The muggy heat of Idaho was unbearable to everyone except Jesse, who seemed to thrive on the warmth. He took a deep drag from his cigarillo and breathed it out with a satisfied sigh.
"How can you stand this heat?" Lena said with a wave of her hands, fanning herself furiously.
"Darlin' I grew up in New Mexico, and let me tell you, this ain't nothing," McCree said with another drag of his cigar.
Hanzo just shook his head and turned to look out across the empty farm land.
"Where is this informant?" He said, holding his hand over his eyes to see.
"He's supposed to be around here somewhere," Lucio answered. He also seemed unbothered by the oppressive heat.
There was a pause between the group, where they all examined their surroundings.
"There," Angela pointed to the horizon where a cloud of dust followed a motorcycle that roared down the lonely road.
"Who exactly is this informant Angie?" McCree asked, getting a bad feeling from the whole situation. He'd already thought it strange that the informant wanted to meet in an open field in the middle of Idaho. They'd all shown up in a carrier plane, the driver, of course was Lena, it was too obvious and out in the open for McCree to be comfortable. He'd voiced his concerns, but Angela had said that this was the only way she would meet them.
The girl pulled up and pulled off her helmet, revealing a messy curly ponytail. Her skin was a dark chocolate brown and her eyes were a bright, eerie blue, she also had a dark red headband wrapped around her forehead. She stared at each of them in kind, but her gaze lingered on Hanzo and McCree.
"My name is Tendaji," she said with a nod, "I have this information that you seek. However, I urge you to return to your base and wait to give the information until next week."
"Why?" Lena asked.
Tendaji paused and hesitated, "There is an ambush waiting for you on the way to the base."
"And how do you know that, little lady?" McCree asked, flicking his hat to look at the girl more closely. She couldn't be much older than Hana.
"I can see the future," She answered simply. "And read minds."
Everyone except Angela looked surprised.
"You can see the future and read people's minds? Cool!" Lena exclaimed.
Tendaji nodded, "I can also see the past. Far into the past if I concentrate. I would never do so without permission though," her eyes fixed on Hanzo as if she was looking through him. Their eyes locked and they seemed to come to this strange, silent, agreement.
Jesse frowned and looked between his lover and the girl.
"Hey Hanzo, you okay?" He asked placing his hand on the archer's shoulder.
"I am fine," he said with a wave of his hand. "I believe her, we should bring the information back to Gibraltr."
McCree started in surprise. His lover was not usually so quick to trust.
Lena clapped Tendaji on the back and laughed, "Well, you're welcome to come with us," she paused and glanced at Angela, "She is right?"
"She risked her very life to get this information. The least we can do is give you a place to stay," she said.
For the first time Tendaji looked uncomfortable, "It is really not necessary."
This time Jesse was the one to clap her gently on the back, "Nonsense, come back with us. We can load up yer bike in the plane and you can ride with us."
"Well…if you insist," Tendaji said with a small smile.
"Great! My name's Lucio by the way," Lucio said gliding up to her, "That's Jesse McCree, Lena, Hanzo, and Angela," he said and gestured to them all.
With that settled they gathered in the carrier. Tendaji sat in the far back, where the others gathered and chatted in the front. Hanzo sat down next to her glancing at her.
"You know of a person's past then?" He said quietly.
"Yes, I know of yours…and Jesse McCree's," she said without looking at him.
"Do you know the reason for my dreams then?"
Tendaji simply nodded, her blue eyes glanced to him.
"Does it concern you? These dreams?" She said, her voice low and quiet as if she was talking about something very grave.
"Yes…I fear they are predictions of the future…the firebird?"
"Not predictions," she paused as if thinking, "You have an omnic monk in Overwatch do you not?"
"Zenyatta, yes. Why?"
"I must speak with him first before I tell you too much. He may be able to help you both more than I."
"Both?" Hanzo said quietly.
"You and your other half," she said, as if she was amused.
Hanzo frowned, worried now that Jesse was involved somehow. Where did he fit into the dream? Though it was obvious, Hanzo refused to believe the firebird was his lover.
"Do not concern yourself to much, I can hear your mind reeling," she said with a small laugh.
"Hmm…," Hanzo said and chose to close his eyes and clear his mind. He kept straying to the dreams however. Replaying the horrible moment where the Firebird was struck down in a blaze of fire and smoke. Even in the dream, he felt a sharp, longing and deep seeded pain in his soul. His mind continued to circle itself until they reached the base at Gibraltr.
When they landed everyone went their separate ways with the exception of Hanzo, McCree and Tendaji.
"Hanzo could you show Tendaji to her temporary room, please?" Angela said as she walked past them.
Hanzo simply nodded and turned to Jesse, "I will see you later."
Jesse gave him a strange look, as if he wanted to say something, but instead he nodded and left his hand linger on Hanzo's arm for a moment. He smiled and left, his boots jingling down the hall and his serape flowing behind him.
"You love him?" Tendaji said, making Hanzo jump. In their moment, he had forgotten she was there.
"Perhaps," he answered vaguely.
He gestured for her to follow him as he began down the hall. Neither of them spoke, both enjoying the silence, though Hanzo could feel her eyes flickering to him. They arrived at Tendaji's temporary room and she entered. She scanned the room and seemed to nod as if she was satisfied.
"Tomorrow, we should go speak to your Omnic friend," she said, as if she left no room for argument.
"As you wish, Tendaji," Hanzo said with a silent sigh.
She thanked him and closed the door without another word.
Hanzo turned and began towards his and Jesse's room. His footsteps were slow and deliberate, he wanted to take as much time as he could to get there. Hanzo knew a conversation that he'd rather avoid was inevitable. Jesse had noticed how strange and distant he was acting, so of course he would want to talk about it.
He finally arrived at the room and paused at the door.
He could go sleep in his old room, but then Jesse might think he was angry with him. He didn't want to upset his cowboy, he only needed to figure somethings out.
Finally, gathering his courage he opened the door and prepared himself for the inevitable conversation. He needn't worry though.
Jesse was fast asleep on their bed, still dressed, though he had removed his armor and his boots. It looked like he had intended to speak to Hanzo but fell asleep waiting.
Hanzo smiled fondly and removed Jesse hat and slid him down underneath the covers. Jesse barely shifted, being a heavy sleeper. He simply curled closer to Hanzo as he got into bed. Jesse murmured something indistinct, Hanzo turned towards him and closed his eyes. He was asleep not long after.