The ice-cream stand

Sombra started testing various wi-fi capable devices nearby. A few kiosks. Some nearby cars and motorcycles. And, to her surprise, the ice-cream stand D.va had just visited had a wireless connection. Amazing what people will connect to the internet, despite all logic and reason. With access to the angle of the ice cream nozzle and the acceleration, it was easy enough to rig it up to launch ice cream farther than safe operation intended. Far enough to do some damage, even. Soon enough...

Splat, went the glop of chocolate vanilla swirl against D.va's back, sending her shrieking in the middle of thanking a stream viewer for a donation.

"Ugh, it's soaking right through the top," she grumbled.

"Oh, that's a shame," said Sombra with mocking concern. "Better put it to soak, O Queen of Gamers, before it stains." Hana pouted for a moment before shrugging with a wry smile. She quickly slipped off her tank top, revealing a bunny-adorned pink-and-blue bikini top, and handed it off to a nearby man in a suit, no doubt an agent of the government. The stream chat was flooded by adoring/horny fans as she struck a pose.

"Well, as long as we have you on the line, might as well get some questions out of you. Enjoying our date, P.H.?" Sombra froze in the middle of scanning the area for more devices.

"You going crazy, bunnygirl? This isn't a date! This is part of..." Sombra stopped, not willing to spill the details of her current job. "I have my reasons to be here."

"It's a nice day out, we're spending time with each other, and when it's all over, one of us is going to be naked. Sounds like a date." Sombra felt her face get hot, despite herself, as Hana smiled into the camera. Losing her shirt did nothing to phase the mech pilot, and while Sombra had dealt a decisive blow, she was far from controlling the situation. "So, P.H.," started Hana. "This your first time in South Korea? Anything you like about it? I'm really curious, and I'm sure the stream would love to hear your reactions!"

"Ah, yes, let me just spill all sorts of personal details into the ears of your legion of fans and dozens of listening South Korean intelligence operatives. That sounds like an excellent idea." Hana rolled her eyes as she toyed with her phone.

"Look, P.H., I can't speak for the government, but I'm just here to have fun. I've been working on infosec on the side for years. I've stomped so many different worms and trojans that I can't even guess how many! And now I get to test my skills against a mysterious woman who's willing to bet her ass on a chance to penetrate my defenses. I don't usually get this sort of thrill unless I'm fighting in Tokki."

"I...yeah, I suppose I get that. This stripping job gives me a jolt sometimes like I've never seen before. It's like..." Sombra paused, her eyes narrowing. "Hang on. I never said I was a woman."

"Call it wishful thinking. Or you could call it a distraction." Hana put her phone away. Seconds later, the wi-fi node for the ice-cream stand kicked Sombra out, four layers of security shielding it from any attempt to hack it again. "Consider your ice cream launcher nerfed! Can't have you ruining all my clothes. That puts us at about 45 minutes in. Good luck, P.H.! I won't let you get me so easily next time." Sombra looked on as Hana flashed double peace signs to the camera, the woman's unrelenting playfulness sending her blood cold. Perhaps the direct approach was a mistake. Nonetheless, she redoubled her efforts to find another angle of success.