"Oh, Genji! Up and about I see! Genji?"

Genji looked up to meet the quizzical eyes of the ape, actively maintaining eye contact for fear of him disappearing inexplicably from where he stood.

"Fancy bumping into you here," said the ape, "I was actually on my way back from collecting something to mark your induction into Overwatch."

The cyborg found his voice. "It is all confirmed, then?"

He replied with a throaty laugh. "In Overwatch, you quickly learn that hardly anything gets confirmed or officiated. It seems like most of the things that happen around here are often the result of the whims and quirks of its inhabitants." He ambled past him, gesturing with a hand. "Paperwork comes later if at all. It's understandable seeing how things may come up without sparing us the luxury of time for consideration. Your arrival here for example. It also helps with the clandestine nature of our work, in one sector in particular. Follow me, we can talk in the command center while I fill you in on what this is all about."

"I'm looking for Doctor Ziegler."

"Wasn't she with you? Did you lose her?"

Winston's face visibly darkened after Genji gave him an account of what happened. "I think I may have an idea of where she might be. Don't worry though, it's nothing to concern yourself over. She'll find us on her own when all is said and done."

"Oh, speaking of paperwork," Winston said as he glanced back, "I've arranged for transportation for you and Lena. The shuttle leaves tomorrow at noon. It'd take you to mainland where you'll take another carrier bound for Korea." He held the door open. "Have a seat, I just have to set this up before I hand it over to you."

He continued onto the panels where he pulled out a small silver case from seemingly out of nowhere which he in turn also opened, and resting in black styrofoam padding was a little chrome device about the size of a finger.

Winston placed the rectangular contraption atop a circular platform on the desk which started to glow after it made contact. After a moment of Winston looking back and forth between it and the monitor before him typing on his keyboard easily, he retrieved it and approached the cyborg.

"Now," started Winston, holding up the shiny piece of metal, "this right here is a little device that we supply to our Overwatch operatives. Think of it as a dog-tag, with the added functionality of GPS tracking to the closest meter and communications capabilities. It's radio wave though, so it won't work across large distances or if there's interference in the area."

"I am not a dog. I am human," Genji declared.

The ape furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not…" He paused, considering his words. "All of us have something like this. For Mercy, it takes the form of a transparent contact lens she wears on her left eye. For Jack, it's numerous microscopic nano-bots in his bloodstream. I know, I know… it doesn't sound exactly pleasant, but the point of these tags is to make it so that in the event of a capture of any of us, they can still remain on our persons and usable with the perpetrators none the wiser."

"It's actually astounding to think how technology have come this far," mused the scientist, turning the device in his hand. "This is actually one of the earlier models, and it's huge compared to the ones we have available to us now. Well, without further ado — He carefully squeezed it, and with a soft click, three metal needlelike protrusions extended from either side on the length side chrome, folding into itself and wriggling about in an uncanny resemblance of a spider behind held by its back – we can begin the implant."

The chair toppled onto the ground as the cyborg jumped backwards rapidly. "Get that thing away from me!"

"I admit," said the ape, looking at the writhing metal legs with a vague expression, "it's not the most elegant bio-tag in the world, but it gets the job done." He glanced back to the cyborg, now at the other end of the room. "I'm more surprised at the distance you managed to cover with one leap. Backwards, no less."

"It is a monstrosity! An insult to all creation! An affront to all that is good and right in this world!"

The tiny legs went limp.

"You hurt its feelings," observed Winston.

"Feelings?" cried Genji, slowly shuffling sideways to the door which led to the sanctuary of an appendage free hallway, all the time watching Winston's hand cautiously. "That thing does not have feelings!"

"I don't understand what you're so worried about!"

"The—the legs! Why with the legs?"

"It's needed for it to adhere itself to your person."

"Adhere?" exclaimed Genji, his voice breaking, "to me?" He was almost to the door now. "I will not allow it. Never! To my last breath—"

The door swung wide and came to a stop when it connected with the side of the cyborg's head. Discombobulated, he slid down the wall and sat heavily upon the floor.

"Genji?" Someone crossed into the room and peeked around the door. His metal encased head was still vibrating from the impact. "Is that you?"

"Angela! We were just talking about you. We're currently in the process of providing Genji his bio-tag." He raised it for emphasis, the thin metal legs glimmering under the lamplight as they clawed at the air. "He's not taking it very well."

"I told you before, Winston," sighed the doctor in exasperation, "activate it only after you get behind him. It gives even me goosebumps just looking at it."

"I forgot."

She rounded the door and lowered, offering the cyborg a hand. "Genji, are you alright? I should have been more careful with the door."

"'s 'kay," he answered in a slur. Grasping her hand, he started to hoist himself up, which led to the doctor losing her balance under his weight, and collapsing on top of him.

Angela scrambled off of his prone form, blushing beet red. "Ah, I'm so sorry! I forgot."

"'s 'kay."

Winston paced across the room. "Now seems like a pretty good time to do it."

"Give it here, I'll take care of it."

Goosebumps aggressively rose upon the surface of the doctor's skin as she carefully extracted the device from the ape, reached behind the cyborg and carefully placed it legs-first to the small of his back. The little thing quelled its frenzy when it made contact with him. It felt around and took some time to orient itself before scurrying hidden between two plates of armor in the middle of his back, and plunged its appendages into six tiny holes found there, firmly embedding itself into his armor.

Winston touched a button on a panel and spoke into the microphone. "Genji, can you hear me?"

Genji jumped and sat up quickly. He wore a grimace of pain nobody could see. "Loud! Very loud—"

Realizing his mistake, the ape turned a dial counter-clockwise for two full turns. "Better?"

"Very much so."

"Sorry about that."

