"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Hands immediately clung to her face, and Pilar was doubled over as a searing pain coursed across her cheek. The warmth of blood began to seep over her hand, and though tears began to well in her dark eyes, she blinked them back quickly. There were only enemies, no friends, and she couldn't afford to allow her guard down for a moment longer. Though her reaction was instinct, she was a fool to have allowed herself the few seconds she did.

Trails of crimson ran down her cheek but she paid it no mind. Her gaze flickered upward toward the area that the bullet had emerged, exactly where she had been not moments before. From the shadows, she could see a figure rise, within his hand a gun–a weapon aiming straight at Pilar again. Or so she thought. Watching with bated breath, she could have sworn that the weapon twitched slightly to her right, to where Junkrat stood, loading his own weapon, muttering angrily under his breath.

There was only seconds to act, and as easy as it was to allow him to fall, it was not in Pilar's nature to let someone die–much less get hurt–should there have been something she could have done about it. Her thoughts only lasted a moment and she found herself pushing against the spindly man, knocking them both into the ground just as she heard the gunshot echo through the building once again.

Burning hair and gunpowder filled her nostrils as they crashed to the ground, and her nose wrinkled faintly, all the while her elbow pressed against his face, holding it against the floor. He struggled beneath her; it would only be moments before he could gather himself and push her off again, and while he was distracted, she took the time to focus on the area again, but not before speaking into the comm device within her mech arm.

"Trueno, best get in. We've got a bit of a–oof!"

That didn't last long, and suddenly, Pilar was staring at the ceiling, a wild, crooked grin edging into her vision. Great. As if things couldn't get any worse, the heavy footfalls of Roadhog had fast approached, and fear once again settled in the pit of her stomach. However, it was as though they paid her no mind; their gazes were both fixed on the far edge of the rafters, where Pilar could hear the footsteps of the hidden intruder running away quickly. He was still in their sights, but as the pair were distracted, she took it as her opportunity to start edging away slowly.

"Ya think ya can snatch him, Roadie?" Junkrat asked, raising his weapon, following the intruder with the barrel of the gun. Roadhog said not a word; instead, the hook in his hand suddenly shot out, and with a heavy thunk, hit the shadowed man dead-on. As if Pilar hadn't had a reason to fear them before, surely she did now, and rising to her feet, she slid away as quickly as she could, eyeing the exit of the warehouse. Freedom was nearly to her, and yet their supplies–a bike loaded with all sorts of loot, caught her eyes, and some sort of folded up, semi-burnt paper lay on the seat, piquing her interest. Damn her and her curiosity, and checking to make sure the junkers were well distracted with the enemy, she slid to the bike, picking up the paper–what looked like some sort of plans–quickly, allowing herself a moment to read over what it was they next planned.

"Oh shit."

It was the only reaction Pilar was able to have, when suddenly she felt herself being picked up and thrown over an enormous shoulder, the plans ripped from her hand by another. Damn. Things were definitely not going as planned, and as her face continued to bleed down her cheek and chin, being strapped to Roadhog's shoulder was definitely not where she wanted to be.

"Let go!" As if her words meant anything, she was completely ignored while the two seemed to shoot recklessly at the invader, but every time, he managed to slip away, without harm or injury. Struggle as she might, Pilar was both outnumbered and overpowered at this point, and try as she might to break free, there was no doubt that she would be stuck on Roadhog's shoulder, until the Junkers decided that they'd let her go.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock!"

A cackle filled the air, and re-positioning herself as best she could, Pilar caught a glimpse of Junkrat shooting haphazardly into the fray, and though, at that moment, she was safe from their wrath-as they were distracted with the other intruder-that did not mean she did not notice the immediate danger they were in. From the rafters, flew a bomb, and while Junkrat may not have noticed at that moment, Roadhog surely did, and though he made to reach for his cohort and pull him out of the way, the bomb exploded, launching the spindly man several feet away from Pilar and Roadhog.

Noticing as the intruder left, she and Roadhog seemed to be at a standstill, both watching Junkrat seemed to groan on the ground, though lifting his hand in a thumbs up a moment later, signalling he was okay. Brown eyes scanned the area as Pilar searched for her weapon, and seeing the polearm merely feet away from Junkrat, she also noticed the enemy had once again moved positions, though this time, the weapon of his choice was far greater than the small bomb he had used before. She watched the dynamite fall, as though in slow-motion, toward Junkrat, and her jaw clenched, Pilar mustering all the strength she had to lift herself up and off of Roadhog's shoulder, landing neatly behind the hulking man, before launching herself toward Relampago. Feeling as if she ran through water, a growl ripped from her throat, part of her wondered exactly why she was reaching out to defend him, but as the dynamite fell, her mechanical hand reached for the weapon, and at the last minute, she triggered the lightning mechanism within, the electrical power flowing freely from the bladed tip of her polearm.

