D.Va Jets Off Into The Field

Hana strode confidently through Overwatch HQ, Winston had called ahead to tell her he was already up in the hangar bay, so she got into the nearest lift and pressed the button for the top level. Just before the doors closed, an office worker dashed through them and into the lift, greeting her with a polite smile. "Afternoon, Ms. Song,"

"Good afternoon," she replied, watching the doors as they slid closed. The lift juddered to life, and began rising. They stood in silence for a few moments, before the office worker looked about and started sniffing pointedly. "Do...do you smell talcum powder?" He asked her, adopting a puzzled expression.

Hana displayed her best poker face, shaking her head mutely. If he only knew, she thought. The rest of the lift ride passed uneventfully, and soon she was stepping out into the hangar bay, strutting purposefully over to her bright pink MEKA, where Winston stood waiting. "Hana!" He said pleasantly, opening his arms wide for a hug as she approached. Hana walked right into it, putting her arms around his hulking frame as best as she was able to. They broke off from the hug after a few seconds, and he gestured to the MEKA beside him. "Your chariot awaits."

"All ship-shape?" She asked.

"Always is when I'm around, Hana."

"Yeah, I know, big guy," She put her hands on her hips, "So...bank heist." Winston nodded, adjusting his glasses. "We have good intel from a reliable source, indicating that there'll be an attempted robbery of the First Seoul Bank in about..." He checked an oversized wristwatch strapped to one of his arms. "Fifty minutes."

"Regular perps?"

"Seems so, our source told us they're a local street gang, in English their name translates roughly to...The Park Rangers?"

Hana rolled her eyes. "Real original, these guys," She pressed a button on the side of her headset and the back of her MEKA opened up, ready to receive her. "Sounds like it'll be a piece of cake, to be honest Winston."

"Even the simplest operation carries risks, Hana, you know that. I'll be on comms and have a view from out of your HUDcam the entire time, just in case."

"Just in case," Hana echoed, walking toward the open MEKA and climbing in. As the hatch closed behind her and she was immersed in the cockpit of the machine, she wriggled slightly in discomfort. She sighed to herself, already she could feel her panties starting to bunch up and retreat into her butt crack, "Well," she muttered to herself as the MEKA's systems came online, "No use worrying about it now, guess I'm riding into battle with a wedgie."

There was a burst of static in her ear, and then the voice of Winston, slightly tinny thanks to the headset audio feed. "Uh, Hana...your mic is on."

Hana grimaced, "T-thanks for the heads-up, Winston," she replied, before making sure to turn the microphone off. All systems seemed to be ready to go, and her sync suit was turning on and linking up to the MEKA's internal network. "Ok, let's go," she activated the thrusters and braced as she was jerked backwards by the **** of the propulsion, she flew the MEKA out of OHQ and prepared for the short jaunt to Seoul, which was a mere thirty minutes by air, short enough for even the MEKA to handle.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

Hana guided the MEKA down toward downtown Seoul, the gleaming metropolis rising up to meet her. Beautiful city, of course it had produced someone like her, it was too pretty not to. The MEKA's feet contacted the ground with a thud, and Hana popped out of the hatch to take a look around. She spotted the bank just across the street, then stopped for a moment to wave enthusiastically for a photo someone was taking of her with their phone, before springing out and onto the pavement. She listened closely, and realised with a start that what she was hearing was an alarm bell, one which sounded like it was coming from...inside the bank? Hana swore in Korean and turned her mic back on, "Winston!" She hissed, "They're early!"

"What? Really?! My source has never gotten a tip wrong before...hmm...treas carefully, Hana, who knows what else he's wrong about here!"

Hana nodded, jumping back into the MEKA and driving it forward, onwards to the bank. As she approached, she saw a panicked crowd of people running out through the doors. Proceeding forward, she kept her head (and the MEKA's sensors) on a swivel. Here, at the door, she ran into a problem. The dimensions of the door were too small for her to fit in, she could fly up and over, smashing down through the roof or skylights, but Overwatch tended to frown on such things if they weren't strictly necessary. She released the MEKA's controls with a grumble, "Proceeding on foot, Winston. MEKA's too big."

Winston made an irritated noise over the comms. "He specifically gave me the schematics for the bank! I thought they were accurate, honest!"

"It's ok," Hana responded wearily. "I can handle myself without the machine."

"Of course," Winston said, apologetically. "You've got this, Hana." Hana appreciated the sentiment, it filled her with confidence she sorely neeed as she drew her sidearm from the holster on her leg and started forward into the building. She was wowed as she stepped through the doors, the ceilings were so much higher than she'd expected, and the the decor so much more fancy. As she went further in, she saw overturned tables and chairs, hastily abandoned teller's stations and cluttered desks where customers and employees both had abruptly fled. She swept her gun out before her, up ahead, behind a large row of pillars, she heard voices. Sneaking into position behind the leftmost one, she listened closely:

"Are they inside the vault yet?"

"Nah, not yet. Steel's thicker than a land tank.

"How long, then?"

"Long as it takes, genius."

Hana heard the men conversing in Korean. The Park Rangers, then. At least that part was right. She stepped out from behind the pillar, "Surrender and we can make this quick!" She demanded. The two men, who she now saw were standing in front of a group of bound and gagged hostages, turned to face her; ski masks covered their faces, and their wore combat vests and khaki trousers.

At the sight of her, they exchanged a look. "She's here," one of them whispered. "Blow the pillars!"

The other nodded and took out a small detonator from his pocket, as he went to press it, Hana's placed her finger on the trigger, but she was just a hair too late, and an explosion from behind threw her to the floor, knocking her out.