Overheat

"...and once she's in a place with a big enough audience, I just hack her little weatherbot and make it too hot for those heavy clothes. It's really too easy now that I've thought of it." Sombra relayed her plan to Mr. Black as she skulked through another series of ceiling vents, her voice muffled through a balaclava. Below her, the chilly climatologist looked over a chart tracking soil pH levels in the area. The tiny facility in the Himalayas wasn't the best opportunity for hands-on surveillance, but considering how often the target traveled, this was one of the few places where Sombra could count on her staying put for a while. "She might have her bot protected by anti-spyware because of the media scare, but I can still just overload it. That way, she won't be able to cool herself off when I disable the thermostat."

"Very clever, Sombra," Mr. Black responded through her auditory implants. His floating, circular camera droid swiveled around to watch the quarry."And have you figured out how to get an audience once you unwrap your very own scientist?" Sombra frowned.

"Still working on it. The closest possible audience is the village half a mile downhill. It's isolated, but the same project that made this place also hooked them up with high-quality internet. If we can get her there, she'll be broadcast around the world in minutes, but she has no reason to visit the village and I have no idea how to lead her there. She has no public persona to exploit, and no dirt with which to **** her. She's Overwatch trash like Ziegler, but not quite as passive. If I push her too hard, she'll push back. I could use her bot as a lure to..." Sombra looked down through the vents at the scientist again. "Wait, where's her robot?" Before Mr. Black could respond, she silenced his audio, and listened. She could still hear the little robot's hoverjets somewhere. Somewhere...close.

Sombra leapt out of the vent as a wave of cold flash-froze where she stood. She twisted in the air and landed on her feet, immediately pointing her gun upwards. Snowball, Mei's little weather drone, peeked out from where she was hiding, but before Sombra could pull the trigger, she heard Chinese cursing and felt a cold chill coming from behind her.

"If one bullet touches him, you're coming down with a bad case of pneumonia. Turn around." Sombra followed orders, though her gun never left her hand. Mei stood with her freeze gun drawn, doing her best at looking mean despite her face being anything but. Her eyes took in Sombra's mask, her body implants, and the little camera drone that followed her. "The Pervert Hacker, I presume? I didn't expect you to be a girl."

"That's presumptive, isn't it?" said Sombra glibly. "I could be any hacker with a gun sneaking around in your vents." Mei scowled (well, more of a pout) and shot Sombra's gun out of her hand with a well-placed icicle.

"Dr. Ziegler told us about you. That you **** her to strip in front of all those people, just so you could get off to her misery." Sombra shrugged.

"It was a job, guapa. Nothing more, nothing less. Not my fault that your doctor had a price on her head." Mei cocked her head to the side.

"How much were you paid?"

"A small fortune. Enough to keep me nice and comfortable for as long as I need."

"Then I don't believe you. If you got enough money to stop doing this, then you're continuing because you want to." Mei drew closer, though her blaster never moved from Sombra's head. "Why? Do you want to prove you're better than us? Is it the thrill of humiliating us? Or am I right, and you just get off to it? Well?"