It was a few hours later when they came back. I was expecting them to be drunk, considering how late it was. But they both seemed as sober as when they left. Relieved, I went back to my game. It was the latest shooter game. Hanna was already high in the global rankings. My progress in the game was slow, but I was quickly learning the maps and techniques. I vowed to defeat her one of these days. There was one time when we were in an arcade in Seol, where I was so close to beating her.

"Welcome back," Zenyatta mused.

"Thanks," McCree beamed. "Genji, why didn't ya tell me there was some good chow around here?"

I tilted my head my head at him. "I thought you only liked beef, which is not common in Japanese food."

"Point taken," McCree nodded. Then he turned back to Hanzo. "So, wanna catch another flick before hittin' the hey?"

"I would prefer to just sleep for the evening."

McCree removed his hat and threw it onto the table. "Alright then. I'll get the couch, and there's a bed in the other room."

Moving from the couch, I checked the time. I could probably get a really deep charge too. I looked towards Zenyatta and he seemed to have the same idea as he floated closer to the power outlet. McCree strolled over to the couch and threw himself onto the cushions non chalantly. Hanzo just stood by the door and watched as we plugged ourselves in for the night. There was a look of distrust thrown towards us. It must have been a bit of a shock to see me remove the cord from my side. I tried to ignore the similar feeling of alienation as my batteries started to recharge.

"Goodnight, Brother." He quickly looked away. If the reassuring preseance of Zenyatta weren't next to me, I probably would have spat out what I was feeling. At least I was trying. But Zenyatta's teachings helped me. His question from earlier pulsed in my mind. Maybe Hanzo will think on it tonight as well. And then I drifted to sleep.

My systems started to pull me out of sleep. It was early but my full battery got me as awake as a cup of black coffee. I got up to unplug myself when I saw that Hanzo was already up and about. He was sipping from a cup, and there was another one on the table next to him. The early riser as always. Zenyatta was still charging next to me. I nuddged at him to wake. His lights brightened untill he was awake.

"Good morning, Genji, Shimada San," then he turned to the couch, "McCree."

The cowboy was still snooring softly.

"I was just about to wake him." Hanzo set down his coffee.

He moved towards the couch as I made my way to the small bathroom. There was a small sack against the wall that I pulled behind me. I shut the door with my foot as I started to shift through the contents. Finally, I found the right pair of jeans, an old tee shirt, and a long sleeve flannel. At the bottom of the bag was a pair of sneekers. I carefully removed the extra armor around my chest and back. Being covered in even more steel was unnecissary for a day of traveling. Some of my curves fit a bit weird in the clothes, but I was used to the feeling. Then I went over to the mirror and removed my visor and helm. I took a moment to look over what was left of my face. Some tufts of hair were growing on my saclp, but only a little. Occasionally the scars would open up a little, but they looked as good as they could be. Then I washed my face with a wash cloth and dried it off. The cool wet cloth felt nice on my skin. I took a couple breaths of unfiltered air before slipping my helmet and visor back on. Maybe one day...

There was a knock at the door as I slung the pack over my shoulder. I opened the door to see McCree, looking dissheveled. He lumbered through the door just as I slipped past him. Hanzo looked at me with the same look of distrust that seemed to be his new signiture.

"Clothes today?"

"We will be out in public today. I'm also not going to worry about overheating in a fight today." I subconsiously rubbed at my shoulder. My mind flshed through the fight earlier. I held back, willing the dragons to be gentle. But I'm certian the fight left Hanzo more than sore. First hand experiance taught me that.

He just drank from the cup again. Probably his favorite tea. It was the only thing he drank more than sake

Soon after, McCree tumbled out of the bathroom. He seemed to be more awake, but was still incredibly drowsy. Hanzo got up, holding both cups. He handed one to McCree, who stared at it dumbfounded for a moment. Then he grabed it and downed the whole thing in one go. Hano's eyes widened in shock. I guesed it must have been black coffee. McCree to coffee is Hanzo to tea. Although in a bit more vigorus manner. They were alike in many ways actually.

