She ascended the stairs quickly, and Trueno bolted off, surveying the best place to remain hidden. His size did not make it easy, but in case there were lookouts patrolling–not that the Junkers cared about that sort of thing–it was better to be safe than sorry.
Reaching the top, her hand rested upon the handle of the door, testing it as she jiggled it slightly, pleased that it hardly made a sound, much less one that would be obvious to those who she chased. Turning the level, it swung outward on its hinges, and keeping the opening as small as possible, she squeezed inside, closing the door quickly behind her.
So the easy part was done. Pilar focused on keeping her hearing as clear as possible, following the sounds of carrying voices, all the while sneaking quietly around the dozens of storage crates that littered the platform she hid upon. She placed Relampago across her back; for now, the weapon would not be needed. It was her goal to firstfind them before engaging them, and even then, she didn't know if her lightning strikes would be good enough to incapacitate them, if at least one of them. Still, she had to hope that her skill would be enough, and even with Trueno helping her, their wrath against omnics, one she had read of in numerous articles, would likely spurn them onward to hurt them more.
Her head poked around a larger crate, seeing the open area of the warehouse below. From this position, she could see everything, from the stockpile of money and various other treasures, to the bombs that were plastered against the main entrance to prevent others from entering. Shit. She couldn't exactly warn Trueno at that moment; it would require her to speak loudly into her comm, not something she could quite afford at that moment. Still, as she wandered nearer to the edge, crouched just enough to see the on-goings below, yet keeping hidden, she found herself in the perfect viewing spot.
"Roight, just a little longer, an' we'll be outta here!" The voice met her ears, immediately filling her with dread. So they were packing up; there wouldn't be much chance to stop them with Trueno's help, but if she could delay them just enough, he would be able to reach them in time. Daring to stand, she plastered herself against the crate nearest her, searching for the source of the voice, easily fixing upon the largest of the two. He was towering, enormous, not only in height but in his stature as well. Though his back mostly faced her, the man had quite the belly; his hand could have probably wrapped around Pilar's waist easily. His companion, the one who had spoken, was quite a bit smaller, thin and spindly, almost like a spider's legs, his right arm and leg fitted with mechanical prosthetics, though still rather tall, as far as she could tell. It was hard to judge their actual size from her distance, but compared to the motorbike which they stood next to, it was safe to assume that they were quite a bit bigger than her.
"So we get the loot loaded up, get the fuck outta here, and blow this shithole t' the ground, sound good?" Pilar strained to hear what the larger of the two had said–his face was covered by a gas mask, resembling an almost pig-like face. Roadhog. Roadhog, and his accomplice, Junkrat, te latter's face spreading into an almost feral grin. From what she could tell, he seemed to bounce in excitement, his hands twitching at his sides, fingers of the robotic hand toying with the trigger of his weapon.
Lips curving in a frown, she leaned closer to the edge to better hear them, eyes narrowed as they flickered about the warehouse. A mechanism within her arm clicked as she prepared her ambush. There would be just enough time to stun them, which might be enough time for Trueno to come barreling in. A door slid open on her palm, within, several small banderillas were charged and ready to be let loose. Any second…
From behind her, a loud crash and a low curse came, effectively giving away her position. "What the hell–?" A figure, hidden in the darkness had seemingly tripped over a smaller crate, startling Pilar enough that she shot off one of her four banderillas, stunning him with enough time to get out of the frying pan…
And straight into the fryer.
"Oi! The fuck wos that?!" Flinging herself from the rafters, she drew Relampago from its holster on her back, falling through the air as her open palm directed itself in the Junkers' direction. Both had turned in the direction of the crash, Roadhog grabbing his weapon as Junkrat faced her fully, hunched over, his body positioned in a way that he braced for impact, but excitedly so. The tips of his blonde hair seemed to smolder slightly, and the flashing of his wild eyes onto the Spaniard gave her pause for slight apprehension. But shit, that smile was the smile of a madman, ready to sink his teeth into his prey.
"Lone little sheila thinking she can take on the big boys! Whaddya think, Roadie?" From what she could hear, there as a chuckle from behind the mask, but she hardly paid attention as she released the remaining banderillas in their direction. They landed with precision, and a second click within her arm had them exploding on contact, delivering enough jolts to stun them momentarily. Landing gracefully on her feet, she was pleased to see Junkrat incapacitated; it seemed that Roadhog went looking for whoever it was that ruined her cover, leaving him to face off against the woman alone.
Propelling herself toward him, Relampago swung before her in preparation for attack. Normally, she would have thrown the polearm like a javelin, but with as little time as she had, and running the risk that she might miss, it was the best form of attack she could muster.
"Hooley dooley…" he groaned, and a slight, smug smile crossed Pilar's features at her quick approach. He was dazed, likely confused, and it would give her the opportune moment to strike and have him at her mercy. Swinging her weapon before her, she made to knock his feet from underneath him, that was until…
A hand clenched around the opposite end of the polearm, and with a tug, she found herself lurching forward, barely keeping her balance as she was brought off her feet for a mere moments. Fear flashed across her eyes as she realized what happened; she hadn't been fast enough–the Junker had been able to reach out at last minute and snatch the weapon, bringing her along with.
"Shit…"
A cackle fell from his lips when he yanked her even closer, and she found herself face-to-face with one of the world's most wanted criminals. God help her, she was unable to reach for Trueno's help, and she didn't know to what extent it was that he was willing to go. Regardless, with Junkrat and Roadhog, her chances looked pretty grim.
"Ya gotta be better than that if ya wanna get t' us, y'know," he growled, the amusement in his voice only causing Pilar to panic more. She could have run, left her weapon behind, and got out of there, but she would lose all that she was trying for, in getting these criminals to the police.
"So you say," she replied, feeling far braver than she actually was. With a hearty tug, she attempted to break the polearm free of his mechanical grip, but only succeeded in forcing him toward her instead. Growling, displeased as she was with the situation, she was not about to let her guard down. He seemed to enjoy the struggle; his crazed cackling filled her ears and even as his free hand twitched toward his weapon, Pilar was able to distract him from drawing it. However, he was stronger than she was, and quite a bit bigger; he towered a foot above her head, and his long limbs made it difficult to get anywhere near him without relinquishing her weapon to him.
Dammit.
However, as the tussle weighed heavily against her, the crack of a gunshot and the whizzing of a bullet flying past them had Pilar and Junkrat freezing instantly, both whirling around to find the source. Relampago was released in surprise, the polearm falling to the ground, forgotten.
"The hell was that?" he hissed, his weapon in hand, hunched as he aimed at where Pilar had come from. "One o' yer cronies, hidden away?"
She made a disgusted snort, robotic arm reaching out, using the magnetism within to call back the banderillas, ready to charge them for attack again. Her eyes flashed from Junkrat to the rafters above, lip curling in a growl.
"The hell it is," she growled, in a defensive stance, herself. "My partner isn't anywhere around here–he's somewhere outside, waiting on my order…and neither of us use–" The crack of another gunshot interrupted her, and suddenly, she felt the bullet whiz past her face, the smallest edge grazing along her cheekbone, enough to cause her to cry out in pain and jump backward.
"The fuck?"
