Hard Time Chapter 1

~{Hard Times Part 1}~

[10:37 PM]

Two months, three weeks, five days, and 20 hours later there was finally word about the ex-heir to the Shimada Clan. Strange how things were suddenly so quiet for days on end, until one odd evening there was a sighting of the skilled Japanese man just getting drunk over at a nearby bar somewhere in Tokyo about a few miles off from where Jesse just so happen to be. The priority of his current mission was pushed back for a later date just to find this Hanzo Shimada and get him on the team.

"Why are we desperate to have this guy join Overwatch again? Trying to trigger Genji?" McCree cooed into the com-link smirking despite Morrison not seeing. 

"For the last time McCree, we need him for his knowledge about the Shimada Clan. He knows it better than anyone else, so maybe he will be able to gain access to their current tech and information. Rumor is the Yakuza--" Blah blah blah. It wouldn't be the first rodeo this cowboy had come across the Shimada. Jesse looked down at the hologram device in his hand swiping to his left to take a glance of the photo he was sent about thirty minutes ago. McCree glanced back up looking at his surroundings spotting  food stations and bright lights to a night club, and then further down with a glowing neon pink sign was the name of the bar. "Bingo." Jesse smirked tipping his hat over his eyes after swiping his hand in the air to get rid of the hologram and proceed to his intended destination. 

"Are you even listening Jesse?!" Morrison yelled making McCree wince from the other side. 

"What? Yeah, get the dragon boy and get out. Sounds easy enough. Alright I'm going in, I'll talk to ya' when the Shimada is in reach." 

"Just don't do anything stupid." A sigh of defeat came from Morrison's end. 

McCree gave out a giggle stopping just outside of the entrance. "No promises."

"You're still on the signal." 

"Shit!" McCree pressed his finger against the side of his ear before clearing his throat and walking into the bar. The back of his spurs clicked against the wood as he approached the inside. He took a glance to his left before walking up to the bar. He sat down letting his hazel eyes take note of the location of the back doors and windows. McCree was about to turn his attention towards the bartender when asked about the type of beverage he wanted, but his gaze caught attention to someone over at one of the tables. Their back was slouched, hair a messy, blood splattered against their white dress shirt, a loosened tie and slacks. The guy looked oddly familiar. For a moment Jesse had to glance back the photo description just to make sure he was looking at the right person. "Yup. That's him."  Ignoring the confused Japanese bartender, Jesse pushed himself away from the counter and walked over to the mumbling Shimada, and pressed his back against the wall crossing his arms looking towards the other. 

Hanzo lazily looked towards the three empty glasses to his side before noticing movement through his peripheral vision. Shifting his position in the chair he tilted his head gazing over at the stranger, "Amerikahito?" Jesse rose a brow confirming Hanzo's suspicions. "What are you staring at stranger? Are you the one who is suppose to give me drinks?" The drunken man shakily grabbed the glass holding it out for the servant to take. 

"Actually. . ." McCree pushes his back off the wall and took the glass setting it back down on the table. "I'm here on business Mr. Shimada. I'm here to discuss your recruitment at Overwatch." He said at a near whisper making sure the ears around them heard limited information.

The Shimada looked dazed towards his still empty glass. "So. . .is that a no to the drinks?" he asked pouting slightly. 

McCree couldn't believe this man was suppose to be the heir to a huge family empire, the man that 'killed' his own brother, the one that Overwatch wanted as a team member. This had to be a joke. He started to regret his decision on having this mission be a priority from the one he could have been working. The gunslinger sighed standing up straight rolling back his shoulders opening his mouth to speak, but was rudely interrupted to some angry yelling Japanese coming by the entrance Jesse had just come from.  

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[Authors Note: For those of you who do not follow me on instagram you might be confused on what is meant by 'you get to choose the path taken'. Let me explain. On my instagram I have been inspired by the idea to start making fanfictions through my Hanzo account. How I originally had the idea structured is that my followers would read my story and choose 1 from 3 options how the next part of the story will go.  I absolutely love the system because it engages me with my follower and lets the story build a creative plot. However, I have found myself straining to easily provide enough content through a post. As a solution, I was given the suggestion to put my fanfic here. To digress on the matter, I will still be posting the 3 choice options on my Hanzo account--which is 0.Shimada_Hanz.0 for those who would like to participate in where the story will lead. 

Alas, Thank you and enjoy.]