Hey guys...just no words at this point. Failed you all way to many times. I've decided...no more two week deadline, not that I kept to it anyways... In fact, I'm not having a deadline at all. It puts a lot of stress on me, trying to get a good chapter for you guys and keeping up with school work and other daily responsibilities, it's really hard to get some ideas down when you've got so much school work to get done, plus some family troubles. Other than that thanks you all for the support, I extremely from the bottom of my heart appreciate it, that's the thing that keeps me going. Enjoy the chapter mates, see ya next time.
Chapter 4 A Division From Within
The mercs continued to cheer at their previous accomplishment, the skirmish they just won was not an easy on, Overwatch made sure of it. Pharah, 76, McCree, and Winston continued to talk highly of these nine new recruits. Praising their victory, and explaining how beneficial there skills could be to them. 76 continued to point out one specific fact though, none of them knew how to work with Overwatch agents in battle. McCree constantly sided with the mercs, explaining how they can work with us, "Hell, they're probably better than us 76, we've been fighting for years sure, but so have they. Look at how well they work with one another, leaving no fella behind. That's a true friend and ally right there." McCree angrily explained to the three. "I understand that, but at the same time, they barley understand our abilities. Only Medic saw how good of a shot you are with that revolver of yours." 76 calmly argued. "Peacekeeper, and yes that is true, but think partner, how close related our their skills to our. Pyro is basically like Mei, but instead of ice he uses fire, Engineer is like Symmetra and Torjbörn combined into one smart ass Texan, Heavy is like Rein, Medic is basically Mercy, Demo is Junkrat just... less crazy, Scout is very similar to Tracer, and Soldier is basically Pharah, except more...patriotic." McCree compared the Overwatch agents to the mercs. "True, but we also have grave differences." 76 shot back. McCree just grunted as he puffed his cigar, 76 was an old stubborn bastard, there was no winning an argument with him, even back in the old days. McCree was one of the few people that knew 76's identity, he kept it that way. He knew the reasons Morrison kept quiet about his identity as 76, he knew what people would do if they found out he was still alive. "The hell are we still doing up here? We got some recruits that need debriefing." McCree said, already making his way to the door. The others were right behind him. The four Overwatch agents made their way down to the nine cheering mercs.
Demo seemed like he was already drunk when they got there, "*Drunk* I lo-love...ev'ry...single, one of ya." Most mercs laughed at Demo for already getting drunk, not that it hasn't happened before. This was something new to the mercs, winning. They've only won two battles since the stalemate of Teufort. This was something worth cheering over to them. 76 and Pharah were disappointed in Demo for already being drunk, they didn't want him to be like that on the battlefield, especially if someone was in danger. McCree cleared his throat, getting the mercs attention, he let a smile appear before he spoke, "Y'all did Mighty Fine! I reckon I've got nothing to say 'bout y'alls performance. Nice Work, all of you." He proudly praised. 76 then spoke, letting out his thoughts about the situation, "Yes, all of you did very well. Although, that was just a show of how you all work Together, not with us. I have to say, I was a bit disappointed to see that only Medic went back for Demo, I don't want to see that in the field, there is no man left behind, Understood?" 76's tone went from calm to angered, it was like someone flipped a switch. One second he was calm and happy with their performance, the next he was angrily scolding the mercs. Pharah then stepped into the conversation, "76 is right, there is no man left behind, if that ever happens on the field there will be dire consequences. And" Pharah paused and looked at Demo, who seemed to be in and out of reality, she squinted her eyes before continuing her thought, "I think I speak for me, Winston, and 76 when I say, it is fine to celebrate a victory, but don't go over the top. That means you Demo." She scolded. Demo didn't look like he heard her, in fact, he didn't seem like he knew where he was. "*Drunk* Heart...guard me rectum, liver ain't wel- welcome here no more..." He mumbled to where barely anyone could hear. Spy then spoke to the agents, trying to cover for Demo, "Please excuse the cyclops, we haven't exactly won a lot of battles. He takes celebrations a little to far. In fact he takes everything with alcohol to far. I assure you, we will follow any and all rules we have to, especially since you gave us a job, home, food, and family." This put a smile and Pharah's face, she respected Spy for being the gentleman he is.
Winston, 76, and Pharah walked out of Battle Simulations Room and continued on with their day. McCree stayed behind with a look of disgust on his face, he hated how 76 and Pharah loved their protocol, being an outlaw in the past, he never really liked to follow the rules, hell he didn't really like to have partners. Partners always just get in the way. He thought before turning to the mercs. "Excuse those two, they always rely on their protocol. Don't worry y'all did fine. 76 is right though, y'all have no experience in working with us, only against us. Y'all may have kicked our asses back in your time, but don't reckon you can do it again in a heartbeat, y'all will have another thing coming." McCree calmly explained to the mercs. Most stopped cheering, spirits brought down by both Pharah and 76. "We might as well go back to our rooms, prepare for our next screw up." Scout proclaimed, all the mercs silently agreed. "Aww, don't take it like that. 76 and Pharah are just so uptight, trust me y'all did fine, but go and do get some rest, might be busy later today." The mercs shrugged, most of their spirits were brought down immensely by the two most strict and uptight members of Overwatch. The gathered their weapons and made their way to the armory. Where they left their weapons.
