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"Everyone shut up and sit down." A grizzled voice demanded, catching the attention of the four already in the room.
Jack Morrison-Soldier 76- closed the door none-too-lightly and the resulting bang was enough to quiet any chatter that remained after his demand.
They were in a conference room, underground but spacious. Smooth steel-grey panels lined most of the walls, as well as many holographic screens in bright orange and blue, though their glow was drowned out by the heavy florescent lights bearing down from the ceiling. A large oval table filled most of the floor space, with a projection set-up installed in the middle. Most of the chairs around the table were tucked in neatly, though a few scattered ones had been disrupted by the room's occupants.

Lena Oxton, hair spiked up as usual and her bomber jacket zipped over her uniform, cut out mid-laugh at the interruption and muffled a few more giggles behind her hand as she slid off from her seat onto the table into an actual chair.

The chronal accelerator usually strapped to her chest lay on the table near the projector, keeping her anchored to the present with its blue glow.
Nearly fully armored in white plates sculpted to the shape of human muscle, Genji was as normal with the exception of the plate usually across his face and the swords at his back. They all lay beside the chronal accelerator, leaving his marred face and sharp eyes revealed to the others in the room. He was leaning against one of the walls, arms folded and one leg balanced on the toe behind the other.

Angela Ziegler had a teasing smile on her face, her wings without the orange feather-like projections at the moment. She was sitting at the table, at a bit of an angle on the chair to keep her wings off the back of it. Her attention turned to Jack quickly, waiting with the intent to finish up the discussion later.

"Howdy, Jack. A greetin' may have been nice." Jesse McCree smiled easily, his chair tilted onto its back legs and his feet resting on top of the table. His cowboy hat was worn low over his eyes and a small stream of smoke drifted out from under it, caused by the lit cigar in his mouth.

Jack glared at the former outlaw. "Greetings are a luxury for people that don't treat their workplace like their own coffee table."
Instead of removing his feet, McCree simply shrugged the comment off with a "Fair point."

"I gather you've sent for us to send us on a mission, correct?" Angela prompted before the misconduct could into conflict of some kind.
Jack nodded once, his silver hair and the mask over his flashing a bit in the bright lighting. "Yes. We've received word that Talon is going to make a push in Egypt, there is some important information stored in a base under the Temple of Anubis outside Cairo. You four are going to go intercept them and protect that intelligence. I'd send a bigger team but you're all I can spare since we're stretched so thin. Make it work, you know the consequences otherwise." Everyone present gave some form of acknowledgement, a tip of a hat or a nod. "One last thing. Talon may have a new high-threat individual. I've been informed that Widowmaker has been seen conversing with another assassin, though there weren't any specific details. Be on the lookout. Any other information you'll need is in the files that were just delivered to you. Move out, team. Don't get yourselves killed."

It was as close to a good luck as Jack would ever give them, and the Overwatch agents started to gather their belongings quickly. It was clear they were leaving soon, likely immediately.

"What sorta crazy person uses a bow and arrow nowadays?!" McCree's voice came on over the comm and Genji stopped in his tracks, his skidding kicking up a bit of the sand beneath him.

Lena's chuckle followed. "You're the one in a cowboy get-up, love."

Genji looked around him, the fountain he was near had a number of boxy buildings, some with domed roofs, surrounding it, with a lot of tarps and the like shadowing the area from the blistering sun. The small town provided living spaces for the archeologists uncovering the temple and surrounding tombs, as well as their families and the workers for the hidden facilities under the temple in excavated rooms. The smallest glint caught Genji's eye and he dove, tackling Doctor Ziegler, Mercy as she was known in the field, behind the fountain as a small burst of wood and shrapnel exploded behind them with a blue flash. "Angela! Stay down, keep to cover." Genji instructed, repeating the instructions over their comm to the others before he dashed out from the fountain and scaled the nearest wall with ease, emerging on a rooftop with a fair view of the surrounding area. It was tall, and looked over a small collection of boxy buildings and an impressive view of the ancient sand-worn temple.

At least the grand archway flanked by statues and obelisks that reflected ancient Egyptian architecture, all in white stone turned brown by the desert sands.
Genji scanned the area, knowing the archer had been where he stood moments before.

When an arrow whizzed past his face and into the wall behind him he had a direction and leapt off the roof onto a shorter square one, running towards the arrow's origin. He was glad his cybernetic suit regulated temperature, he could tell it would be blistering on his artificial nerves without.

"-nk Reaper's here! I saw that black cloud he turns into!" Genji heard Tracer over the comm, though he was still intent on the archer. The others could hold their own, and it had to, HAD to be Hanzo sending the arrows their way. His brother was here, allied with Talon. With terrorists.
Another arrow lodged itself in the Coleman beside Genji and he followed its trajectory, one thought penetrating his haste to get to his brother: Hanzo was not aiming to kill. He'd seen his brother shoot, and unless the gourd-turned-flask he kept at his waist all the time had finally addled some things, Hanzo would never hit so wide from his target.