The cyborg slowly turned to face him. Stoicism, annoyance or acceptance, it could've meant anything. The scientist wondered if it was possible to modify his system to change the color of its glow based on his general mood. It's not very easy trying to read a man from a faceplate.

"Well, now that's done with…" Winston returned behind the counters and fumbled with something beneath them, and pulled up a hunk a mangled metal with numerous wires and cabling snaking out of it. He dropped it on the table with a thud, shaking mugs and monitors. "The encryption on these things are actually more difficult to crack than I thought it'd be, so I don't know how long it'd take to do so, if at all."

"Are those… the things that attacked?" asked Genji.

Winston nodded and sighed. "I'll see what I can do, but I suppose in the meantime I should submit a report to the board and make a request for counter-intelligence measures. I'm not overly fond of the idea of leaked information." With a troubled expression, the ape looked at the mess on the table for another moment before clapping his hands together, his eyes lighting up. "But that's a worry for another day. We have to prepare for the cook out!"

Mercy narrowed her eyes. "Cook out?"

"Jack didn't tell you?" He gave her a toothy grin. "It's been a long time since we've had this much company on the watch point, so you won't deny me this one indulgence, Angela."

"I would like to," she said slowly, "but with the backlog of documents I've yet to deal with, and me having supposed to have left for Nepal four days ago, I don't know if I can afford such a luxury."

Winston waved her off. "You'd be surprised how much free time 'unforeseen circumstances' on a status report can grant you. Besides, I've taken the liberty of filling out most of the information on your forms while the machine was working. All that's needed is your signature on a number of them."

Walking towards the table, Angela picked up a bunch of papers bound by a bull-clip. She licked a finger and rifled through them. She paused and blinked. "Winston, for my uniform application… how do you know my three sizes?"

From where he was, Genji could see the ape's leg twitch.

"It's all logged into the system," he answered easily, "it was a while back though, so I could understand if you don't exactly remember."

She pondered that for a moment. "Is that so? Admittedly, I don't have the best memory… it must have slipped my mind."

Winston's leg stopped twitching.

"Still, I don't know…"

"Come now Angela, out of everyone here, you deserve this the most," argued the scientist. "You've been so hard at work with everything and had so little sleep. I've already booked for your transportation to Nepal: two days from now. You might as well take the time you have remaining here to relax and rest."

"Since you put it that way…" She bit her lip thoughtfully for a while before her eyes started to glow too. "It's been forever. I'll finish up the rest of this and then I'll allow myself to look forward to it. Thank you, Winston."

"It's my pleasure." He pushed up his glasses. "We're having it tonight. I'll get the camera and barbecue pit ready, and Genji, you can help me with the benches and food."

Winston spent the rest of the day talking and explaining to Genji the ins and outs of the organization, and any other questions he might have had about his trip to Korea. Before long, the two found themselves outside as the sun lazily submerged itself into the sea across the horizon with them carrying crates and equipment out onto the shore. The sky, painted a warm amber, washed the watch point with an aura of comfortable inertia.

Genji carefully set down the three long wooden benches he had hung over one shoulder and without thinking, dropped the cooler he held in his other hand. It dug into the ground, wedging itself almost halfway through.

He pulled it out and stared at the indentation it left on the dirt. "What is in this?"

Winston moved over and popped it open. "The fruit of genius, a lovechild culminated from millennia of human research, and progress!" He leaned out of the way and gestured to it with a grandeur that befitted the greatest creation of all time, as though granting him entry through the Pearly Gates themselves.

Tenderly picking up a piece among several others packed in ice, the cyborg turned it about in his hands and read the label. "Peanut butter… ice-cream sandwiches."

He would have raised an eyebrow at him. Unfortunately, there was the issue of his wearing a faceplate. And also a lack of eyebrows.

"Are you not impressed?" asked Winston, triumphant.

"No."

"Hey, you lot!"

The newcomers came in the form of the pilot and the American. "We just heard about the barbecue! I haven't had one in ages." Lena looked over their shoulders at the disorganized clutter of boxes and disposable utensils. "Need help setting it up?"

"It'd be much appreciated," smiled Winston. "Any idea where Jack and Angela are?"

"Morrison's going over some reports," McCree stated, "he'll be down quick. Not sure about the doctor, though."

"I'm sure she will arrive soon. We're supposed to meet when the sun's set, after all," said Winston. "McCree, help set up the benches along the tables. You fold up the tables by… let's see. Oh! Don't worry about it, I'm sure I can get it repaired. Yes, like that! We'll have two of them joined, that'll be enough. Lena, you can help unpack the food. They're the boxes with the yellow straps. Here's the box cutter."

Soon enough, the four set into a rhythm about their tasks, and the silence, accompanied by the sound of waves, was broken occasionally among them in the form of idle questions and small talk.

"So monkey—"

"—scientist," corrected the ape.

"—did you find out anything about the what'cha-ma-call-it?" finished McCree.

"The B-28?" replied Winston, "so far, not yet. In the meantime though, I'll see what I can do about potential sources for intelligence leaks."

"Hard to believe, in'nit? Traitors in Overwatch."

Winston sighed as he poured charcoal into the barbecue. "It's still possible that it might not necessarily be. For now, only time will tell." He swung around with a pair of tongs in hand and tapped at the barbecue pit. "I do hope not though, it'd be ugly if Overwatch operatives were pitted against each other."

In unison, all three raised their heads and looked at him for moment, holding their silence. Just as silently, they slowly returned to what they were doing, the mood slightly different from before.

The cyborg however, did not stop looking at him. "Oh!" he finally said, rapping his fist into an open palm. "I get it!"

Genji laughed.

The sun disappeared over the horizon as three pairs of eyes watched the cyborg express his amusement. Two pairs incredulous, one pair grateful.