Hard Time Chapter 1

~{Hard Time Part 18}~

The week went by in steps with Hanzo completing a task day by day. When Monday rolled around he turned in his paperwork in Morrison in a timely manner; Tuesday consisted of retrieving his weapon from Winston, testing it out, resizing, and then improvements; Wednesday and Thursday were solo training days involving different situations and evaluations; Friday stepped up the challenge by expanding the training sessions. Instead of having just each and individual member responsibly completing their training for the week, the Commander had them do their routine team communication exercise. It would be Hanzo's first, but as his brother explained it wasn't really anything to be nervous about.

The exercise started from the day and drew out into the late afternoon. Two groups of six were stuck on either attack or defense for the first half of the day, then would switch sides the next half. Given a specific amount of time, the attacking side is to obtain the enemy flag and bring it back to their base before time runs out. In contrast, defense is to communicate with their team in preventing the opposing team from capturing their flag. It sounded simple enough to Hanzo, but communication seemed to be his weakness starting out. Being so use to the chronic push of survival - running, hiding, sticking to the shadows - becoming a lone wolf is something he had adapted to growing up in a strict lifestyle. Facing the harsh realities have scarred Hanzo's brain to mature faster than the average child in a less disciplined stricken home. To face inhumane punishments, commit unjust actions, and expect to exceed high expectations shaped the older Shimada into being an emotionless robot. Though tactical and very skillful with a bow, a major component he lacked came communication. What is to be expected of an heir set to lead a family empire? Leadership. What is to be expected of an agent of Overwatch? Hanzo is still trying to figure that out.

The teams were settled among the first section of agents. Not everyone would be able to participate because of the large population of agents, but they would get their turn soon enough. Scheduled for the day were Hanzo, Genji, Tracer, Hana, Orisa, Baptiste, Mei, McCree, Zenyatta, Brigitte, Torbjörn, and Symmetra. They were all gathered inside of the training arena for the simulation. The room is huge to say the least, decorated with white panels that extended towards the ceiling creating a dome like structure. They were only slightly reflective, but they illuminated the space to look larger than it actually was. Each member wore a special body suit that held carbon fiber sensors that would react to the simulated weapons they were given. To put it in perspective, if a member were to aim their simulated weapon and shoot an opposing team member the enemy would feel a charge against their skin. The small shock is simply there to encourage not to get shot in the first place. Remarkably their weapons resembled the same designs as their natural choice of defense to the very detail. In a way it made Hanzo think about Symmetra and her ability to wield hard light at the end of her fingertips. The only difference between the simulation weaponry and Satya's hard light is the manipulation. All agents stood at the fore front facing Jack, Ana and Reinhardt. In a line they stood waiting for their further instructions. Depending upon the skill, communication, and execution, the three commanding officers of Overwatch will determine who will best suit the mission next week.

"In Team A, I want Hanzo, Genji, Baptiste, Hana, Brigitte, and Symmetra." Ana looked up from her tablet watching as the said agents starting moving towards their called group. She then looked back down calling out the second team, "On Team B will be Tracer, Orisa, Mei, McCree, Zenyatta, and Torbjörn." Repeating the same actions, she watched as the teams form together.

"The goal of the simulation for Team A will be to grab the enemy flag and return it to their base in thirty minutes or less. Team B, your job is to keep the flag protected until time runs out. Results of your performance will be announced by the end of the day." Commander Morrison informed with hands clasped behind his back. A once golden commander in his younger dragged through hell after the incident still stood with the same posture of an exceptional leader.