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Hana knocked on Lucio’s door and waited, shifting her weight back and forth nervously. Chewing her lip, she wondered how to spill the beans about Sombra to him.
The door opened and an arm shot out, pulling her in. Hana gave a little squeak, the door almost closing on her hair.
“Ow, what the hell?” she cried, rubbing her scalp. “Lucio, what-”
“Hana, spill!” he demanded, eyes wide open. He pulled her to the bed and plopped them both on it, grabbing a frog throw pillow and clutching it tightly. “Is your new girlfriend in the mafia? Has she killed people?” He bit his lip. “Okay, I mean, we've killed people too, but those were bad people, and i don't want to get caught up in mafia drama- do you think it’s too late to fake your own death? That might get you free-”
“Lucio, chill ,” she stressed, grabbing another pillow and hugging it as well. “It’s not that serious- well. I guess, it could be worse. She’s definitely not in the mafia, though.”
Lucio sighed in relief and relaxed his death grip on the frog pillow. “Thank god.”
“I mean, don’t get too relaxed,” Hana said. “It’s still….. pretty bad.”
He tapped his chin. “Okay, so better than the mafia, but worse than us? Hana, that could be literally anyone .”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she said, “It…..may be someone from Talon.”
Lucio laughed. “Good one. But who are you dating, for real?”
She stayed silent, scrunching up her nose.
“Hana,” Lucio said warningly.
She grinned at him sheepishly.
He let go of the pillow and clutched his head in his hands. “Oh my god, no,” he moaned. “That's like, literally the worst thing you could have done! I would have prefered the mafia, Hana!”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” she scoffed, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s just a little fling, it’s not like we’re gonna get married, okay?”
He tried to level a death glare at her, but it was Lucio, so he just looked kind of sad and worried. “Who is it?” he scrunched his nose up. “It’s not Reaper, is it?”
“Ew, god no!” she exclaimed, whacking Lucio on the arm for even suggesting it. “He’s like, 60! I have standards! And morals!”
Lucio blew out a relieved breath. “Okay, so it’s not totally the worst scenario. I would not want to have to pry you away from some old man because you wanted a sugar daddy.”
She burst out into a fit of giggles. “Lucio, I’d be the sugar daddy in that scenario,” she pointed out. “I’m the famous streamer with a gagillion dollars.” She picked at a stray thread on the pillow. “Plus, I already told you I had a date with a girl , remember?”
“Oh, right!” Lucio said, smacking his forehead. “I was just so blown away at the whole 'Talon' thing that I kinda lost my mind there. Don’t worry.” There was a second of silence, then he said, “Well, Widowmaker isn’t your type, so it’s gotta be Sombra, right?”
“Woah, you called it perfectly. Wait, why do you assume Widow isn’t my type?” Hana asked, face screwed up.
Lucio rolled his eyes. “Duh, all that emo ‘I killed my husband and also I love to kill people’ stuff? You would get bored with that in two seconds flat.”
“Okay, you’re right,” Hana admitted. “It would get a little frustrating hearing her talking about spiders constantly, too.”
Lucio nodded enthusiastically, then fell silent. “So….Sombra?”
Hana brought the pillow up her her face, stifling a couple of groans. “Lu, it’s not as bad as you think. She’s actually really nice and sweet and pretty and listens to me talk about shrimp snacks and-”
“Okay, down girl,” Lucio interjected, pulling the pillow down and cocking an eyebrow at her. “Wow, you have it bad.”
“I doooooooo,” she moaned. “And what’s worse, I don’t know what to wear for our date!”
He heaved a sigh. “Hana. You know you’re my best friend and I care about you a lot, but are you sure about this? She’s a part of Talon. She’s a hacker.”
“I swear, she’s actually a good person!” Hana cried, sitting up straight. She explained to him the circumstances of their first meeting, how Sombra had helped her, and how they’d become chat pals and friends since then. “She’s even started helping me mod my streams! One time, a dude was spouting misogynistic and racist shit in the chat and she hacked into his twitch account, banned him, and then hacked his computer so it would only show a dat boi meme.”
He scratched his chin. “Okay, maybe she’s not that bad. Seems pretty chill,” he said. “But how the hell are you going to have a date with her? You can’t leave the base without permission and she definitely can’t come here.”
She gave him a sly smile. “Well, that’s what I wanted to ask you about……” she said, shifting in place.
He groaned, dropping his head to his hands. “Hana…..why did we ever become friends?”
She giggled. “Because you love me. Now listen up, here’s what I’m thinking….”
Later, she sent Sombra a text.
gamer gril: okay so heres the deal
gamer gril : i can't leave my base, and not all of us are super sneaky hackers with the power to go invisible
ese chico: go on, go on
gamer gril: you're gonna have to sneak into the base.
ese chico: hana im a hacker not a miracle worker!!!!!! gilbraltar is THE most heavily fortified base in the world!!!!!!!!! hana!!!!!!!!
gamer gril: don't worry! i have a bud lookin out for us ;)
ese chico: okay i'm intrigued
gamer gril: don't stress abt it. just meet me at [location sent] friday at 7!
ese chico: okay but if i get caught and have to change my identity AGAIN i'm blaming u
gamer gril: fair enough.
Hana clutched her communicator in her hand that Friday, mildly panicking. Her plan was seeming less and less viable by the minute, seeing as she was stuck in an air vent above Winston’s office.
Her plan- to sneak into Winston’s office and disable Athena’s security cameras- had gone off well at first, but the sound of footsteps had her looking around wildly and hauling herself into an air duct.
Now, she was stuck, unable to move without fearing that whoever was blundering around in his office would hear her. They'd been in there for 15 minutes, and showed no signs of leaving.
Hana carefully moved herself around so that she could type on her communicator, sending “ help pls distract winston stuck in vent HELP” to Lucio. Her partner in crime texted back “ omw ” almost immediately. She clasped her communicator tighter in her hand, just waiting. She really needed to pee.
The muffled sounds of Lucio bursting into the lab sounded below her, and she breathed out a tiny sigh of relief. She caught something about Lena and her chronal accelerator malfunctioning, which had her panicking for a moment- then she realized it was probably fake. Thinking about Lena made her wonder if she could get her in on the plan. After all, Lena was a sucker for helping other gay girls.
“Get out of here now, recruit Lena later,” she muttered to herself in Hangul. She kicked open the vent and swung herself down, landing on her feet with a thump. She smirked to herself, then blew a kiss at Athena’s interface. Athena wouldn’t be too mad at her, hopefully. How would she even find out?
She rushed out of the lab, running to meet Lucio. She caught up with him and grabbed him by the arm, blasting straight past Winston. Winston made a small noise of surprise.
“Sorry, big guy!” Lucio called back apologetically. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute?”
Hana hid him behind a corner, eyes bright. “Okay! I did it! Athena’s cameras won’t catch us.”
He crowed in relief. “Thank god!” He cocked an eyebrow. “Wait, I thought Sombra was the hacker. How’d you do that?”
She flipped her hair over a shoulder. “Oh, Sombra made me a virus to put in the computer- don’t worry, I got Satya to double check it for bugs or anything else bad.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, scratching his head. “Good idea.” Then he smiled at her. “Well, are you excited? The date’s on!”
She scrunched up her nose in a grin, fighting off the butterflies in her stomach. “Hell yeah.”
Now she just had to wait till tonight.