"Thankfully there isn't someone mortally wounded this time," he chuckled in my ear.
I blushed a little bit as Zenyatta wobbled to his feet. He shifted around in my arms as I helped him recalibrate his balance after such a long flight. His balance regained much quicker than even the younger omnics who traveled with us, but I held on to him just the same. We were the first to make it to the terminal, besides humans of course. Hanzo and McCree were waiting for us, talking to each other.
Zenyatta shifted out of my arms and gave me some room to aproach my brother.
The two of them looked over to us. Hanzo averted his gaze quickly, but McCree beemed at us. "Good that we're all together now. Next-"
"McCree, we were attacked in storage."
You could see in his face as he processed those words. Hanzo held a stiff expression.
"It would probably be best to discuss the events with the rest of Overwatch." Zenyatta piqued up from behind. "We can discuss the events and the stipulations of them."
"Stipu-what? Fights are normal, and uhem, normal against omnics..."
"It was Talon," I breathed quietly.
McCree was silent for a moment. "Best not to talk too much then."
A quiet dread hung over us as we made our way through the airport. Tracer was waiting for us in the parking lot with an old, undisccript car with an unextraodinary apperance. She could feel the cloud that hung over us and stayed uncharistically silent. There was always a question on the tip of her tounge however, a simple looks from McCree every now and then made her swalow her inquiries.
Eventually we made it to Watchpoint: Gibralter. The base was still mostly in shambles. Several areas were cleaned up however, and because of Winston's dedication to live in the facility over the years entrusted livability at the least. The greatest challenge was to accomidate more people. So far the roster included Winston, Tracer, McCree, Mercy, Zenyatta, Hanzo and myself. A total of seven. There had been inquires from Trojborn and Reinhardt was trying to make his way to the base. Several people who had never been part of the original membership had submitted intrest through word of mouth. Overwatch reactivating was still only rumor at this point, appart from those who had been directly recalled. The new orginization was trying to set itself up before trying anything drastic. There was even rumors that the MEKA pilot and the freedom fighter Lucio were hoping to gain involvement. There hadn't been any formal briefs on recruiting yet, nor any formal briefs at all.
I had recieved the recall notice and inquired with my master over the situation. It had been long established between us that my days in Overwatch were some ofmy darkest. I wasn't sure if returning was the right course of action. Zenyatta in all his wisdom simply told me to inquire within. I responded that I knew that it would be the right thing to do, but was worried about being seperated from him. He responed by insisting that he would never have allowed me to leave without him either way. And thus, the decision was settled. After some argument over the safety of my master. But he quickly quelled my fears after an impromptu duel. It was a reminder how much a metal foot to the face could hurt. We made our way to Winston, who was completly accepting of an omnic into the new ranks. Then after some descussion and a few days pondering, we decided that there was a certian sharp shooter who would benefit Overwatch, if he chose to join. I was completely against the idea. Zenyatta simply acted as devil's advocate as he likes to. Then I came to the conclusion that his skills in both archery (as I had learned recently that my brother had not been spied upoon with a sword since that night years ago) and espionoge would help in recon situations. One ninja was not enough for Overwatch. It made me a little salty. But Zenyatta proposed to me that perhaps I was ready face my brother again. I had displayed desires for a while, after I finally accepted myself. And the grief Zenyatta showed after the assasination of Mondatta was the final nail in the coffin. So it was decided that Hanzo would be invited.
We wandered into the base and made our way through the clutter and decay of the old base to Winston's Lab. Hanzo held a disdained look on his face as if he was regretting his decision. He was always such a neat freak. You think he would have learned from putting up with my habbits for so many years. Though, 'putting up with' was a strong phrase, more like constantly berated me on them.
Winston was hard at work, like usual, when we gathered in his lab. He was so immeresed in his work that he did not notice us. Hanzo just stared at him, then turned to us. He had a bewildred look on his face as if seeing a gorilla in space armour was the strangest thing in the world. Well, stranger than a woman who's time was broken, a green cyborg ninja dude, an robot monk, or spirit dragons. McCree cleared his throat loudly.
This got Winston's attention. He turned around and grinned. "Sorry I didn't see you there! I was fine tuning my latest invention. It's a portable shield system! This will protect us!" Then he saw Hanzo standing behind us.
"I see you were able to find us a new friend, Genji."
My brother was silent for a moment, stunned that Winston could speek. "I am Shimada Hanzo. It is a pleasure to be working with you." He bowed his head some, to go with his flavorless introduction.
"Well," Winston stared, taken back by Hanzo's formality, "likewise. Consider this place your home. We don't have too much of the facility restored, but we will in time. Till then-"
"Before we get into any of that, big guy," McCree's face turned serious. "We need to have a little sit down. Mision was compromised."
"What? How? When-"
"Meetin'," was all he said. Winston was quiet for a second.
"Athena, get Mercy in here. We need a briefing pronto."
"I'm on it. I'll also set up recruit documentation for our new agent."
"Oh, that too. Thank you, Athena."
"You're welcome Winston."
Hanzo turned to me with yet another exasperated look. Today just seemed to not be his day.
"You might want to introduce yourself, Athena," I spoke up. "Hanzo is not up to speed on how Overwatch works."
"Hello, Agent Hanzo. My name is Athena. I am the AI that manages all of Overwatch's systems. If there is anything you would like to know about Overwatch, all you need is to ask. Once you have been processed in the roster, I will have a tutorial-"
"Genji, you're back!" a golden voice rang out. "And you returned with your brother." Mercy looked him over like she was deciding what was the best way to disect him. Hanzo looked very uncomfortable.
