There was something convinient in the Shrike’s ability to always find him when she needed to speak. It made for a lot less communication needed between them. He didn’t particularly LIKElingering in his home country - as much as he adored it, he still had many enemies there. Finding a safe place to stay grew harder and harder within Hanamura. As a result, he’d taken to procuring a small apartment in the city far beyond the little cliff village he grew up in.
His activities in Japan were entirely based on his mercenary missions, all jobs unrelated to any group he didn’t see fit to work for. Contrary to popular belief, he did have a CREED he stuck to without wavering, something that tended to make certain contractors angry with him. Not that it mattered - they couldn’t make him do anything.
Ana’s arrival is unexpected but welcome. While they couldn’t see each other often, he always enjoyed the conversations he had with her. That being said, even with her cordial greeting, he was exceedingly aware of WHY she had arrived.
“You do not intrude - but if I were to be so bold as to assume something of you, I would think you’ve come to ask about a certain CONTRACT,” he’s shifted away after closing the door, going into the kitchen where a kettle steams with water on the stove. “Someone named WINSTON, yes? I was approached with an…exuberant offer to say the least.”
“That would be correct.” She confirmed, unwilling to beat around the bush - she and Hanzo may in theory be competitors, but reality had brought them together more often than it had pitter them against each other. The world was vast enough for the two of them, and common goals and friends made for a powerful argument in favour of the cordiality that reigned between them. Ana pressed the button on the side of her head to retract her mask, and followed in her host’s footsteps.
“As I’m sure you already know, Winston was part of Overwatch, once upon a time. One of our top scientists, and a good friend.” The latter addition surely would not make a single difference to anyone else, but Ana deemed Hanzo deserving of her utmost honesty. Though she had never heard of him participating in any Talon operation, Ana knew it did not equate with fighting with the newly reformed Overwatch; they had many enemies out there, and the old commander hoped her young friend would not be one of them.
“I believe he has attracted... unwanted attention, lately.” Proving that something or someone had kept tabs on Overwatch’s old communication channels - much as she had. The Recall was a reckless idea, but what kind of mentor would she have been, all those years ago, if she didn’t at least tacitly support her old friends taking up arms?
After all, dragon, shrike or gorilla of science, everyone had their own path of hope and redemption to follow. “I came to ask you not to take that contract.”
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