The mercs all gathered in the mess hall, no one other than those nine were there. "Gentlemen, you should be ashamed. How could you all leave Demo out there?!" Spy barked, putting the blame on the others. "Us? I didn't see your fancy ass running after him. If anything you probably wanted him dead." Scout shot back, glaring into Spy's soul. "The only person I would want dead is you Scout, now sit up straight and talk like a big boy." Spy mocked, slowly exhaling smoke from his cigarette. "Go to hell Spy!" Scout yelled as he slouched forward some more. Sniper then jumped into the argument, "Lay off the boy, you back stabbing wanker. He's roight I didn't see you going out there to help. AND, you shouldn't be putting the blame on all of us. Medic was the only one to go out there. If anyone is to be blamed here, it should be Soldier, Heavy, and Pyro." Sniper explained, redirecting the blame towards the three toughest mercs they've got. "You maggots dare to blame us?! We were on the front lines! Killing those maggots for the good of America!" Soldier commented, going from angry to prideful. "We don't have your fancy shamcy communist gear that keeps you miles away from the battle! We use our good old fashion American made weapons to fight and kill those maggots!" He continued. "Heavy doesn't understand how it's our fault. We took all bullets. You sat back like coward baby man you are." Heavy barked towards Sniper. Engi, Pyro, Medic, and Demo decided to stay out of it. All hell began breaking loose, mercs were yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs at each other. Demo was sick of their fighting, all drunkenness seeming to leave him, "Enough! It's no ones fault but my own lads. I should've made it back to the ship faster, instead I disobeyed orders and my mates took the blame for it." Demo explained, speaking up over all the other mercs. There was a long silence after Demo spoke. For being drunk, it was a pretty logical thing to say. "Demo...that might be one of the single most noble things I have ever heard you say." Engi said, breaking the silence. Demo then burped loudly before falling onto his back, unconscious. "And it just ended." Engi finished with a disappointed sigh. "We might as well take him back to his room." Engi quietly said to Pyro, who just nodded in response before grabbing Demo's legs. Engi followed Pyro's lead, grabbing Demo's arms and carrying him back to his room. The rest of the mercs were left in the room, regretting their outbursts at one another.
"So...if you babies are done playing ze blame game...I'll be in the infirmary." Medic said before rising to his feet and making his way towards the infirmary. The five mercs looked at each other and apologized for their outburst. Family has to stick together right. They all walked out of the mess hall and scattered throughout the base. Pyro and Engi carefully made their way through the base, having to take frequent breaks to rest. "How *gasp* heavy *gasp* can *gasp* one guy be?" Engi said in between breaths. He was bent over, resting his hands on his knees. Pyro just arched his body forward, stretching his back. After he was done stretching he shrugged at his brother. Pyro bent back over, grabbing Demo's legs again. Engi didn't grab Demo though, he was still trying to catch his breath. Pyro rolled his eyes under his mask, motioning his hand upward, signaling Engi to hurry up and help him. Engi grunted before grabbing Demo's arms once again. Demo was out cold, it seemed like nothing could wake him up. He was snoring loudly, it echoed throughout the base. Once the two brothers arrived at Demo's room, Engi just dropped Demo. Letting his limp body fall to the floor. As Engi expected, Demo didn't wake up. Pyro dropped Demo's legs and raised his arms in the air. "Mmmph mmph mmmph?!" He mumbled loudly. "What? I was testing something, it turns out I was right." Engi causally said before kneeling down to Demo's unconscious body, searching it for his key card. After what seemed like hours Engi found it slipped in between on of his grenades and his chest. He pulled it out and swiped it at the door, making it slide open. The brothers picked up Demo once again and carried him into his room. "Cleaner than I expected." Engi joked, getting a chuckle from his brother. They two threw Demo onto his bed. Demo quickly sat up, trying to steady himself. "OH, now he wakes up." Engi frustratingly comments. "*Drunk* The bloody he-hell are you two doing in me room?...We didn't do it did we? Because if I wasn't the man I was I'd kiss ya..." He drunkenly stated. "Just go to sleep you drunk bastard." Engi disappointingly said as he and Pyro walked out of the room. Demo didn't need to be told twice, seemingly falling asleep while he was sitting upright, and falling back into his bed.
