This is my new series of one-offs about Amelie and Hanzo's relationship. Because I'm trash for the ship and it needs more love.

These are canon with my other works, meaning these are the same Amelie and Hanzo appearing in Widowmaker's Revenge and Double Date in Tokyo.

Mission in Oasis

Oasis. A shining jewel rising out of deserts of Iraq, dedicated to what science could achieve without restraint. A new Babylon, if you will. It's a place where, due to all the major scientific breakthroughs achieved, major power brokers of the world try to jockey influence of the governing Ministries for their own end. Occasionally through drastic means.

One of the city center highlights is the elBuffi restaurant, one of the finest dining establishments in the world, with a reservation backlog rumored to be a year. Only the best for a place that strives to be the world's best city. The place had recently expanded to include a bar, more seating, and an expanded kitchen space, but it didn't make getting a table any easier.

The lobby was crowded when two potential patrons entered with intertwined arms. The man wearing a fine black suit with a skinny tie, the woman an elegant dark navy dress cut in a way to expose her scarred, tattooed upper torso and arms. She was carrying a duffle bag marked with the Overwatch logo on it.

Overwatch agents Hanzo Shimada and Amelie Lacroix, known as "Huntress," had entered the premises.

"Hanzo Shimada, party of two," the archer told the Omnic host.

"Ah yes, Mr. Shimada, we were expecting you," the Omnic responded. "Would you like that bag checked in, miss?"

"Oui, merci," Amelie responded, leaving it beside the host's stand as another Omnic came to take it away.

"Right this way," the host lead them to a table for two, situated underneath one of the many Arabic arches. The dining area was full of patrons and omnics scrambling around trying to get orders and deliveries right. Once Amelie and Hanzo sat down, there wasn't an empty table in sight. "May I ask what brings you two to Oasis?"

"We're here on business," Hanzo sternly replied, being handed a menu and starting to read it.

"It's also our anniversary," Amelie told the host.

"Oh how wonderful. How long have you been married?"

"Oh, we're not married. We've only been dating four months."

"Oh I apologize. I just haven't known someone to celebrate an occasion like that here."

"Well, my koishii (darling) deserves the best," Hanzo said, starting to smirk. "She's made the time we've spent together the happiest of my life."

"You as well, mon cher," Amelie said, giving a smile and starting to drag her leg against the side of Hanzo's pants underneath the table.

"I'll give you two a minute to look everything over. Your waiter will be along shortly," the host replied before leaving the couple to their own, looking over the given menus.

"What looks good to you, cher?" Amelie asked, still rubbing her leg against his.

"What time is there to look at food? We have a target to find."

"And we will in due time. Just keep a lookout. I'm thinking maybe this gourmet falafel to start."

"Amelie,"

"Oh don't worry Hanzo, I'm sure it's big enough to share."

"No, Amelie. I see him."

Hanzo gazed across the dining area to the newly added bar, where he spied another Japanese man wearing a similar outfit to him, except he wore sunglasses and had much messier hair. He was looking across the restaurant as well, but not for Hanzo.

"Is it him?" Amelie whispered.

"Yep. Kuoru Nakahara. One of the best hitmen the Tokyo underworld has to offer."

"Do you know if who he's after is here?"

"Hello," one of the omnic waiters stopped by their table, Amelie and Hanzo too wrapped up in their mission talk to see it coming up to them. "I am server unit 738 and I'll be taking your orders this evening. Is there anything you'd like to drink?"

Neither of them were expecting a waiter so quickly. They haven't had time to look over what drinks were available. Hanzo wasn't paying attention, still eying the man across the room.

"What kind of wine do you have?" Amelie asked.

"Plenty from all over the world. We just got this Robert Mondavi red straight from Nappa Valley this past week. We also got a tart, white in from Dijon,"

"Give us that, two glasses," she rushed out.

"Will do. You need more time deciding your orders?"

"Yes we need more time, don't we cher?" Amelie directed at Hanzo, her leg rubbing against his turning into a kick.

"What, oh yes we do," Hanzo replied once his mind was back at the table.

"I'll get that wine for you right away," the waiter left them be.

"Hanzo, don't be constantly looking over there," Amelie felt the need to tell her boyfriend. "You'll appear suspicious."

"It's called keeping an eye on your target. A fellow sniper should know how important that is. He hasn't left the bar, by the way."

"Yes, but we're in the same room as him, not ten stories above the ground."

"You should take notes then. We're in my element, koishii. Dealing with insolents in a fine establishment."

"I've had my fair share of missions in fine dining establishments too, cher."

"Hold on, I think they're here."

Hanzo spied out two other people walking across the dining area. One a woman wearing a hijab, the other man with a Keffiyeh, both wearing business suits. They were being escorted to a similar table for two, but in the middle of the room.

"I have a read on Anya Al-Shahrani and Youssef Al-Jabiri," Hanzo whispered.

"Are you certain?" Amelie whispered back.

"Look for yourself," Hanzo urged. Amelie looked over her left shoulder to see the same people Hanzo pointed out. It was the same faces on their mission report. Two of the Ministry heads that govern all of Oasis. And she saw the shady man at the bar Hanzo identified as Kuoru Nakahara. He was looking the same direction Hanzo was towards the two Ministry heads. He downed his glass of scotch and started making his way towards their table.

