Hack the other gangleaders' guns

Ashe may be hard to hack, but a few of the gangleaders had more modern guns. She scanned the room, and picked her next trojan horse: a cocky redheaded girl with a prosthetic arm and a smart pistol. Sombra broke through the security on both and waited until she stood to say her piece.

"Well, Oakley?" said Ashe as the girl stepped up. "What's the word in the panhandle?"

Oakley opened her mouth to speak, but her gun spoke quicker. The shot was perfect to the millimeter, splitting Ashe's belt buckle in two. Her trousers fell, landing awkwardly around the shafts of her asymmetrical boots, revealing a lacy black thong. Her smile stayed plastered onto her face.

"Well then," she said icily, as Oakley and the rest of the room slowly processed what happened.

Thirty seconds later, Oakley's smartgun was in pieces, and she and the three gangleaders nearest to her were on fire, rolling on the ground to try and save themselves. Ashe waved her coach gun at the others as she waddled back towards BOB, her other hand trying to pull her pants back up. Eventually, she gave up and just kicked her boots and pants off, effectively leaving her in bra and panties.

"And here I thought you were all smart enough to not try stabbing me in the back," she hissed. "Or at least smart enough to shoot straight when you're trying for a coup."