Hanzo was sitting on the cliff side, bow beside him as he meditated. "You are a fool if you think I can't hear you." He said as he slowly opened his eyes. No response. He sighed heavily before rising to his feet, grabbing his bow as he rose. He heard more footsteps to his right, he grabbed an arrow from his quiver, and knocked onto his string. He aimed his bow and shot it to the right, who every was there seemed to stop in a hurry. Hanzo noticed the tracks in the dirt coming to a sudden stop, he knocked another arrow onto the string, pulled back and held it at where the figure supposedly was. "Show yourself, I know you're right here." He demanded plainly. A figure began to appear with a slightly purple glow. It was a woman, wearing, surprisingly, very brightly colored clothing for being as stealthy as she was. "Hola." The woman greeted in Spanish. "Who are you?" Hanzo asked immediately. The woman began to stand up, "Let's just say...someone who can help." She plainly stated as Hanzo kept his bow aimed at her skull. "How can you help me?" Hanzo asked, still sounding intimidating. "You're a Shimada are you not? Your clan was taken from you, and I," The woman paused and pushed Hanzo's bow towards the ground, "Can help you get it back." She finished while putting her finger on his nose and quickly moving it away. "How could you do that? Talon has taken over my home." Hanzo explained, beginning to get annoyed with the woman. "Well that's the thing mi amigo, I work for Talon, but my contract is going to end soon sooooo...I kinda do things on my own now." The woman happily explained with a smile.
Hanzo didn't speak, he just stared at the ground, thinking of what to say. In reality he never expected to get a chance to go back home, let alone rule the Shimada clan. "I get it amigo...You need time to think about this, but I'm on a tight schedule so this is a one time offer. I need an answer." The woman angrily demanded. Hanzo still didn't respond, his voice was caught in his throat from shock. The woman began to walk away, "I guess I'll go give this offer to someone else." She mocked. "Wait!" Hanzo immediately yelled. The woman stopped in her tracks, turning her head back towards Hanzo with an evil grin. She turned around and faced Hanzo, who was looking back at the ground. "What do I have to do?" Hanzo quietly asked as he slowly raised his head at her. "Well that's easy," She paused and took a USB out of her pocket, "All you have to do, is get some of Overwatch's files onto this USB stick. Once you're done, come back here and give it to me." She explained, her evil smile not leaving her face at all. "Why do you need these files? I thought you did things on your own." Hanzo asked, he was confused yes, but he also didn't trust this mysterious woman. "I like to have dirt on everybody, that's why it's fun to play unfairly." She gladly told him. "Once I do this...I will get my home back?" He quietly asked. He felt pathetic, doing what someone he just met wants, all for a chance to go back to his home. "Si." The woman quickly responded. She handed him a communicator, probably on it's own channel, "Have any questions, give me a shout." She added, giving Hanzo a small wink before beginning to walk away. "You never answered my question...Who Are You?" Hanzo asked again. The woman turned her head toward him with a little grin, "You can call me Sombra." She answered before disappearing into thin air. Hanzo was left there dumbfounded, having to make the biggest decision of his life. Betray his brother and new family, all to go back home, or smash the USB stick and tell someone about what just happened. He had a choice to make, and it wasn't an easy one.
It wasn't even five o'clock yet. Although, most mercs were already exhausted from their skirmish earlier. Scout and Demo were taking naps. Well...Scout was taking a nap, Demo was out cold, recovering from his intoxication. Pyro was walking around the base while his brother went to god knows where. He was observing the scenery of the base, something he hasn't really thought about doing yet. It was nice, for everything being metal. Least the place ain't flammable...sadly. He jokingly thought to himself, making himself laugh a bit. He knew he had to make jokes to himself, that and talking to his brother were the only things keeping him sane. After going by one of the Battle Simulation Rooms. He noticed that they were much more advanced than the ones he and his team went into. This 'Simulation', if he could call it that, had large robots that would turn themselves into large turrets, firing off bullets as fast as Heavy's minigun, maybe even faster. He also noticed the agents that were in the room. Reinhardt, holding his shield up to protect his colleagues. McCree, holding his hand over his holstered revolver, seeming to scan the robots. Pyro could barely hear him yell, "DRAW!" As the gunslinger fired six shots from his revolver, destroying six of the large robots. Genji also seemed to be in there, jumping through the air over and around the large robots, deflecting most of their bullets right back at them, with a sword. Pyro was impressed, his eyes widened under his mask as he observed Genji's actions. Genji landed softly on the ground, bullets hailed past him as he put a hand in front of his chest. It looked like some sort of warriors salute, his right hand raised to the sword on his back. His head shot up before he yelled, "RYUUJIN NO KEN WO KURAE!" (Taste the Dragon's Blade). His large blade was drawn from it's sheath, demanding blood. What seemed to be a green dragon appeared before quickly vanishing while he swung his sword. Turning most of the bots into scrap metal. Pyro wasn't just impressed at this point, he was amazed, his jaw dropped as the ninja slowly returned his sword back to it's sheath. The dragon was sated. All the bots were destroyed, the three Overwatch agents cheered over their victory.
