This story is the continuation of Behind closed doors so if you haven't read that one I suggest to start there. This novel is more storydriven than BCD and also involves more focus on the other characters in the Overwatch family.
The story picks up...
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Hanzo put down his cup of tea with a sigh and got up on his feet.
'Uncivilized people who don't respect a man's meditation,' he thought as he corrected his clothes. 'But what should one expect from scum such as these.'
He walked over to the cell door while raising an unimpressed eyebrow at the guard's eyes.
"What?" he grunted.
"Behave yourself," the guard said in a cocky voice.
"I always do," Hanzo said calmly. "I have manners... unlike you people."
The guard huffed, annoyed, and aimed his gun at Hanzo's face. Hanzo didn't move an inch.
"As I just said...," Hanzo said condescendingly.
"I should just end you right here and now then!" the guard growled at him.
"There, there...," a female voice calmly said behind the guard. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
The guard stepped to the side and Hanzo's expression changed to one of slight surprise.
"Lily?" he said, surprised. "I did not expect to see your face again... although I must say it was not that surprising finding out that you had affiliated yourself with this low-life organization."
"Amélie," she corrected him, showing no emotions towards Hanzo's insult.
"I see...," Hanzo responded. "I guess there is more to you than I expected."
Amélie rested her rifle over her shoulders while holding it in place with her wrists.
"You don't know anything about me," she said condescendingly.
"Apparently I do not...," Hanzo calmly agreed as he looked her up and down. "You look different... I mean, that outfit... quite an interesting choice..."
Amélie was wearing a skin-tight purple leotard with knee-high boots and a deep cleavage, revealing her toned body. Her long black hair was tied up in a knot that ran through a dark purple helmet.
"I could say the same thing about yours," Amélie calmly said while nodding at Hanzo's traditional Japanese attire.
Hanzo gave her a crooked smile and leaned his arms out between the jail bars.