"Aight," he mummbled. "I'll go check you, er us out. Just wait ou'side."

We followed behind McCree as the four of us made our way to the front entrance. McCree splintered off from us and made his way to a small desk near the front to settle accounts. There was a few moments of quiet.

"Whaddda hell do you mean? Excess Elecetric charge?!"

I had a bad feeling this would happen. It actually wasn't because Zenyatta and I took a lot of energy, well it was a little. The real reasoning was much simpler. A sigh escaped my chest and I stole a glance at my mentor. He was as hard to read as always. But I'd put money on him being a bit apolagetic over the situation. He hovered a bit closer to the door, as if he wanted to go back inside and try to help resolve the issue.

But McCree just busted through the door. A sour expression was plastered all over his face.

"What happend?" I inquired.

He just stared straight ahead and softly said, "Threated to post a bad review online." Hanzo raised an eyebrow at that anwser. "Either way, we should probably be going, and quickly."

McCree started walking with a quick pace. Since he was taller than both my brother and I, we had to practically jog to keep up. Zenyatta even shifted to walking with us. After a ways down the road, an ambulance raced past us. I believe McCree was going to get a lecture from somebody at Overwatch. Probably 76. Maybe Zenyatta as well. I was just wondering how he did it so quietly. Fights involving McCree usually ended up as loud as he was. After some turns and much distance he slowed down. Then he stopped.

"How about a cab?" He looked like the past five minutes didn't happen. My brother just cradeled his brow in his hand. There was a silent agreement between the rest of us that we didn't want to go through that again, so we just walked past him in silence. McCree followed after quietly. It was a while before we made it to the airport.

Security. Oh, how I hated going through security. It was always too much of a hassel to say I was just a cyborg, and to prove it would involve showing my face, so I just rode along with omnics. Though, I will admit the first time traveling in cargo was an eye opening experiance.

There was a seperate section of security for omnics. It didn't make sense to put someone made of metal through a metal detector. So, they had a team of sniffing dogs and pigs to try to find any contraband on us. And a pat down. I used to love the feeling of women touching me. But even after all these years it was uncomfortable to me in my body. Dr. Zeigler's usuall amending of this or that was understandable though awkward a lot of the time with where something had to be adjusted. The only way I could stand to be touched was when Zenyatta was helping me with my posture in Yoga. It reminded me of all the things he told me how I was improving. But sometimes I felt like I still had quite a ways to go.

I walked a little closer to Zenyatta as we regrouped with McCree and Hanzo. Apperantly McCree was flagged at the airport, but managed to talk his way out of being put into custody. Hanzo probably bribed them a little too, he kept looking at his wallet. It was still early for ourr flight, so McCree went and bought some tea and a bagel for Hanzo. "To apologize," he mummbled.

Then it was boarding time. Hanzo and McCree went through the gate. Zenyatta and I took a flight of stairs along with some other omnics to the tarmac, then climbed into the cargo of the plane. It technically wasn't cargo, since they had a flimsy wall between us and the luggage. But the intention still lingered. Zenyatta seemed to be even quieter than usual while on a plane. Trains, cabs, or anything else didn't bother him. I wondered if it was due to a particullarly bad experiance traveling through an airport. This usually made me a bit protective, embaressingly enough.

I settled in against the wall of the plane next to Zenyatta. There wasn't much room so we had to cram inside the plane. It wasn't long before the plane was taking off. We sat in silence as the plane was, I could only presume, farried down the runway. There was a stop for several moments. after a few moments, we were jolted back by the plane's thrust. Zenyatta fell onto me. He had lost his perfect balance.

"Master?" He was quiet. I helped him sit back up. Then I noticed he was shaking a bit. "Are you all right?"

He turned his head to me. Zenyatta was my calm and steady. It was worriesome to see him like this.

"I am alright. I was only lost in thought."

"Would you like to talk about it?" Perhaps he would follow his own advice. Zenyatta alwasys encouraged openness.

"It is memories of Mondatta, and our life before we came to Nepal."