Pyro's observations came to a sudden halt when he bumped into something, making him fall onto his back, smacking the back of his skull against the cold steel. He lifted his head up a bit, and rubbed it, trying to seize the pain. He looked in front of him to see what he ran into, in truth, he didn't even know he was still walking. He saw someone laying on their back in front of him. He couldn't tell who it was at first, so his first reaction was to get frustrated at the person who wasn't paying attention. "MMMMPH MMPH MM-" He cut himself off when he saw that it was Mei. He quickly outstretched a hand and helped her to her feet. "Sorry, sorry sorry sorry I'm sorry." She quickly apologized, her voice trailing off as she did. This made Pyro chuckle, Just as I thought, still a sweet girl. He happily thought. He motioned his hand and signaled her that it was fine. Then he tried his best to mumble, 'Are You Okay?' but all that came out was more non understandable mumbles. She looked at him questionably, trying to figure out what he just said. He remembered his whiteboard, snapping his figures quickly at the thought. He grabbed it off of the hook on his belt, which he made right before he and his brother had their talk. He began to write the three simple words. He showed it to Mei who let a small smile appear on his face, "Yes thank you." She joyfully said. Her little companion, Snowball, came out of the container on her back. It flew in front of Pyro's face, it's eyes showed and angered expression. It beeped very loudly at Pyro, who tilted his head in response. "Snowball stop!" Mei demanded. The small robot turned around and made sad expression before returning to it's home. "Please excuse him, he's a little overprotective." Mei apologized. Pyro motioned his hand signaling that it was fine. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I remember your name. Would you mind telling me?" She gently asked.
Pyro nodded and wrote in his whiteboard. It said, Just call me Pyro. "Pyro huh? Well, Pyro, what brings you to this side of the base?" She curiously asked, trying to make conversation. Pyro wrote some more, Just exploring, figured I should get to know the place where I'm going to work and live. "Okay, How did you get the name Pyro?" She continued with another question. Pyro didn't even need the whiteboard for this, he just took his lighter out of a pocket in his suit, flipped it open, and lit it. He just pointed at the fire that the lighter was creating. She didn't really understand, she just thought it was something to do with fire. Pyro decided to ask her a question or two, he wrote on his whiteboard and showed her, How did you get the name May? Little did he know, he spelled her name wrong. She giggled when she read his question, yet pointed at her misspelled name and said, "It's actually M-E-I, but don't worry a lot of people don't get it right." She had a smile on her face to show that she wasn't mad at him. Pyro's eyes widened when he realized this, thank god he had a mask, his cheeks were getting redder by the second. He hastily tried to erase the misspelled word and write it the correct way. She laughed at how flustered he had become. Once finished, he handed the whiteboard back to her, he chuckled nervously while he rubbed the back of his head. She looked at him, her smile was still there, her smile alone could light the room. "My mother named me Mei. I never really liked code names, so I just used my real one." She gladly explained to him. "I actually have to get going, but I would love to talk again. I'll see you around Pyro." She explained as she walked past him, going towards Winston's lab. Pyro joyfully waved to her as she vanished around the corner. He didn't know why he felt the way he did around her, but damn did he like it.
Engi was talking to Winston in his lab. The two were discussing ways to get some more recruits to join their cause. "Can't we just leave poster round cities and stuff?" Engi suggested. "We could, but that would probably get all of us arrested." Winston sarcastically said, shutting down his idea. Engi became confused, "Why the hell would we get arrested? I reckoned that Overwatch HELPED people, did we join some kind of terrorist group?" He asked, hoping that he was wrong. Winston laughed at how paranoid Engi had just become, "NoNoNo. We are not a terrorist organization. The world may think of us as that way nowadays, but in reality we just want to make the world a better place." "The world may THINK of Overwatch that way? You aren't making this sound any better." Engi responded, becoming more cautious of the giant ape in front of him. "Can't believe Lena hasn't told you," he mumbled, "*Sigh* Okay listen, Overwatch was an organization that helped the world during the Omnic crisis, it is very similar to the second World War of your time. We brought peace and prosperity to the world. Then, the people thought they would be better off without us. After the incident at the Swiss headquarters, the world had seen enough. So, The United Nations made something called the Petras Act, it banned all Overwatch activity. Many of us are considered criminals. Trust me when I say this, We are the good guys." He explained thoroughly. Engi felt a little eased by Winston's explanation, but his caution never left. "Alrighty then." He slowly said, narrowing his eyes at the ape. "Okay, so, we can't put posters in major cities, ooorrr any city for that matter... How the hell are we going to get word out there?" Engi asked, trying to get an idea out of Winston. Winston remained silent for a moment, thinking of what to suggest. He scratched his chin, processing ideas through his mind, "We have a few Overwatch agents who still aren't considered criminals, such as Tracer, Mercy, Mei, Reinhardt, and Pharah. They are role models to most people in the world." Winston thoughtfully suggested. "Which means?" Engi asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "WHICH MEANS, that people still look up to them AND Overwatch." Winston added, getting a little frustrated at Engi. "Okay, well people have to know that we are still out there, if we were a terrorist organization, not saying we are, we would have to make it known that we are still operating, making more and more people want to join." Engi told him, hopefully getting through to Winston.
