As Genji went to follow Hanzo into the helecarrier he felt a gentle hand on his arm stop him.

"Doctor?"

"You've been avoiding your check ups, Genji. Now that I have you here, you're not getting away this time." he replied sternly. Genji wanted to argue, pointing to Hanzo as if that should be reason enough for her to let him go but she would have none of it. "McCree can go instead, he'll make sure Hanzo returns in one piece, right McCree." she turns to the cowboy, leveling him with a glare which he meets with an equally sour look.

"I ain't makin' no promises." was his only reply as he walked into the helecarrier. Genji simple sighed as he stepped back with Mercy.

"Walk safely, brother." If Hanzo heard him, he made no indication of it which only served to piss McCree off more. The cowboy couldn't understand why Genji puts so much effort into reconciling with the guy only to get blown off like he doesn't matter. For now McCree keeps these thoughts to himself, chewing anxiously on the butt of his cigar as he packs in behind the archer.

"Wait for me!" Reinhardt calls, practically giggling as he runs into the launch bay.

"How'd you get your suit on so fast?" McCree asked, clearly amazed as Reinhardt boarded the helecarrier in full Crusader armor, hammer in hand.

"Years of practice my friend." he replied as he sat next to the cowboy in the seat specifically made for him. He didn't notice how Hanzo watched him. The eldest Shimada had heard of knights, most often in comparison to samurai. It was almost like Reinhardt had walked right out of a story book, larger than life in battle worn but still glistening armor, weapon in hand ready to defend the weak and poor. Hanzo huffed as he turned away, annoyed that he was getting overly romantic; it was just a suit of armor, it said nothing of the man in it.

The hellecarrier door closed as Athena set the coordinates for Route 66 and sent them off. The trip was much shorter than the trip from Japan to Gibralter and they soon landed on the edge of the old highway near one of the many abandoned mines.

"According to Mei Ling, Reaper and a group of Talon agents were scene headed from the old dinner into the surrounding mines. They were in groups of threes, the main one being lead by someone named Reaper." McCree stated as they walked off the ship. He took a deep breath, nostalgia washing over him for just a moment before he got back to the matter at hand.

"It sounds like they're searching for something." Reinhardt said, McCree nodding his agreement before noticing Hanzo was not with him. He barely noticed as the man slipped up the side of one of the rock faces and honestly he'd be impressed if he wasn't already sour with the elder brother.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Higher ground." was his only reply as he slipped away out of sight. McCree growled under his breath as he and Reinhardt headed in the same direction.

Hanzo paid them no mind as he stalked ahead until he found a spot where he could see most of the highway, or what was left of it. Towards the end he noticed the wreckage of a train, perfect place for an ambush. Taking out a sonic arrow, Hanzo fired it in the direction of the wreck and waited. As he watched for any signs of movement he heard the tittering of a bird near him. Looking up, he noticed the small creature on a ledge just above him, a bright yellow in color; a waxwing. Hanzo looked back at the spot where he'd fired, still nothing. He whistled at the bird, mimicking it's call as he pulled some dried berries from one of his pouches. The bird tilted it's head at him, seeming unsure until it spotted the berries in his hand. Gently it flew down and landed on the tips of his fingers and started to eat.

"You are a long way from home." he told the bird, smiling softly. He'd always liked animals of all shapes and sizes, the true example of purity at it's finest. The waxwing stopped eating, tilting it's head at him as if confused by his statement. Suddenly Hanzo hears a ping from his arrow and the bird flies away; trouble is near. He drops what's left of the berries back in his pouch and grabs his bow again. Three heat signatures, two female one male.

"How the fuck did you get all the way up there!?" If Hanzo weren't so well trained, he would have jumped at the cowboy's sudden yelling from below him. Growling, Hanzo grabbed his communicator.

"Silence, fool, there are enemies nearby." he hissed out.

"What? Where?" McCree continued to shout, this time on purpose, Hanzo was sure of it. He pinched the bridge of his nose when the sound of gunfire had caught their attention; McCree's yelling had caught the enemy's attention and they'd called for back up. The three from before came up the middle while a separate group tried to pinch from the sides, one man on the left, a man and a woman on the right. Hanzo managed to snipe the one calling for help from the first group while Reinhardt took down the other two, swinging his hammer as he cackled. McCree shot the closest of the pinching group, rolling out of the line of fire of the other two. Tossing a flash grenade, he managed to stun the other two before fanning the hammer.

Hanzo was so caught up with watching for more oncoming enemies he did not notice the dark figure quite literally appear behind him. Reaper grabbed the archer by the back of his yukata and tossed him against the wall.

"Mister Shimada, a pleasure to finally meet you." the sinister voiced cooed, blank eyes of the white mask boring into him. Hanzo merely growled, grip tight on his bow as he swung at the other's head. Reaper ducked, using the weight of the bow and Hanzo's momentum to almost push him off the ledge as well as grabbing his arrows from the archer's quiver, snapping them over his knee. "You're on the wrong side, Shimada, the loosing side. You're a killer, like me, and they're going to want to tame you. Join me instead and we will bring Overwatch to it's knees." Reaper continued trying to persuade Hanzo but his stance, the way he spoke, it was as if Reaper was trying to tempt a starving stray with scraps.

Growling, Hanzo made as if to pounce on the specter only to grab the few intact arrows left that had fallen out when Reaper threw him. Three, he had three shots. That was fine, he'd done more with less. The first shot misses, whizzing past Reaper's head. The second catches him right in the thigh, giving Hanzo time to put space between them. Running into one of the dark mine shafts, Hanzo made his way to a dark corner, waiting, listening for his pursuer.

"What did they offer you, Shimada? A 'family', 'redemption'? What a load of mierda." Reaper growled, his voice echoing in the shaft as he grew closer. "I could help you rebuild your empire, bigger, better, stronger." Hanzo loosed the arrow, the last one, and hit dead center one of the eye holes. Reaper dropped like a sack and Hanzo quickly moved over to the body, kicking the shotguns out of reach as he checked for a pulse; nothing. His communicator vibrated in it's pouch and Hanzo turned to try and figure his way back as he answered it.

"Where the hell did you go? You better not be trying to run away, you snake!" McCree huffed causing Hanzo to roll his eyes.

"Someone came up from behind and attacked. He...knew my name, tried to convince me to leave Overwatch. He is dead now." or so Hanzo thought. He didn't notice as Reaper sat up behind him, nor him standing and creeping up behind him. One large hand covered Hanzo's mouth, the other grabbing his wrist holding the communicator.

"Hello, McCree. Still as useless as ever I see." Reaper taunted.

"Who are you!? What have you done to Hanzo?!" McCree demanded.

"Pretty concerned for someone whom you just called a snake. I haven't done anything yet, but no one escapes the Reaper." at that he tossed the communicator aside so he could get a better grip on the struggling archer, black smoke enveloping them both. Hanzo coughed and gagged, the smoke filling his lugs and burning as if he was breathing ash, the stench of rotting, burning flesh filling his nose. He finally manages to push Reaper away, stumbling against a wall, eyes shut tight. He could hear voices, whispers clawing at the back of his mind and when he opened his eyes, familiar shadows danced in his swimming vision.

"What..." he wanted to demand what the other had done to him, what was going on, but it felt like his body was fighting against itself, chest tight and head pounding. All he could do was slide to the floor and curl in on himself, hands covering his ears as whispers became all to familiar screams. As Reaper reached to grab the shivering archer, the titter of a waxwing and a loud, "Dweet, dweet, dweet!" caught his attention, only giving him the faintest warning as pullets shot out from the dark.