The Old Overwatch Headquarters

Once the center of the greatest paramilitary **** in the world. Now, a rusting heap of rubble. The place was usually deserted, but Sombra sent out a few anonymous messages on a few chatboards hinting at some sort of event, ensuring there's be an audience of a few dozen. Plus, considering the scheme she had planned, it seemed...poetic.

"She's despicable. Utterly reprehensible. An absolute schiesshund," muttered Mercy under her breath. She knew that her Overwatch-issued earpiece had been commandeered by the terrible hacker, but not that the hacker was listening in on her. "That biotic rifle was designed to save lives, and she'd casually use it as a bargaining chip."

"People get killed every day, doc," retorted Sombra. "If they get killed by something fancier than usual, that's no sweat off my back. Besides, we both know what happened when you tried to save lives. Bet Reyes is so glad for your part in saving his." Mercy shut up, glaring resentfully at the drone hovering a few meters away.

Soon, Mercy reached the gates of the old headquarters. A small crowd was already waiting, murmuring with confusion about the mystery event that drew them there. The sight of Mercy sent a rush of energy through the crowd, mixed feelings about the Overwatch-aligned doctor coming to the surface.

"People of Zurich. I'm Angela Ziegler, better known as Mercy of Overwatch." The doctor repeated the script as Sombra relayed it to her, her dulcet tones reaching her audience. "I know that Overwatch's reputation has been sullied. Despite our best efforts, we've been called arrogant, secretive, overbearing. We've lost your trust. So I stand here as a representative of what Overwatch once was. I...I want to show that..."

Mercy bit her lip and hit the emergency latch release for the Valkyrie Suit. It fell off her, leaving her in just a sweater and black leggings, her white panties barely visible underneath. The crowd began to close in, and Mercy felt her face getting hot.

"I want to show that, underneath the title, underneath the fancy suit, I'm just a human. Just like you."

The sweater came off next, revealing a modest white bra. Sombra had grilled the doctor about any sexy lingerie that might be hiding in her closet, but apparently white bras and matching cotton panties are really all she owns. Sombra shook her head in disdain as she watched. Maybe if she got laid more often, she wouldn't spend all her off-time getting angry about weapons and making zombies.

The doctor's fingers began to tremble as she pulled down her leggings, a tremor that spread up her arms. For a moment, Sombra thought she saw her begin to cry. But she carried through.

Off came the white bra. Sombra made sure to get good shots of her pert B-cups with the drone, the paleness of her chest contrasting with her flushed face. The crowd cheered. Mercy struggled to keep smiling.

Off came the white panties. A patch of blonde right above her pussy. The doctor turned around to show off her lily-white ass. The crowd roared.

"I...I h-hope that this fosters a n-new bond of trust between Overwatch and the rest of the world." Mercy began to stammer as the crowd got too close for comfort."We're c-coming back , just you wait!" With that, Mercy scooped up her clothes and fled the scene, but not before one enterprising young man laid a hand on her ass. The red handmark jiggled along with the rest of her ass as she ran away.

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"Hehehe, not bad, doctor. Now, put your underwear in the drone's compartment, and it'll be like I was never here." Mercy, now (mostly) reclothed, obliged, neatly folding her bra and panties before putting them into the drone. Before she left, she stared into the drone's camera.

"For all your cruelty, hacker, I still managed to do some good with this. This may ruin my reputation, but...I believe it'll help Overwatch's, and if it helps Overwatch, it'll help the world. Even as your kind willfully tears it down." Mercy plucked out her earpiece before Sombra could snap at her, sticking it in a pocket and walking away.

For a small minute, Sombra felt a little bit of remorse. One quickly suffocated under a pile of greed, as she remembered how much money she just made.