News of the criminal masterminds traveled all throughout Spain.

Pilar Fierro–a woman with a vigilante's agenda–had scoped the news, the papers, anything to further garner information on the villainous duo. Stationed in Madrid at the moment ( or rather, living ), the woman had a knack for delivering justice when she felt the justice system failed. Overwatch was a thing of the past; as a youth, she had a hope to one day join their forces as her mother did, fight crime and promote peace, but when they disbanded before she could even think to meet up, all hopes for fighting for peace flew out the window. But then again, she had been fighting from a young age.

26 years of age and short in stature, her height was not to underestimate her powers; though the majority of people she met towered over her, Pilar was far from helpless. From a young age, she had been physically fit, athletic and a natural when it came to a javelin throw, and even now, she used those skills in her vigilantism. Her hair was brown, long, and shaved on the left side, and her eyes, like dark chocolate. Her complexion was olive, like most of her home country.

The form of a bull rested beside her, pawing the ground, but the creature was no ordinary animal. Crafted of the strongest steel Spain had to offer, the bull, known now as Trueno, was an omnic, originally created to test her methods of fighting programmed machines instead of living animals. Bullfighting, though an important part of her culture, had always rubbed Pilar and her mother, Maria, the wrong way; the useless slaughter of animals pained her, and the mother and daughter did all they could to combat it.

But that was beside the point. Trueno was once a machine, programmed with a bull-fighting regimen that would better serve the country's culture. Of course, when she decided to leave and venture on her own, Trueno coming with her, she had run into old friends of her mother from her Overwatch career: Reinhardt Wilhelm and Torbjörn Lindholm. Though his mechanisms were working well enough, Torbjörn had fitted him with parts meant for protecting, defense, to better serve Pilar as a protector. Even when they bid their farewells, the young Spaniards couldn't help but wonderwhyTorb would do such a thing, given his distaste of omnics…but then again, Trueno had been fully under the command of Pilar, with no free will of his own.

But that, too, had changed.

Just the previous year, Pilar had traveled to Numbani to learn of the city's peaceful approaches regarding humans and omnics. While she held no opinion, either way, she grew up surrounded by omnic hostilities, so seeing the peace was new and enjoyable. However, an assault on the city had not ended her visit on a pleasant note; anti-omnic protesters had sacked the area which she had been staying, and while Trueno was able to keep her safe, he suffered at their hands. Dragged to a repair facility, Pilar was left, hanging in the balance, unbeknownst to her whether her companion would be alright. Of course…she had no idea that when he underwent repair, he would come out as something entirely new.

"Pιlαr, ғocυѕ."

Her thoughts had wandered far beyond where they were at that moment. A secluded alley is what provided their shelter, where they picked up any sort of hint of where their adversary might have been.

"I'm sorry, Trueno. There's a lot on my mind…"

Her hand clenched over her weapon–Relampago–a polearm-like lance with a bladed end, specializing in attacks of an electric variety, and the pair followed the tracks they had been given. A warehouse, not far from their position, seemed awfully suspicious, and their source, a young boy, frightened by the explosions going on within, led them as far as he would. But now, it was up to them.

Apprehension flickered across the woman's features; she had put herself in danger countless times before, why should this be any different? Of course, before, he had only encountered small-named criminals, easily stomped on and given to authorities. What she was dealing with now, however, was far different.

Their crime spree extended from it's beginnings in Australia, all the way to England, and now, they had managed to get into Spain without any trouble. Explosives lined their arsenal, and destruction followed in their wake. Junkers, they were called. Junkers with a thirst for chaos and a hatred for omnics.

Trueno.

"Maybe I should do this on my own," she murmured, her metallic hand resting on Trueno's shoulder, the sensors within her mechanized fingers feeling the smoothness of the iron he was made of. "We don't know how this could turn out–I don't want you hurt in this."

Trueno huffed, shaking his great head in disagreement. "I αм ѕworɴ тo proтecт yoυ. No мαттer тнe dαɴɢer we ғαce," he said, glowing, blue eyes fixed on their destination. "Tнe нαтred oғ тwo crιмιɴαlѕ ιѕ ɴoт eɴoυɢн тo deтer мe ғroм мy мιѕѕιoɴ, Pιlαr." There was no fighting him, and Pilar's lips curved into a displeased frown, her brow creasing. Her steps felt heavy as they approached, and her dark brown eyes fixed on an entryway above them, the stairs too narrow for the bull to climb.

"Fine," she relented, and coming to the metal steps, her hand rested upon the railing, judging the strength and the noise it would make, should she ascend. "I don't want to come bursting in through the front doors, though. But it looks like you might not have a choice. Let me go in, see what we're dealing with. I'll call you when it's time."

He regarded her proposition for a moment, and bowed his head after a thought. "Vᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ," he replied. "Bυт do ɴoт cαll α ѕecoɴd loɴɢer тнαɴ ɴeeded. Tнeѕe мeɴ αre dαɴɢeroυѕ; we do ɴoт ĸɴow wнαт тнey мαy вe cαpαвle oғ." There was a pause, a moment of silence between human and omnic as Pilar rested her hand on his brow.

"I won't."