"That could work, but, the agents that aren't considered criminals would need to stay that way, meaning no huge missions for them, only convert ones." Winston dryly added. "And how in sam hell is Reinhradt going to be used in 'convert missions'?" Engi asked, getting sick and tired of this discussion. He wasn't exactly a huge part of this organization yet. Winston opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by someone entering the lab. It was Mei, and Engi didn't know why, but she had the biggest smile on her face. He raised and eyebrow, wondering what had her so happy. "Ahh Mei, glad you could make it." Winston happily greeted. Mei began making her way up the stairs to where Winston and Engi were standing. "I'm sorry for being a little late." She paused and looked at Engi, "I was talking to one of your colleagues, Pyro, he was a very nice man." She joyfully explained. Engi was taken back by the statement, he shook his head quickly before speaking, "Wait What, my brother, NICE, you sure you got the right merc?" Engi hastily and confusingly asked as he slipped a hand under his helmet and scratched his head. "The one with the gas mask is Pyro correct?" Mei gently asked, tilting her head. "Ya...Ya that's him." Engi slowly answered as he stared at the ground. The hell would he be so nice to her for? He usually a jerk to every- His train of that was cut off, he immediately realized why he was so nice to her. He chuckled evilly while he looked at Mei, "Oh Pyro I'm soooo going to hold you over for this one." He mumbled so quietly that only he could hear the words being spoken.
Hanzo hastily walked through the corridors, passing other agents and usual grunts as he continued. He arrived at the entrance of Winston's lab. His arm raised to open the door, but hesitated, Should I really be doing this? He pondered to himself, he shook the thought away before opening the door and stepping into the lab. Hanzo then immediately scanned the room. He listened to the three voices as they spoke. He knew he was going to get them out of the room if he wanted to get those files. He slowly walked up the stairs, handed gliding along the railing with every step he took. He had to think of some kind of story to get them out of the room, 76 wants them...no...Winsto- He's in the room!...Dr. Ziegler wants them, she wants them to...help her with some kind of...experiment, yes, that's what I'll tell them. He thought of a story, and thought of it quick. He arrived at the top of the stairs, looking to his left towards the three scientists, well two scientists and one engineer. He approached them, as silent as could be. Winston caught eye of the archer and greeted him, "Hanzo, what an unexpected surprise. What bring you to my lab?" The primate curiously asked while he adjusted his glasses. "One of the doctors told me to tell you that you and Mei are needed to help Dr. Ziegler with some kind of experiment." The archer mischievously answered. "Interesting." Winston slowly responded, he didn't recall Angela preforming any kind of experiments of any sorts. "I'm just telling you what I was told." Hanzo barked, mimicking a bit of hurt in his voice. Winston sighed, "All right, Mei let us go help Angela, Engineer, you might as well go meet up with others. No use staying in my lab." "Reckon you're right, see y'all round." Engi said, making a small wave as he walked down the stairs. Engi looked at the glass facing Winston's lab, noticing the large hole in it. Have to ask Winston 'bout that later. He thought to himself as he exited the lab. The two scientist walked out of the lab, discussing about what Angela could possibly be experimenting on. They both seemingly forgot all about the archer.
Can't believe that worked. The archer pridefully thought to himself with a smile. He took out the communicator that Sombra had given him earlier that day. He began to type a message into it that read, I'm in the apes lab, what do I do now? Within seconds she responded, Do you see the database? The large thing with a bunch of servers. Hanzo scanned around the room, looking for something with that description. His eyes landed on the database, it kinda stuck out like a sore thumb. He approached it any wrote another message to Sombra, I see it, what now? No answer. He looked outside to see if anyone was coming back. To his relief he only saw a couple of grunt patrolling around the courtyard. His communicator buzzed, Stick the USB into the database, it'll do the rest. Once you finish get to our meeting spot A.S.A.P. He did just as he was constructed, sticking the USB stick into the database. Athena's voice echoed throughout Winston's lab, "ALERT! ALERT! OVERWATCH AGENT DATABASE FILES BEING STOLEN! AGENT ~KRRZT~ IS STEA~KRRZT~ THE FILES!" The A.I's voice was scrambling up, the USB stick seemed to have upload a virus while it was extracting the data. Hanzo began to worry, he looked outside to see the grunts that were patrolling running towards the lab. His communicator buzzed again, he ran to it and read the message, Uh oh amigo, better get out of there quick. Once the USB beeps, it's done, Or just read what's on the screen. Hanzo's attention was immediately directed toward Winston's computer, it was 87% completed. Hanzo needed to wait, and time was not on his side. He had two options at this point, give himself up and face the consequences, or, kill anyone who enters the lab as quietly as possible. Two more tough choices, both are which he didn't want to do. Sometimes people have to make tough choices, it's the world we live in. Hanzo wasn't proud of himself for what he had just chosen, but it had to be done.