"Your wine," their waiter returned with a bottle of white wine and two glasses, setting them on the table and pouring. Hanzo didn't pay no mind, instead getting up from the table and making his way over to the same table.

"Do you need more time to decide?" the waiter asked.

"No, I think we're ready to order," Amelie told him, acting obvious to Hanzo's absence.

Al-Shahrani and Al-Jabiri were in the middle of a conversation about their days at Oasis University, having just ordered drinks as well. Al-Shahrani, as head of the Ministry of Geology, talked about how the latest efforts to export Oasis' desert construction technology to North Africa had stalled again. Al-Jabiri, with the Ministry of Biology, went off on the latest ruffian attempt to deface the Abu Hassoun Gardens as Kuoru approached their table.

"Excuse me, you two," Kuoru started off with. He had a speech prepared, about how it would be unwise to ignore his employer's demands before killing them. But it was interrupted by Hanzo's presence.

"Kuoru Nakahara. I haven't seen you since I worked with the Oshiros to take out the Yamashitas."

"Y-you, Shimada," Kouru's train of thought shifted to this new threat. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm sorry, do you two know each other?" Al-Shahrani asked, feeling the two ministry heads were now interfering with a conversation.

"Yes I do," Hanzo replied. "I know this man, a star hitman of the Tokyo underworld. Tell me, who's paying you to carry out their hits here?"

"How do I know you're not here doing the same thing?" Kuoru bit back.

"Oh you haven't been keeping up. I'm with Overwatch now, bringing people who break international law like I suspect you've done, or about to do given who we're here with."

All eyes were on Kuoru, as his seemingly easy task of taking out the ministry heads was growing more and more impossible. He dragged an arm along the side of his coat, feeling his gun against the fabric.

"I have another agent with me too," Hanzo boasted. "You might've heard of her, a lovely woman going by Huntress. If I can't deal with you, she will. So if you could just cease whatever you were going to do and come with us, there'll be no trouble."

The hitman's mission was foiled, not suspecting having to deal with two Overwatch agents. Whatever his employer was paying him, it was nowhere near enough to deal with this. In a panic, all Kuoru could do was throw a quick punch at Hanzo from across the table, making a quick getaway through the restaurant crowds.

"Amelie, he's running!" Hanzo shouted as he recovered, with Amelie, having watched the whole exchange, getting up in quick response. She needed to bring out the bag she brought in, but remembered it was checked into wherever they store extras here. So she ran back up to the host stand towards the front as Hanzo gave followed her.

"My bag, where'd you put my bag?" Amelie hassled the omnic host.

"We put it with all the other checked-in items," the host hesitated to respond. He pointed to his left where the guests coats would be checked in.

Amelie ran over and jumped over the divider, forcing the omnic attendant out of its way. She found the bag she brought in underneath one of the coat hangers. She unzipped it, pulling out Hanzo's bow, with a few arrows handy, tossing them to him, and the parts of her rifle, starting to assemble it. It was a new model she requested to better fit her regular Huntress outfit. Slick black with silver, gold and red ornamentations. And more powerful than the ones she used previously as part of Talon and Overwatch.

With her rifle assembled, Amelie jumped back into the restaurant area, running for the front door as Hanzo was already outside, working on getting some arrows off at Kuoru. None had yet landed their mark as the hitman hid behind some cars and shrubberies, firing back when he had the chance. The archer ran out of arrows to use as Kuoru, finally continued making his getaway.

"I've got this," Amelie urged her boyfriend to back off.

Amelie walked down the restaurant's front steps onto the street, seeing Kuoru was still running towards the archway leading to a gazebo in the city square. Very much in her sights.

She raised her rifle and popped the scope up, her mind quickly running through where the best non-lethal shot would be. Arm? Leg? Torso? Where would he end up as she made her shot?

The target ran up the steps underneath the arch as Amelie pulled the trigger, a loud crack emitting from the rifle, causing the onlooking crowds to duck. Kuoru fell down as he reached the top step, incapacitated as Amelie and Hazno made their way down the street to the target.

Kuoru was clenching his left buttock, where Amelie's bullet embedded itself.

The Oasis police arrived at the scene momentarily, carrying the perpetrator to a police car, as Amelie and Hanzo were brought over to explain themselves.

"I take it you two are responsible for this?" one of the officer's scolded the two agents.

"We're with Overwatch, madame," Amelie explained. Hanzo handed over both their I.D.'s to show the officer. "We have reason to believe this man was going to carry out an assassination attempt on two Ministry heads."

"Oh yeah, Miss, um, Huntress? Do you have any proof?"

"Contact Overwatch when you bring this guy to your jail. One of our data gatherers will go over the facts with you. I'm sure you'll be satisfied then."

As the police drove off, Amelie and Hanzo turned around and headed back to the restaurant, holding hands with their weapons of choice held in their free hands. The late evening sun beated down on the two; the sweat and adrenaline of carrying out their task had both their faces feeling warm.

"Well that was exhilarating," Amelie looked at her boyfriend's face with a smirk. "You think our dinners came out by now?"

"We didn't even order it yet!"

"I ordered while you were making a fool of yourself before. Hope you like kebabs!"

I have ideas for future installments, but I'm open to ideas. Hit me up at .com if you have any story ideas for me to write.