Pausing at a stone doorway that led into a dim room lit by archeological lights, Genji caught the sound of footsteps and moved in, ignoring the cracked sandstone and leaping up a wall with no regard for the stairs until he saw his target running for the exit, though with an almost instant burst of speed Genji cut off that escape and finally looked his brother in the eyes.

Hanzo had changed. Visually, at least. He wore a thick brown coat with a stiff collar and many pockets. His quiver strung over the right shoulder. It was modern, functional clothing, and it seemed he'd abandoned the traditional garb he'd worn when Genji last saw him a few years prior when visiting the shrine in their childhood home. He'd been honoring the brother he beloved he'd killed, and the loneliness Genji had seen Hanzo wear there was almost more prominent now.

Also gone was his long hair, at least the sides of it. The top part of his hair remained tied back in a bun, Hanzo was now sporting an undercut, his short beard was trimmed, the little wing-like tufts in front of his ears gone, and Genji noticed the glint of piercings on the bridge of his nose and around his ears. His distinct scythe of bangs still fell down in front of his face, one of few things unchanged.

The transformation was surprising, Hanzo had always tended to keep his appearance aligned with conservative, and somewhat traditional customs. To see him now with shaved parts of his head and earrings was a shock, though not an unflattering one.

Acknowledging he wasn't going anywhere, Hanzo's expression was grim and proud. He had an arrow drawn and aimed at Genji's head, though he made no move to escape or free it.

"Hanzo, it is good to see you." Genji said gently, switching naturally into his native tongue. "Though, I was under the impression your aim was better than that."

"My aim is as it should be." Hanzo said firmly, in Japanese as well. His grey eyes narrowed at Genji's helmet in the low-ceilinged room. "I was merely accessing you."

"Of course." Without warning Genji lifted one of his legs in front of the other and then sank down onto the stone floor, his legs crossed and both hands resting on his thighs.

Hanzo scoffed, adjusting his aim to compensate. "I can't even tell if you're looking at me."

It was true, the visor over Genji's face obscured his eyes behind a glowing green 'v'. "Do you want to know?" That v was pointed up towards Hanzo's face, and Genji ignored the drawn arrow right beside it. "Or is it easier to see me as the machine you now claim me to be? I've noticed you refuse to even say my name."

"I've told you before," Hanzo growled, not missing a beat. "My brother is dead."

"I suppose that depends on how you define it. I have changed. My body is different now, though I still have a pulse. And I am more at peace than I ever have been, so I act less frivolously. But I am still Genji." The cyborg's speech was met with silence. "You've changed as well, Hanzo. Though you should know that no amount of shaving it off will hide the grey in your hair."

"It was never a matter of appearance..." Hanzo muttered, his eyes shifting slightly for less than a second.

Genji noticed the small device in his ear, and deduced Hanzo was being spoken to and chuckled, bringing the other man's attention back to him. "Yet you come here looking like a rebellious teenager infatuated with punk music."

The accusation was met with only more silence, Hanzo obviously listening to his comm or lost for a response.

"You should sit with me, Brother." Genji invited, the spitting image of his absent master.

"You fool. There is fighting outside and an arrow pointed at your face."

"I believe my team will be fine. Myself included. We brought along an excellent doctor."

"Are you mocking me?"

"No, brother. I only wish to talk with you."
Hanzo's hand tightened on his bow, the tension in the room just as strong as that in the bow. "You actually trust them?"

"With my life. Over and over." Genji confirmed, almost eerie in his stillness. "They we're glad to welcome me, as they would be to welcome you, Hanzo."
The elder's eyes shifted for a moment again, then slowly he lowered himself onto his knees and then sat in seiza, his bow resting just to the side and the arrow returned to its sheath.

"How many more years must pass before you forgive yourself?" Genji pressed, his voice soft. "I forgave you long ago, brother. And there would be no greater pleasure than fighting alongside you again. Overwatch needs allies, and you could make your name greater than even the Demon's." Genji was referencing 'Demon Hanzo,' a samurai remembered as a hero and known for his fearlessness in battle, as well as much more, being Hanzo Shimada's namesake a small thing on that list. His eyes distant, his hands in loose fists in his thighs, Hanzo seemed lost in deep thought. Genji gave him a moment before going on. "You mourn your brother and you mourn your honor, but it is within your power to reclaim both."

Finally Hanzo looked up. Silence fell once more, but Genji had learned patience, and eventually his brother spoke. "Perhaps," Hanzo said quietly, his expression still hardened, "It is time to try."

Genji smiled beneath his visor. "Then come with me."

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