"KICK THAT DAMN DOOR DOWN!" An officer's command was faintly heard through the closed doors. "Roger that!" Another voice seeped it's way into the room. A loud crack echoed through the room as the doors swung open, leaving hinges and pieces of metal scatter around the floor. A group of five soldier entered the room, weapons ready to fire. "Clear sir!" One of the crouched down soldiers said. All five still swung their weapons around, scanning every nook and cranny that was in the room. The squad made their way up the stairs, seeming to let their guard down when they didn't see anyone by Winston's computer. "Seems clear, Johnson, get the data retriever out of there." The officer ordered. Johnson walked towards the database, ready to pull the USB stick out. "SCATTER!" That was the last word those five had heard. An arrow impacted against the ground, making multiple arrows ricochet off the ground towards the squad of Overwatch soldiers. Most arrows found their mark, sprouting out of the bodies, sending their blood trickling to the ground. Most stood for a few seconds, making ragged breaths, the officer and Johnson were the first to drop. Seeming to fall as soon as the arrows sank into their bodies. The others grabbed onto anything they could, struggling to cling to life. All in vain however, death consumed them, their bodies fell to the metal flooring below. Hanzo walked back to Winston's computer. He felt guilty when he looked at the soldiers bodies. They didn't deserve it, but they got in his way. Dr. Ziegler can revive them. He reassured himself. *Beep Beep*, the USB stick chirped. Hanzo immediately pulled the stick out of the database. The second he did however, everything in the lab shut down, most likely because of the virus it uploaded. Hanzo looked out the window and into the courtyard again, this time, he saw Winston and Engi running towards the lab. Engi had his shotgun in hand, and Winston had his brute strength. Hanzo knew he needed to sneak past them.
He hung onto a railing that was right above the door that the soldiers kicked open. Winston and Engi ran into the room, looking straight towards his upstairs computers. They couldn't see anyone. They began to run towards the stairs. Hanzo took this as his chance, he quietly landed onto the ground and ran out the door until he was a good sixty yards from the lab. He slowed down his pace and walked as if nothing had ever happened. All he had to do was make it to the meeting point and he was home free.
"The hell do you mean it was Hanzo, ain't he one of us?" Engi snapped, both horrified and confused about the scene before him. "Do you see the arrows? The only two people that use old fashion equipment like that are the Shimada brothers. Genji uses a sword and shurikens and do you know what Hanzo uses? A bow and arrow." Winston shot back, trying to get Athena back online. "How do we know someone isn't trying to frame him?" Engi asked, his voice calming down a bit. "They were killed by multiple arrows, shot by one arrow on the ground. It's Hanzo's design." Winston sadly answered. Feeling betrayed that the elder Shimada would do this. "Okay then," Engi paused and cocked his shotgun, putting a slug into the chamber, "Where do we find the son of a bitch?" Engi voice grew rougher and deeper with every syllable. "I need to get Athena back online to know. He uploaded a virus to her drives, quite impressive I must admit. I didn't think he would be able to make a virus of this design." Winston praised, he didn't want to say good about Hanzo at this point, it just slipped out. "Ooorrr, someone made the virus for him." Engi barked, scanning the room to make sure Hanzo didn't stay. "Engineer, I need you to find Angela and Medic, they are needed here." Winston halfheartedly ordered as he looked at the five soldiers bodies. He felt pity for them, they had no idea of what they were walking into.
Hanzo was making his way through the hanger. It seems that the virus kept the alarm from going off in the entire base, making most of Overwatch oblivious to what had happened. Hanzo's eyes landed on his brother, he was walking towards him. A part of Hanzo was fearful that his brother knew of his actions, but another part also wanted him to know, wanted him to go with him. He decided that he had nothing to lose, if he didn't want to go, there was no stopping Hanzo from going back home. If he did want to go, it would make it all the more easier. "Hanzo." Genji greeted, putting his hands together and bowing before his brother. Hanzo smiled and did the same. His smile left him however, in a serious tone he spoke to his brother, "We need to talk Genji." He leaded his brother behind a group of boxes, the area was secluded, away from anyone walking through the hanger. "What is it brother?" Genji curiously asked. "Does it hurt?" Hanzo paused, examining his brother's cybernetic body. He didn't know why he asked him that. It was just the first thing that came to mind, "That body." He slowly finished. "Ahh, yes. While it isn't as intense as a human body, there is still some pain." Genji answered his brother. Hanzo dryly chuckled, "That's good." There was a long moment of silence between the brothers. Hanzo was thinking of what to say, how would he convince his brother to go with him. Genji was the first to break the silence, "Brother do you still remember?" He paused and waited for Hanzo's reaction. Hanzo just looked at his brother with a curious look on his face, "When we were kids." Genji finished. "Pain was always a great conflict to me, I could never withstand the simplest wound, I would just cry." Hanzo was seeing an image from the past, Genji was asking for his comfort as the tears rolled down his face. Hanzo glanced over his brother's shoulder to see some of the elders, their faces showed disappointment and disgust. Hanzo ignored them and looked back down at his brother with a smile. Genji's words continued as Hanzo continued to see the past, "Even though the elders thought little of me, you and father doted me." Hanzo remembered giving his brother a Pachimari, that would always cheer him up. Within seconds Genji's face was filled with joy, enjoying his new toy. "Yes." Those were the only things Hanzo could say, when he looked further into the past.
