Sombra

"Sombra? The Sombra? I...well, I guess I was already in for a little danger. A little more won't hurt."

D.va smirked and Sombra smirked back. She stepped away from the camgirl and made her way through the disrupted beach to the hovercraft, clearing the sand off of it and putting it back online.

"Mr. Black," she radioed through her comms, "the South Korean government probably isn't playing ball anymore. We're taking the smuggler's plane out of the country to Shanghai. Have your camera drone meet me-"

A bump at her side interrupted her. She found the camera drone floating next to her, everything but the lens heavily pockmarked.

"Drone's been on you since you snagged her bikini top," Mr. Black replied. "Hardy little thing, isn't it? I figured it'd conk out when the reactor blew, but it's self-defense shielding is top-notch. We should be fine for the contract; our clients would have liked more exposing of the target, but given the circumstances, I think they'll understand."

"Excellent, Mr. Black."

Sombra hotwired the hovercraft and took off down the coast, where a seaplane was waiting. A few minutes later, a question occurred to her.

"Mr. Black, were you watching me with D.va, right at the end?"

The audio feed went silent on his end for a few moments.

"Yes," he said sheepishly. "I can edit out the parts after you pulled her shorts off."

"Please," said Sombra brusquely.

The audio feed went silent for a few more moments.

"You two seem like a good fit for each other," he finally said. "I hope things work out with you two."

"...Yeah, me too."