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Sombra scrolled through the drone registry. RZ-452 only had missile weaponry. KT-594 would irradiate her. QL-009 would rip her clothes off...along with the flesh off the bone.

Damnit, there has to be something here built for precision, something built for weak spots. Precious time drained away as she looked for something she could use, sweat forming on her brow.

"Hey, P.H." D.va's peppy voice came from her feed. "What's up? I thought you'd put up more of a fight." She stuck her tongue out, tugging lightly at her bikini top. "Don't tell me you don't want to see what's under this."

Then, she saw it. It didn't even have a proper registry number; some hidden prototype that never made it past the staging phase. But it was in the network. She could pilot it, no, ride it.

"Mr. Black, I know how to win this. Get into a good vantage position and await further instructions." Sombra got ready to leave her hacker's nest, setting her video feed to loop. "And make some arrangements with our ride out of here. I'm going to take this home with me."

Hana Song checked the time on her phone again. Ten minutes left.

Stream attendance has been dropping steadily over the past half-hour. The pervert hacker had only grown more and more brusque as the time went by, and now she was entirely silent. The bikini top was a draw in itself, but she'd done bikini streams in the past.

The hacker's forfeit would draw some people back, at least. But she expected something better. Something exciting.

And then it happened.

She didn't see it rocket past her. She only felt the shockwave as it passed, and the bounce of her perky tits as her bikini top was torn away.

The experimental, prototype, armored hoverbike slid to a stop, drifting over the beach and sending sand everywhere. Its rider, masked by a purple helmet, held up the bikini top triumphantly.

"Sorry I kept you waiting, beautiful." The hacker's video feed switched to the rider's helmet camera. Fans from around the world saw Hana Song topless from two angles, the mech pilot too surprised to even cover herself. Around the area, civilians fled in a panic as carefully pre-planned hacks took out the intelligence agents watching the affair. "But if this is a date, then I thought we should end it with a bang, no?"

Sombra winked. D.va went red, finally processing her state of undress. She covered her tits with one arm while tapping into her phone with the other. In a few seconds, her tits were veiled under a mosaic filter, on both her camera and Sombra's.

"O-okay, you got me! And here I thought you were going to be a dud! But if you get to escalate things, then so do I!" D.va whistled. Out in the bay, a few hundred meters out from the beach, a pink hulking figure rose: Tokki, D.va's mech.

"...You have got to be kidding me," Sombra muttered as she sped away, a barrage of fusion cannonfire blasting where she was hovering. The mech started flying towards D.va while aiming suppressive fire at Sombra. The hacker curved around in an arc, avoiding cannonfire all the way, and sped back towards D.va. Tokki was unhackable. Everybody knew that. If D.va got in that mech, there was no way she was winning this contest.