"Even as we grew up, you and father never loved me any less." Genji continued, Hanzo saw him and his brother as young adults, both were proud to wear the Shimada Clan's emblem. Hanzo began to hear Genji's words fade away, his mind was fully in the past. The next image he saw was his brother, barely standing, holding his side as blood slipped through his fingers. Hanzo raised his sword, Genji raised his. The two brothers clashed, the sounds of metal clinging echoed throughout the temple and into the city. Hanzo would stirke, Genji would block, Genji would strike, Hanzo would block. This process continued until Hanzo finally disarmed his brother. Genji had his back to the wall, trying to find a way out, a way to escape the death that was right in front of him. "Brother...please!" Genji begged, staring his brother in the eye. "I'm sorry Genji." Hanzo slowly spoke to his brother, what he thought, would be the last time. Genji laid on the ground before him, his blood dripping off of Hanzo's sword. Hanzo felt tears swell up in his eyes. "Hanzo." Genji's voice faintly spoke out of nowhere. "Brother." His voice became louder, "Hanzo!" Genji barked, bringing his brother back to reality. "I'm sorry Genji. For everything I had done to you." Hanzo wholeheartedly apologized. Genji smiled under his face plate, "Hanzo it is fine, I have already forgiven you. I have come to terms with my new body." Genji tenderly spoke to his brother. Making every word clearly heard. Hanzo didn't speak, only thought of what to say. Genji, once again, broke the silence, "Does it hurt?" This question caught Hanzo by surprise, "What?" "Does your wound hurt?" Genji repeated. Hanzo was bewildered, he had no idea what his brother could have meant, "I wasn't injured." "The wound on your heart. The moment you struck me, you struck your heart as well. Don't worry it will heal." Genji paused and put his hand on his brother's shoulder, "Because you are here."
Hanzo grabbed his brother's hand and took it off his shoulder, "Genji, we can go home." He plainly spoke. "What do you mean Hanzo? We are home." The cyborg responded. "No, our REAL home. Back to Hanamura. Back to the Shimada Clan. We can rule it as brothers." Hanzo explained to his brother, hoping to have him want to come. "It was always your dream to rule the Shimada Clan, not mine. Besides, Talon has taken over Hanamura, we wouldn't get close to home." Genji stated, becoming a little more observant of his brother. "Genji, I made a deal," He pulled out the USB stick, "The person said if I give her this with all of Overwatch's agent's data on it. We could go home. Back to our real home. Back where we belong." Hanzo told to his brother while he held the USB stick so Genji could see. Genji was stunned, he wanted no part of this, but he couldn't believe his brother would betray everyone here, and try to make him go with it. "No Hanzo, this is our home. This IS where we belong. Don't you see brother, we have a family here. People that care for us." Genji explained to his brother, worrying for his well being, hoping, just hoping, that his judgement hasn't been clouded by greed. "Hanzo, I'm going to tell someone about this. I want you to crush that USB stick and tell us where you met this woman. Please, don't let greed cloud your judgement." Genji commanded his brother, before walking away and towards the exit of the Hanger. There was oddly no one there, no engineers, no regular soldiers, not even a pilot. Genji a few feet from the door when he heard a whistle. He had recognized the sound. He jerked his head backwards to see an arrow smack into the wall in front of him. He closed his eyes under his face plate, knowing that he would have to fight his brother once again. He turned his body and faced his brother, who already had another arrow knocked onto the string. "Brother." Genji whispered as Hanzo fired another arrow.
Engi was running through the base, trying not to get lost on the way to the infirmary. He ran into many other agents. Knocking some off their feet, he heard some of them yelling at him from behind, he didn't care. He needed to get to the infirmary. Get Mercy and Medic to those five soldiers. They'll take care of the rest. He arrived at his destination. He basically charged through the doors, sliding across the floor until he came to a complete stop. He saw Mercy and Mei, talking to other doctors about god knows what. "Mercy!" Engi yelled, getting her attention. "Engineer, what is it!?" She asked, with worry on her face and in her voice. "There's been a situation!" He quickly explained. He scanned the room, looking for the German medic he knew all too well. "The hell is Medic!" He barked, already making his way towards the doors. "He's uhh.." Mercy struggled to remember. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to remember where Medic said he was going. "Zeeee, Hanger!" She loudly yelled, her eyes shooting open. "Dang nabbit damnit! All well, you're the one we really need right now, grab your staff and follow me." Engi demanded before charging through the doors and running down the halls. Mercy did exactly as she was told, frantically grabbing her staff before running after Engi.
