Full Frontal

She pulled up a little ways down the street, watching from a distance as flickering lights made shadows play near the windows, and people occasionally went in or out, all of them armed. Before doing anything rash, Hana decided to look around for that dropbox Winston had spoken of, and sure enough, she soon spotted it across the street, tucked into the mouth of a dimly-lit alley. Getting out of the car and skipping hurriedly over to it, she reached in and extracted a small bracelet, perfectly sized to her thin wrists, and slipped it on. She touched a finger to it and it glowed gently, a voice softly emanating from it, "MEKA Link Confirmed," Hana grinned, and went back to the car. She sat in the driver's seat for several more minutes, rotating the bracelet slowly on her wrist with the hell of her palm. How to play this? Sneak attack through an open window or an unlocked backdoor? Call in a bomb threat? Just take the MEKA in and start shooting? She pondered it as she stared over at the building. The least subtle option had a certain appeal, but the MEKA was something she felt would best serve her if kept in her back pocket — metaphorically speaking, the blazer had no back pockets, and she was of course wearing neither trousers nor underwear, as the unique feeling of leather-arse-cheek kept reminding her — but there remained the issue of what the initial approach would be, in that case. She sighed quietly to herself, drumming her fingers on the dashboard. When she found herself still lacking anything resembling a halfway decent plan, she got impatient. "Screw it," she said, opening the car door and getting back out. She was unarmed, barely-clothed and about to enter the heart of enemy territory, and yet here she was, striding right up to the front door. Hana wasn't quite sure how to rationalise such a reckless course of action, but then, after the day she'd had, perhaps it was simply the case that rationality didn't much come into things, no matter how you sliced it.

Hana approached the front of the building, taking a deep breath and trying not to pay attention to the evening breeze that kept drifting around her thighs and through her legs, or to think of the reality that it was only a thin couple layers of plasters and a men's blazer that was several sizes too big for her that were keeping everything covered and out of sight. She steeled herself, then walked up the steps and through the front door. As she entered, two guards stood behind the front desk, one of them held a pistol in his hand, the other had his on the desk in front of him, and they looked at one another as she approached. One of them looked up at her, only his eyes visible between his helmet and a balaclava pulled up over his mouth. "Hey, lady, don't know if you've taken a wrong turn somewhere but—" He choked on his words as Hana reached across the table and snatched up his pistol, turned it on him, and shot him twice in the chest. He went down, and his partner stared at the fallen form of his comrade. He turned back to her and raised his own gun, several seconds too late, and before he could even make a noise of shock or surprise, she shot him too. He toppled backwards to join his friend on the floor, and she hopped over the desk, her legs splayed carelessly as she did, then pointed her gun at the still writhing man on the floor. "Park Brothers. Where?" He looked up at her, stunned either by the gun in his face or the view he was now getting up her blazer. "Upstairs...fifth floor...ballroom..." He stammered, his eyes laser-focused on her crotch. Hana frowned and pressed her thighs together, denying him any more chances to look. She didn't appreciate having her privates stared at, even when they were technically out of sight. It made her feel...self-conscious. "With a wound like that, you don't want too much blood rushing to the wrong places," she warned, then walked out from behind the desk, making her way through the lobby.

She was trying not to feel too bashful about the delicateness of her attire, but the squeak of her sneakers, the rustling and constant shifting of the oversized blazer, as well as the constant sense of stickiness on her nipples and down below was mightily distracting, though she supposed it was preferable to complete nudity, again. She tried not to let her hands tremble too much as she brandished the gun, mentally preparing herself for more men to appear at any moment.

Sure enough, as she crossed over into the wide expanse of the rest of the lobby, crowned by two shiny caged lifts at the very end of the room, from beind a series of roman-style columns she heard the telltale clicking of guns being cocked. She halted, for a millisecond she simply stood in place as her mind caught up to the stimuli, and then, as dark shapes began to emerge from behind the columns, she dove sideways into cover behind a nearby sofa as the guards popped out from their hiding places and started firing. She waited for a lull in the gunfire, and when it arrived, spun out from behind cover, dashing to the first pillar in her right and rising into a dropkick as she approached the guard there. The soles of her new shoes collided with his helmeted head, and he went down, flailing wildly. She kicked him again for good measure, taking him out of the fight, then ran to the next pillar, returning fire as the others started shooting again.

This time she went low, for one of the remaining guards' foot, he dropped his gun and screamed, bringing it up to clutch it and hop around idiotically, and while he was doing that, D.Va shot two of his friends in the shoulders and chest, each of them was now wounded in a wholly different way, and she took this opportunity to rush up to them and down them slaps and chops to the most exposed places she could find, such as the joints, necks, groins, and feet. She stamped on the foot of the man whose other one was wounded, and he interrupted his own screaming to let out another shriek, trying to bat her away.