"Hanzo, this is Doctor Angela Zeigler. Agent Mercy." I looked him square in the eye. "She is the one who reconstructed my body."
He shifted uncomfortably. I could only imagine the thoughts he had for the woman who undid all of his hard work.
Master turned to her. "After we met you were so busy working with Genji that I never had the chance to thank you for all the hard work you put into making his body. It really is exquisite." She and I both blushed slightly. Hanzo bristled even more.
"Speeking of which," she turned back to me, "How was everything during the trip? Like I said, it was mostly your old parts."
"Everything feels good, and there weren't any complications or issues." I rolled my shoulders and stretched a little to reassure her."
"And you didn't have any issues adapting back into your old settings from your wander settings?"
"None at all. You always do such good tuning." I tillted my head to Hanzo, who was completely lost to the conversation between us. "After Overwatch, one of the last things Dr. Ziegler did for me was reformat my hardware so I would be able to go long periods of time without needing major maintinance, as well as energy efficcency, and other things like that. It really helped in Nepal. I would have frozen over several times if not for those upgrades."
"Well, I was able to balance durability and lethality with this format."
"I could feel it on the plane-"
"Did you feel any changes in air pressure or-"
"Zenyatta and I were attacked in the cargo bay." Her expression went from worry to fear. "By Talon."
Tracer blinked up close to Zenyatta. "But you guys handled it, ok. I mean, you're here, so had to!"
"Yes, we managed to end things peacefully." Zenyatta was pleased that it had ended like it did.
Winston shambled over. "Are you sure it was Talon? Things don't usually end well when they are involved."
"That's what they called themselves." I crossed my arms and thought. It really was strange behavior on their part.
Zenyatta ruffled through his saffron pants, then pulled out the photo. "We were rewarded with this, when we were able to settle things."
Winston took the picture and held it between his hands. He looked between the image and Zenyatta. "They were looking for you." Master just nodded his head. Then Winston flipped over the picture. There were numbers on the back. Neither Zenyatta nor I were able to make heads or tales of the riddle. "I'll see if I can get this decodded."
"But there is more to it." Hanzo spoke up. "If our enemies know where we are, then it means we have been compromised."
"They at least know where Zenny is, love." Tracer zipped up to Winston. "It's just Zenyatta they were looking for, right? Not neccisarilly Overwatch."
I mused, "They were unaware of me, as well."
"So it might not be a leak?" McCree asked. "Then where they gettin' their intel?"
"And why Zenyatta?" Mercy looked at him. "You said that you were no longer affiliated with the Shambali? If it wasn't anything to do with Overwatch, and not because of being with the Shambali? You are just a standard omnic, correct?"
Zenyatta tilted his head. "While there certianly is no such thing as a standard omnic, there is nothing that I would deem atypical about my construction. Not that I would know. My memory started the first time I came online."
I was starting to get worried. To think that people like Talon were trying to go after my master was dread inducing. "So our only clue is that photo."
"That may be a clue, or it may be a way to waste our time and resources. We need to focus on our breach of security." Hanzo was stiff. I could feel an argument comming on.
"But it might not be a breach of security," I droned back at him. "We already discussed that. Unless you weren't listening."
"I was listening," Hanzo wasn't looking at me. "And all of your 'evidence' was circumstantial at best."
"Sometimes there isn't any physical evidence! There can be truth in meaning!" Zenyatta put his hand on my shoulder. I instantly calmed down. My urge to argue with Hanzo was gone.
Master looked around the room. "What we don't have is anwsers. Though that is not a permenant problem. Finding one solution leads to another."
"Zen's right! Only way we know what that paper means is if we find out!" Tracer beamed up at us, trying to help defuse the tension.
Hanzo just sighed and went silent. The method may not be to his liking, but it was all we could do. He seemed to realize this.
"If that's 'erething that I think we should get Hanzo saddled up with a room. We had quite a few hours 'o flyin'. Who he bunkin' with?" He said it through a toothy grin.
Athen's screen lighted up. "Current room standing is: Tracer with Mercy," I mentally went over the how Mercy was liable to get even less sleep than usuall if she was rooming with tracer for the time being. "Genji and Zenyatta, Winston in a room by himself, due to his size, and McCree with an empty bunk."
"Why did you bother asking if you knew you were the only one with an empty bed?" Hanzo gave him a foul look out the corner of his eye.
McCree gave out a lud belly laugh. "Cause I love the look on your face when ya figgure somthin out. And you like reasons."
"You can been sly when you want to, it seems." Hanzo started to walk towards the door. "Well, then? I thought you were going to lead me to the room."
McCree gave a small wave as he sped up to Hanzo. Tracer just giggled at the door. It was kinda funny. There was no way McCree was gonna get used to rooming with my brother. I sure couldn't.
"I guess we should all get back to work, then." Mercy quietly stated. "I'll be in the med labs."
Then she left, and Trascer soon after. I looked to Winston, who continued to work at his console. He gave a thumbs up.
"Come on Master, lets get back to our room. We need to reset our time zones."
He hovered a bit closer and seemed to smile as he said, "Yes, I am feeling a bit jet lagged." We both laughed, Zenyatta's more of an airy chuckle. I made as little snort as we calmy made our way to some much needed rest.