Genji jumped through the air, using his short sword to deflect his brothers arrows. Hanzo unloaded his quiver, grabbing and launching arrow after arrow in a desperate attempt to injure or even kill his brother, just as he thought he did many years ago. Genji hid behind a large stack of boxes. Trying to plan his next moves. Hanzo grabbed one of his few sonic arrows from his quiver and shot it at the boxes. His brother was outlined in red as he frantically looked around the hanger, trying to figure out his next move. Hanzo then grabbed a scatter arrow, and knocked it onto his string. He skillfully aimed it at an angle in which it would hit his younger sibling. He let go of the string, time seemed to have slowed down as he saw the arrow hit the wall, sending multiple arrows at Genji. Genji was quick to respond, once again releasing his short sword and deflecting all the arrows back into the walls. He realized that he needed to move quickly. He climb to the top of the boxes and faced his brother. There was a long stand still before Genji's shurikens came out of his wrist and in between his fingers. He launched them at Hanzo, who in response, ducked under them. Letting them soar through the air and come to rest inside the metallic walls.
Hanzo reached up and felt inside of his quiver, making sure that none of his arrows were damaged. He had made that mistake in Hanamura, and didn't want to repeat it. Hanzo looked back at where Genji was previously standing, he was no where to be seen. Seemingly out of nowhere, Genji's voice echoed through the hanger, "Brother please. Don't let empty promises cloud your judgement. You can still change your course." Hanzo knocked an arrow onto his string and slowly pulled it back before saying, "You are a fool for not joining me. We could have ruled TOGETHER!" Hanzo let go of his string, sending an arrow flying towards Genji once again. Genji feet never left the ground, he simply just moved his body to the side and let the arrow soar by him. "But I made my choice. This is where my family is, and I do not wish to betray them." Genji softly spoke, trying to get through to his thick headed older brother. Hanzo was not deterred sending multiple arrows towards his brother yet again. Genji pulled out his short sword, slicing right through the arrows. He shook his head, knowing the only way to stop his brother...was to kill him.
Genji launched towards his brother, short sword in hand. Relentlessly releasing multiple blows that Hanzo repeatedly block. Wood and metal, chipped off of the bow with every blow struck by the sword. Genji wasn't holding back, this wasn't Hanamura, Hanzo knew exactly who he was and exactly what he was doing. Genji's pace slowed down, giving Hanzo the upper hand. Hanzo let the bottom of his bow smack the side of Genji's head. Genji stumbled to the side, shook his head and looked back at his brother. He examined his quiver, only to see a few arrows remaining. Genji smirked under his face plate, knowing that Hanzo couldn't fight much longer. Genji dashed towards his brother, leaping over him. Hanzo grabbed whatever arrows he had left and flung them towards Genji, missing only by inches. "It seems that you are losing your touch brother. You only have one arrow left." Genji mocked, standing straight as he watched his brother begin to panic. Hanzo looked around the room, trying to find some kind of exit point. Seeing that he had none, he decided it was do or die. He let out a battle cry as he charged his brother, something Genji did not expect. Genji stumbled backwards, trying to regain his stance. Hanzo swung his bow at Genji, landing multiple hits into Genji's chest. Hanzo then shoulder bashed Genji before grabbing his arm and disarming him. Hanzo kicked the short sword away from Genji, still landing blows with his bow. He jumped over Genji and pulled his bow over Genji's neck before hurling him over his shoulder and against the wall.
"You were a fool not to join me." Hanzo stated, before pulling his last arrow from his quiver and knocking it onto the string. A blue light illuminated Hanzo's dragon tattoo, "Ryuu ga waga Teki Wo KURAU!" He yelled before the arrow he launched became two giant blue dragons. Both spiraling towards Genji. Genji smiled, his brother had learned nothing from their last encounter. He took his stance, grabbing his sword. "RYUUJIN NO KEN WO KURAE ANI!" (Taste the dragon's blade brother) A green dragon appeared around Genji's blade, he maneuvered his blade to where Genji's dragon was in between Hanzo's dragons, guiding them. Genji led the three dragons around him and into the air. No one would be hurt from the dragons this way. "Haven't you learned brother?" Genji's tone became enraged, his mind completely forgot about all of Zenyatta's teachings, 'THAT DOESN'T WORK!" He finished with a deafening yell. He lunged towards his brother, he only closed his eyes and lowered his head, accepting his death. Genji swung his sword, blood splattered onto the ground, followed by a thud. Genji had his head lowered, he didn't want to see his brother as he struck him down. He closed his eyes, returned the dragon to it's resting place, and gave his brother a warriors salute. "Anata wa yoku ani to tatakatta, watashi wa sore ga kore ni kita koto wa zan'nenda." (You fought well brother, I'm sorry it had come to this) Genji muttered in his native tongue before lowering his hands to his side. He raised his head, ready to see his fallen brother. However, Hanzo wasn't the one laying in front of Genji. The dragon was sated by someone else's blood.
