The space beside him was empty when Nathan opened his eyes. The blanket on Hanzo's side had been folded back with that particular neatness she applied to everything, as though even leaving a bed was something she did deliberately. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the muffled sounds rising from the tavern floor below, the scrape of chairs, low voices, someone laughing at something that probably wasn't that funny.
He didn't have to think hard about where she'd gone. The Shinobis. She would have been up before dawn to go ask whether Genzo had made contact, whether any word had come through their network. Nathan almost hoped he had. It wouldn't mean reworking the whole plan, yes, but it would also mean Genzo was breathing, which made him useful instead of just absent.
For now though, there was nothing to do but wait.