"The hell?" Clearly, her actions confused the Junkers just as much as it confused her, and while the lightning of her attack deflected the bomb from reaching them, it would not be enough to protect them from the explosion. Backing away quickly was all she could do to protect herself from the blast, and though she dove out of the way, she could still feel the explosion hot on her skin, the smell of burning hair alerting her to the slight char to her chocolaty tresses.

Her arm scraped loudly against the concrete as she slid, and Pilar was thankful to land on the mech arm, rather than her remaining. Though her ears rung, it still did not deter her from launching herself upward again, pushing herself toward an open door to the right, stopping only for a moment to grab the plans on the Junkers' motorcycle. From the other side, she could hear heavy gallops of metal hooves against the paved ground, and she knew her freedom was close, and those she worked against could be behind bars soon.

The door was right there, not three feet before her. Arm stretching out, she could almost brush her fingers against the handle as she lunged forward. A smile curved her lips when she was able to just grasp the handle...

Chains rattled around her, and around her midriff, she could feel a hook circle around her, before tugging back sharply, launching Pilar backwards through the air. The wind was knocked out of her, and while she gasped for breath, doubled over the hook, she felt herself crash into another, a dark chuckle telling her that she was as far from freedom as one could be.

Falling to the ground, she was on hands and knees, sputtering, coughing to regain her breathing, and the uneven footsteps of a boot and pegged leg did not go unnoticed before her. She wheezed, her arm wrapped around her stomach-no doubt the pressure of the hook would cause a bruise-and her jaw clenched, tilting her head upward. Junkrat stood above her, eyes boring into Pilar's, wide smile menacing...not at all the kind of smile she wanted to see leered her way.

"Clever, sheila, but you ain't gonna get out of this so easily."

Growling, she forced herself to her feet, taking a step toward him, though Roadhog's large hand kept her from moving any further. Amused by her efforts, Junkrat let out a high-pitched cackle, shaking his head, before plucking his plans from her hand, shoving it deep within the pocket of his short.

"Don't think you're gonna stop us, mate," he chuckled, gesturing for them to get out of the warehouse, Roadhog, once again, lifting Pilar onto his shoulder. "As if yer gonna turn in the two greatest criminals th' world has ever seen."

Being jostled around as she was was not Pilar's cup of tea, but even as Junkrat spoke, she snorted, rolling her eyes, glaring at him from her position from Roadhog's shoulder. "Right, I'm sure you are," she hissed, daring to sass those who had her under their watch.

"Hey, hey, hey," he growled in return, eyes flashing dangerously when Pilar stuck her tongue out at him. "I'll have you know that Roadie an' I stole the Crown Jewels, and only destroyed a small part of England, thanks. Better than ya could do." The roar of the engine startled Pilar, and she thought vaguely that being on Roadhog's shoulder as he sped off was far from the safest thing to do, but then again, who was it that she was with? Her hand grasped onto the hulking man's shoulders, fingers wrapping around the straps of his shoulder bags, and she peered around his head at Junkrat, who sat in the sidecar, the stench of burning hair wafting toward her.

"Only, being the keyword," she retorted, rolling her eyes. "Do whatever you want, just let me go."

"An' let ya spill the beans to the pigs 'bout our next heist?" he laughed, running a hand through his smoking hair. "An' I thought I was the crazy one, eh Hog?" Nudging the other with his bony elbow, Roadhog merely grunted, more focused on the escape than what Junkrat had to say. "Yer too dangerous for us to just let ya go, sheila. Sorry, but no can do."

"Wonderful." Her words were silent, more of a murmur to herself than anything, and she turned her attentions to her mech arm, messing with a switch that would give her access to reroute Trueno's path, to let him know where exactly she was going.

However, a violet light suddenly flashed in her arm, and the appendage twitched out of control. For a moment, she froze, stunned, but as soon as it happened, it stopped, giving her cause to believe it was just a trick of the light.

Shaking her head, she flipped a final switch, and the honing mechanism was active; soon, Trueno would be on their tail...