In hindsight he should have expected this and not felt so betrayed by any tricks he had long since realized Jesse would eventually try. It was a dangerous, tentative line that they walked, Jesse’s freedom as important to Hanzo as it was a problem, and while he allowed the man a great deal of leniency in order to achieve his goals, there was bound to be issues that came up, especially since his accomplice had a knack for being nearly as sly as Hanzo himself. Sometimes it was nothing big, just Jesse testing the limits of their waters and getting on Hanzo’s nerves, sometimes it wasn’t even his fault but rather the incompetence of Overwatch… but this time it was different.
He allowed for the exchange of very specific information between his organization and Overwatch, tightly controlling what Jesse did or did not relay to his superiors in order to maintain his apparent innocence in the entire scheme he had set up. He didn’t mind if everything around him crashed and burned if it meant getting his revenge and dismantling something which should have been gone years ago, so long as it kept him high enough above the turmoil in the end. Overwatch could have whatever secrets they wanted, and he would let them think that Jesse had yet to be caught by him, and that all of this was unplanned and their recruit was simply that good.
But he would not allow theft, and would not allow secrets that had actual merit to his own survival get into the hands of people like them, and he wasn’t sure if it was because Jesse was just trying to push his buttons once more or if he genuinely thought he could get away with it, but the man had made an attempt to do just that.
Intercepting Jesse was no challenge, and before the man could orient himself and realize he was being followed Hanzo had already taken hold of him, pinning him chest-first to the cold unrelenting wall of one of the buildings he had been trying to sneak around, mashing his face into the stone with a snarl. Hanzo knew he didn’t have to explain his reasoning, his other hand travelling roughly across Jesse’s body until he finally found what he was looking for, pulling the small chip out from its hiding place.
“You are starting to get on my nerves,” he muttered, pocketing the information the man had been trying to steal with far more care than his subsequent treatment of Jesse. Once the technology was safely secured, he yanked at Jesse’s hair, pulling his head to the side so that his cheek pressed against the wall, leaning over and forcing him to stare into the cold shine of his eyes, taking hold of Jesse’s arm and pulling it back, just short of enough force to break it. “Tell me why I shouldn’t snap your damn neck for what you just tried to pull.”
