches up to 76, holding it out to show. He's found something that needs proper addressing.]
Hey, what do you make of this?
[Presented is Miguel's wallet, and what McCree points to is a discount card to a local grocery store. Literally nothing important on it. What is, is the fact it's full of small 6-pt sized font.]
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McCree's so into his perturbed musing he doesn't realize he's probably tied Miguel up a little too tight. (He's a cowboy, he's got rope, of course he's got rope). Oh well.
He fishes Miguel's wallet out one more time and catches up to 76, holding it out to show. He's found something that needs proper addressing.]
Hey, what do you make of this?
[Presented is Miguel's wallet, and what McCree points to is a discount card to a local grocery store. Literally nothing important on it. What is, is the fact it's full of small 6-pt sized font.]