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d.va and mercy from overwatch, are awake with open eyes and on a secret mission they wear gas masks over the whole face, while they spray train harmles gas into a train for the mission, photorealistic, sleeping people around them, high waist bunnysuit with tights

Possible story:

The sleek, high-speed train sliced through the moonlit night, its steel wheels humming against the tracks. D.Va, the renowned mech pilot from Overwatch, sat in the passenger compartment, her casual clothes concealing the formidable warrior within. Her mission: to kidnap a scientist—a man with secrets that could alter the course of global conflict.

The headquarters had orchestrated this operation meticulously. The scientist was en route to a secret location, and the train ride was his Achilles' heel. But there was a twist—the destination also hosted a promotional event, ensuring a crowd of unsuspecting civilians. D.Va's cover was perfect; she was just another traveler, her luggage stowed neatly overhead.

As the train hurtled through tunnels and across bridges, D.Va's heartbeat quickened. She knew the moment was approaching. Halfway down the corridor, she slipped into the private section of the train. The air grew colder, and the hum of the engines faded to a distant thrum.

Her luggage sat innocently by the window—a sleek black case that held her combat suit. She unzipped it, anticipation coursing through her veins. But when she pulled out the suit, her eyes widened in disbelief. It wasn't her usual battle gear; it was something altogether unexpected.

A bunny suit.

Not the sleek, high-tech suit she was accustomed to, but a skintight ensemble adorned with fluffy bunny ears. A note clung to it, written in a hurried scrawl: "This adds a bit distraction."

D.Va's frustration surged. She had no time for this, sexism. But the bunny suit? It was absurd. She glanced around the compartment, half-expecting hidden cameras to reveal this as some elaborate prank.

With a sigh, she stripped off her casual clothes, leaving only her tights. The bunny suit clung to her like a second skin, the fabric hugging every curve. The ears were the pièce de résistance. Soft, velvety, and utterly ridiculous. She secured them atop her head, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.

But D.Va was a professional. She reached into the case once more, retrieving a modified spraygun. The canister contained a potent blend of mildewed sedatives—a sleeping gas that would render everyone in the vicinity unconscious. She checked the respirator, its straps snug against her face. The scent of rubber and anticipation filled her nostrils.

The passenger compartment lay ahead, a sea of unsuspecting faces. D.Va's heart raced. She pressed her gloved hand against the door, the metal cool against her skin. With a deep breath, she stepped into the aisle, bunny ears bobbing.

The passengers chatted, oblivious to the events lurking among them. Surprised by a woman in this kind of outfit they dosent realise the odd locking gadget in her hand, and fokus on some other parts of that scenery.
D.Va squeezed the trigger, and the gas hissed into the air. It spread like a ghostly mist, enveloping the compartment. People slumped in their seats, their eyes fluttering shut. A businessman dropped his newspaper, and a drink was spilled.

D.Va moved swiftly, her bunny-suited form gliding past rows of unconscious passengers. She reached the scientist—the man who held the world's secrets—and drag him along the corridor. Next to a exit, where both of them will leave at the next stop.
Mission accomplished.

Description
made with Bing image creator

prompt: (works not anymore)

d.va and mercy from overwatch, are awake with open eyes and on a secret mission they wear gas masks over the whole face, while they spray train harmles gas into a train for the mission, photorealistic, sleeping people around them, high waist bunnysuit with tights

Possible story:

The sleek, high-speed train sliced through the moonlit night, its steel wheels humming against the tracks. D.Va, the renowned mech pilot from Overwatch, sat in the passenger compartment, her casual clothes concealing the formidable warrior within. Her mission: to kidnap a scientist—a man with secrets that could alter the course of global conflict.

The headquarters had orchestrated this operation meticulously. The scientist was en route to a secret location, and the train ride was his Achilles' heel. But there was a twist—the destination also hosted a promotional event, ensuring a crowd of unsuspecting civilians. D.Va's cover was perfect; she was just another traveler, her luggage stowed neatly overhead.

As the train hurtled through tunnels and across bridges, D.Va's heartbeat quickened. She knew the moment was approaching. Halfway down the corridor, she slipped into the private section of the train. The air grew colder, and the hum of the engines faded to a distant thrum.

Her luggage sat innocently by the window—a sleek black case that held her combat suit. She unzipped it, anticipation coursing through her veins. But when she pulled out the suit, her eyes widened in disbelief. It wasn't her usual battle gear; it was something altogether unexpected.

A bunny suit.

Not the sleek, high-tech suit she was accustomed to, but a skintight ensemble adorned with fluffy bunny ears. A note clung to it, written in a hurried scrawl: "This adds a bit distraction."

D.Va's frustration surged. She had no time for this, sexism. But the bunny suit? It was absurd. She glanced around the compartment, half-expecting hidden cameras to reveal this as some elaborate prank.

With a sigh, she stripped off her casual clothes, leaving only her tights. The bunny suit clung to her like a second skin, the fabric hugging every curve. The ears were the pièce de résistance. Soft, velvety, and utterly ridiculous. She secured them atop her head, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.

But D.Va was a professional. She reached into the case once more, retrieving a modified spraygun. The canister contained a potent blend of mildewed sedatives—a sleeping gas that would render everyone in the vicinity unconscious. She checked the respirator, its straps snug against her face. The scent of rubber and anticipation filled her nostrils.

The passenger compartment lay ahead, a sea of unsuspecting faces. D.Va's heart raced. She pressed her gloved hand against the door, the metal cool against her skin. With a deep breath, she stepped into the aisle, bunny ears bobbing.

The passengers chatted, oblivious to the events lurking among them. Surprised by a woman in this kind of outfit they dosent realise the odd locking gadget in her hand, and fokus on some other parts of that scenery.
D.Va squeezed the trigger, and the gas hissed into the air. It spread like a ghostly mist, enveloping the compartment. People slumped in their seats, their eyes fluttering shut. A businessman dropped his newspaper, and a drink was spilled.

D.Va moved swiftly, her bunny-suited form gliding past rows of unconscious passengers. She reached the scientist—the man who held the world's secrets—and drag him along the corridor. Next to a exit, where both of them will leave at the next stop.
Mission accomplished.