Now it was D.Va's turn to shriek as his elbow clipped her right on the boob, also knocking the plaster covering it partially off, so that it was trailing and sticking to the inside of her blazer as she moved. She dodged backwards, trying to frantically to fix it, having to resort to reaching inside the blazer and reapplying it directly, but while she was doing that, another guard she'd failed to spot was coming up behind her. He gripped her suddenly by the waist, and her eyes went wide with shock as she was lifted a little into the air, her sneakered feet kicking wildly. Her movements made him slacken his grip on her, and she shifted downwards before he grabbed back onto her, his hands cupping her chest. "Get...Off!" She was yelling, but his hands stayed resolutely, and suspiciously, firm on her small, soft mounds, the plasters rolling up and wrinkling beneath his palms, her nipples gradually becoming exposed to his touch. D.Va was scandalised, the fury of her **** stalling as she struggled to free herself from his paws. She kicked again, and as the man opposite her went to grab onto her legs, she caught him full in the face, knocking him back into the nearest pillar. He slumped to the floor, stunned, and she wriggled around until she was facing the man holding her, who by now was having serious difficulty keeping her in his hands. He shifted his grip...and caught hold of her buttocks, she gasped again at the audacity and yelled, louder this time, "LET! GO!", resorting to headbutting him with all her might in her desperation to get those hands away from her 'dumplings', their pale flesh being pushed up by his hands. The headbutt made him stagger back, and he finally released her. She fell onto her feet, slightly unsteady on them, before straightening up and levelling her gun at him. He saw it, whispered, "Oh," then fell backwards as she shot him.

She rubbed her backside, the rough handling of it and her chest now showing its effects. The man with the wounded foot in the meantime had fallen to the floor, utterly defenceless. She decided to leave him, figuring he'd suffered enough for the time being, then went up to the leftmost lift and pressed the call button, watching as it juddered to life and descended down to the lobby. Once it arrived, she stepped inside, replacing the missing plasters on her poor, exposed boobies with two from the top layer of the ones that were currently shielding her crotch. This had, with absolute certainty, been the worst day of her life, bar none.

Arriving at the fourth floor, she saw men gathered in the hallway through the lift's clear grating. She swallowed, pressing herself to one side of the door and waiting for it to open, checking her gun in those last few seconds before the doors opened. When they did, it happened with a loud *ding*, and as one, the men in the hallway turned and started firing, riddling the back of the lift with bullets. It dawned on her that this might be the aforementioned moment to draw a certain something out of the (metaphorical) back pocket, and so while the bullets rattled loudly against the metal of the lift, Hana reached for her bracelet and pressed it twice, wirelessly sending a command to her MEKA.

Miles away, in Overwatch HQ, a large, pink MEKA came roaring to life, breaking free of its moorings and rocketing its way out of the hangar, smashing clean through the bay doors as it made a beeline for Yosae Avenue.

Back in the lift, Hana waited, and waited, until she heard a distant sound like the whine of a jet engine, steadily growing louder and clearer, until somewhere above her, she heard a loud *SCREEEEECH* as metal sheared away and against masonry. Numerous roof tiles and bits of rubble sprayed in all directions as the MEKA tunneled through layers of the construction, until finally, right above the group of armed men, it crashed clear through the ceiling and landed on top of three of them, breaking dozens of bones instantly. There was a lull in the gunfire as the remaining gunmen took in what had just happened, and tried vainly to see through the massive cloud of dust and smoke the MEKA's entrance had produced. It was only when one overly trigger-happy young man took an ill-thought out potshot — which proceeded to ding harmlessly off the MEKA's chassis — that the shooting started again in earnest. Hana watched all of this from the corner of the lift, and, seeing it all resume, sent another command to the MEKA. It turned with wide, stomping movements until it was facing the gunmen behind it, who were by now trying their best to hide behind bits of wall and in doorways, and then its own guns came to life in response. The MEKA's mounted machine guns were powerful pieces of equipment, capable of shredding both cover and the combatants hiding behind it to pieces in seconds. So it was that as it began its remote-triggered firing cycle, the men at the other end of the hallway started to cop stray bullets, despite their attempts to shield themselves.

Hana watched as the MEKA went to work, then decided to make a break for it and assume direct control. She got out from behind the lift's internal wall and started sprinting toward the back of the MEKA, pressing on the bracelet as she ran. The back of it opened up to receive her, and she went to jump into it...but felt hands on her legs as she leapt into the air. She reached out with her own and gripped the edges of the open hatch, then looked back at what she now saw was a guard who had managed to escape the MEKA's initial impact, and who was now holding on for dear life to her skinny, pale legs. She aimed a kick at him, and immediately he let go of her with one hand while adjusting his reach to grab on to her blazer with the other. Hana whined pathetically, but there was no use, she had neither the time nor strength to get rid of him now, not while keeping everything she had on her. She cursed herself, then slipped out of the blazer, letting it come away in his hands. Trying not to focus on the fact that she was now clad in only a series of carefully-applied plasters and a pair of sneakers, she got into the MEKA, shivering a little at how unexectedly cold it was against her bare skin. The last sight the man behind her had was of a soft, heart-shaped butt waving tantalisingly at him as it disappeared inside the MEKA, but what a sight it was.