With a click, Hanzo secured his quiver, bow, and travel bag. He took a few minutes, making sure he had everything he needed. Once satisfied, Hanzo left his room and proceeded down the quiet hall. Most of the members, he thought, were asleep, so he met no one along the way. Leaving the main building, Hanzo watched the sun rising over the edge of the ocean waters, turning them a pale orange-red. It reminded him of some sense of peace he had at the estate.

Hanzo didn’t take too long to reach his destination. A familiar form leaned beside the door of the hangar bay. It was his brother.

“Yo.“ Genji said, lifting his hand in greeting. His hood pulled down, face plate removed to show his scarred face parted by a smile.

“Didn’t expect you to see me off.“ Hanzo replied, returning with a small smile.

Genji chuckled. “It’s my brother’s first mission here. It’s the least I can do. Right?“

“I can handle it, but I…appreciate the gesture.“

“I know. This is the thing you were always good at when we were younger. Still, watch your back out there.“

“I will.“ Hanzo felt awkward just saying that. So he attempted a joke. “Don’t get into trouble while I’m out.“

“No promises.“ Genji chuckled again and guided Hanzo through the automatic door. “I’ll see you when you get back.“

Inside the hangar, Winston was talking to Lena. Lena or Tracer was their resident pilot, who also was one of the original members. Hanzo had first met her when she had flown him to Gibraltar. Not that Hanzo truly minded her, but the smaller woman was too loud for his liking.

“The man of the hour has arrived.“ Lena said with a hardy laugh.

“Ah, Hanzo.“ Winston said. “I was making sure everything was prepared.“

With a nod, he acknowledged the comment, but Hanzo said nothing.

“Here is your communicator. It can contact me and Lena with the codes I provided in the mission report.“

“Understood.“ Hanzo said.

“One more thing. It’s probably a tall order for her to even be alive. But if you find Amari during the mission, give her this.“ Winston placed a small package the size of Hanzo’s palm in his hand. “It might help convince her I sent you.“

Hanzo nodded, putting it into his bag. Admittedly, curiosity scratched at the back of his mind, but it wasn’t something to disturb.

“I’ll get him there in one piece, big guy, don’t you worry.“ Lena said, waving from the shuttle door as Hanzo boarded.

“God-speed you two.“ Winston said to himself. He gave a salute as the shuttle made its ascent into the morning sky.

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“Here’s where I drop you off. If anything happens, you can contact me.“ Lena said. She glanced over at Hanzo, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat. “I’ll be there in a jiffy. ”

Hanzo got up from his seat and noticed she had her hand out. He took it, shaking briefly. “Thank you.“

“Be careful out there. The gangs are pretty rough. Especially the anti-omnic ones. Though I guess you’ve fought worse than thugs.“ Lena scratched the back of her head.

“I can handle myself.“ Hanzo replied. He realized it came out more harshly than intended. So he internally sighed before continuing. The jet lag mixed with her extroverted nature left him drained of patience. “You must go to your secure location to make sure there is no unwanted attention. I will head to my safe house.“

“Right.“ Lena said with a tired chuckle. “See you in a couple of days if all else goes well.“

He nodded and walked off the shuttle, leaving Lena to shut the door and prepare for takeoff. Hanzo took in a deep breath, the cool night air refreshing him. Then he made his way off towards the lights of the town.

Hanzo walked through the streets of Dorado. This part of the town was less filled with anti-omnic graffiti. Most of the people were too busy with the festival a few blocks over to notice him, even with a bow. He was thankful to have learned to blend in at an early age. Though he still had the feeling of someone tracking him. After making a few roundabouts, Hanzo came across a Japanese takeout restaurant down the back street he turned down on. Its sakura blossom sign glowing against the dark. With a casual glance around, Hanzo went in. The smells hit him with nostalgia. Inside, there was a single customer in the corner and a female designed omnic at the counter. She glanced at Hanzo, studying him and waited for him to come over.

“What do you want to order?“ She asked in Japanese.

“An order of takoyaki and tea.“ Hanzo said. Hanzo placed the money on the counter, along with a small piece of paper. On it was a dragon intertwined with a red lotus. “In the room with a view.“

The omnic took the paper and money. She nodded at the customer, who got up, opening a back door behind the wall divider. “Enjoy the view, sir.“

Hanzo made his way through the door, hearing it lock behind him. He continued on up the flight of stairs to a sliding door. Hanzo slid it open, closing it after entering. He slipped off his weapon and bag, along with his jacket. Exhausted from the flight, he could do with a shower. After a quick cleanup, he walked back out into the center room, dressed in a robe.

“Hello nephew.“

He opened his eyes to see a tall Japanese woman sitting on the desk, smoking. “Hello aunt.“ Hanzo said, laying the towel around his shoulders.

Akari Hisano was in her seventies and still running her underground organization. People had learned the hard way of underestimating her. Her black hair hung past her bare shoulders as the long kimono she wore dragged softly on the wooden floor. She sucked on a long cigarette and let out the smoke in a curl, holding up a bottle. “I brought sake. You look like you need a drink.“

“I could. My pilot is quite…talkative.“ He made himself comfortable on the sofa.“Anyway, I didn’t think you’d be in Dorado. I feel you knew I was going to be here.“

Akari let out a laugh and poured two cups. “I have my little birds that will sing for me.“

“Mostly using resources to get intel from Overwatch.“ Hanzo said, taking the sake cup that she offered.

“It’s a mutual agreement for the resources I provide. Nothing that would compromise your new little group of friends.“ Akari said, sitting in the chair next to him.

“I’d hardly call them friends at this point. That is more Genji’s thing.“ Hanzo scoffed. He took a long sip after looking at the pale liquid.

“You give yourself too little credit.“ Akari raised an eyebrow at Hanzo’s scoff but let it go. “Speaking of your brother, how is he? How goes the reconciling?“

Hanzo paused, taking his time to think. All things considered, he and Genji had been getting on better standing. Even if there had to be more effort on his part. It took him a long time to accept what had become of Genji after Hanzo thought he had killed his younger brother. “He’s doing well. Seeing him interact with his old comrades is strange. He’s grown so much since our childhood. As for our reconciliation…I think it is going well. Most of the time I do not know if I’m doing any of this correctly. I haven’t been a perfect brother to him.“

“Better to try and fail than to never take the step at all.“ Akari said, pushing a few strands out of Hanzo’s face. “You have that second chance most don’t get.“

“I don’t need to get sentimental before a job.“

Akari sighed. Despite him being correct about his need to focus on the task, she hated that he still bottled everything up. She knew he had made significant progress in the past couple of years, but the trauma caused by his clan wouldn’t leave easily. And most likely never fully. Sojiro was a fool for what he did to his sons. Before she could say anything, there was a knock at the door.

“Hisano-sama, the meal is ready to be served.“

“Come in.“ Akari said as the door slid open to reveal a young woman holding a tray of various foods. “You may leave it on the table and let us be.“

With a curt nod, the woman did as she was told. She blushed faintly at seeing Hanzo before leaving. 

Then Akari continued. “Let us eat. In the morning, I shall give you everything that might aid in your mission.“