"Nerf This!"

Sombra ran for the cockpit, pushing the stunned D.va out of the way. She'd done her research. She'd seen D.va's streams. She knew that the self-destruct feature on Tokki could be activated with ease from inside.

She quickly started the sequence and leapt out of the cockpit, narrowly tripping over D.va as she tried to get back to her feet. Without stopping, Sombra grabbed D.va, scooping her up in her arms, and ran from the mech as fast as she could, trying to get back to the hoverbike.

3...

2...

1...

Sombra fell into the sand as the mech exploded, sending a shockwave that rocked the beach, toppling garbage cans and flinging abandoned parasols into the air. Windows of buildings close to the beach cracked. Any remaining civilians fled the scene. Sombra reflexively covered D.va with her body as waves of sand washed over them.

When the world stopped moving, the two women crawled out from their impromptu sandy grave. They looked at the massive crater where the mech once stood, the carnage on the boardwalk. Then Sombra calmly grabbed the waist of D.va's shorts and yanked them down to her ankles, along with the thong beneath. D.va went bright red as her pussy came into view, shaved bald save for a bunny-shaped patch of hair above her clit, but she didn't fight it. Sombra quickly pocketed the thong, discarding the shorts.

"The video feed didn't survived the blast, but I think I win anyways, chica."

Sombra expected outrage, or at least an expression of defeat. But instead, D.va smiled, shyly looking at the ground.

"You really are that good. I was wondering if you'd figure it out. Phreaking is the oldest form of modern hacking, a relic. And you figured it out on the fly."

Sombra blinked in surprise under her helmet, followed by a guarded glare.

"You expected me to figure it out. Was this a test? Was this was all a set-up?"

"Not all of it. I expected you to confront me in person, but I didn't expect the hovercraft." D.va pulled herself into a sitting position and covered her chest self-consciously, as if losing her bikini top also wasn't part of the plan. "But Tokki isn't usually rigged for sound activation, no. Far too much of a liability on the battlefield. That was special for you."

Sombra was too stunned to even get up.

"Why would you put yourself at risk like that? You know what I do, right? You'll be exposed over the internet!"

"Right now, I assure you that half of my viewers are arguing with the other half over whether they really saw my tits. There've been dozens of attempts to fake my nudes. Post whatever you like; if it doesn't get dismissed as yet another fake, the government will probably get it taken down. Gotta protect their top soldier and premier celebrity. Now, I have a much better question for you."

The mech pilot stretched out on the sand. Now that she didn't have the mission on the mind, Sombra realized that a very beautiful and very naked woman was in front of her. D.va ran her fingers over her stiff nipples as she winked at Sombra. "Do you like what you see, oh clever and devious hacker?" she asked. "And will you claim the girl you've outfoxed and humiliated, or will you just leave her here?"

Sombra felt her face grow hot under her helmet. She hadn't gotten laid in quite a while. Been even longer since she had someone proposition her so boldly. It wasn't unbelievable. Exhibitionism and humiliation aren't uncommon fetishes; one of her targets enjoying what she does to them is surprising but not unthinkable. And yet, the tiny Asian girl with bedroom eyes felt too unreal to be true.

"I...I can't stay here," Sombra choked out. "I stole a classified government prototype and blew up a mech in a commercial area. I don't know what deal you set up with the government to get me here, but I'm pretty sure I'll get locked up as a terrorist after that."

D.va pouted, but then she sighed.

"Yeah, I didn't expect this to escalate this badly. Just...tell me your name. Let me find you later."