Night had fallen. Only the faint flickering streetlamps lit their path and the clunking of Trueno's hooves filled the night.

Pilar shivered, and it was not due to the chill in the air; her mind raced, miles a minutes, knowing well that their venture in the shadows would likely end catastrophically. She was no criminal; it was only because of her idea they remained inconspicuous, but once they were inside, it would only be a matter of time before things started to explode.

"C'mon, I ain't gettin' any younger," hissed a voice from behind her. Pilar glanced quickly over her shoulder, eyes narrowed, and she effectively ignored him, poking her head around the corner. The entrance to the building was not guarded, not by anything she could see, but she was wiser to know that the main bank of her country would not go without any kind of security after hours.

" Cállate ," she hissed, her hand stretching out behind her, giving him a light whack. "If you wanna do this right, you have to be patient." He grumbled, swatting her hand away, and she made disgruntled sound, before leading him onward and around the corner.

Roadhog had taken a path of his own on the other side of the building. The back hatch was relatively unguarded; so strong were the metal doors that it rarely needed patrols to keep it safe. But the brute strength he had could easily rip a door off it's hinges, and though it would likely alert someone, it was far faster than trying to push through the main entrance.

Trueno patrolled the perimeter, relaying information to Pilar through a speaker in her arm. There had been high tensions earlier that evening; it had nearly come to blows between the junkers and the omnic, and had Pilar not run into them last minute, Trueno would have been seriously damaged in the fight. She was still fuming about it, but her levelheadedness kept her focused on the task at hand, and she was glad to be able to separate Trueno from the lot, even if it meant she was not as safe.

Clearly impatient, Junkrat shoved past her, making to stick his head around the corner and get the operation moving, but with an annoyed huff, Pilar sprung forward, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him back with a grunt. Though displeased, desiring nothing more than to get his hands on his explosives, to cause as much mayhem as he could, he fell back, angrily swinging his head around to face her, effectively backing her into the wall behind her.

"Wot are ya waitin' around for, then?" he growled, his mechanical hand resting on the wall above her hand, fingers tapping impatiently against the surface. He was hunched over her, rather close, his eyes boring into Pilar's, a slightly annoyed grin resting on his face. "We can't wait all night, sheila."

Vaguely aware of how close he actually was, she cleared her throat, meeting his stare with a resolute expression. She crossed her arms, eyeing him cooly, her lip twitching in a faint smirk. "If you want this done right, you will have to trust me. Going in, guns blazing, will alert the authorities, and you won't get the prize you're looking for."

She did not wait for him to respond; she casually slid underneath his arm and stood at the corner of the building again, poking her head around to better see the bank itself. From across the way, she could see Trueno, half hidden in the alleyway shadows, the glowing of his eyes locking on Pilar's position.

"Tнe coαѕт ιѕ cleαr. Now ιѕ yoυr cнαɴce," came his voice from the speaker on her arm. She raised it as Junkrat hovered behind her in interest, and she could feel him almost vibrating in anticipation. "Mαĸe ιт qυιcĸ. I wιll ѕтαll ғor yoυ, ѕнoυld αɴyoɴe ѕнow υp, вυт I cαɴɴoт proмιѕe αɴyтнιɴɢ."

"Gracias, Trueno," she replied, flipping a switch in her arm, muting his voice, yet letting him hear she and her team. From behind her, she could hear him begin to cackle, and though it was not loud-yet-she nudged him, only to hear a disgruntled noise in return.

"Let's go, then," she hissed, tugging at his arm, leading the way toward the bank as he followed. "And for the love of Dios, please do not blow anything up."

"Yer no fun, Caterpillar," he whined, the mismatching thunks of his steps hot on her trail. "Roadie'd let me blow up all the shit I liked, so long as we got the loot."

"Yes, well," she huffed, slowing her pace, only that they would be in line with each other. "I'm not looking to get caught. I don't know why I even agreed to this, it's against everything I am about."

"Ya just couldn't let a couple of fine guys like Roadie an' me outta your sight, eh?" he teased, and Pilar's brow furrowed as she shot a side-glance at him. "I wouldn't blame ya, honestly. I'd feel the same way. I'm a catch."

"Whatever you say, Junkrat," she growled, slowing her pace the moment Roadhog came into view. The door which they would enter was already laying on the grown, bent and damaged, as though it had been punched in several places before being ripped straight from it's inside, it would have seemed the coast was clear to anyone, but the dust that had not yet settled alerted Pilar to security devices set in place that would immediately call for backup. Her lips pursed, looking for the source of their power, and seeing as there were none, she stood before them in the doorway, aiming her hand, feeling the banderillas within readying their attack.

"I hope this works," she said, glancing back at her cohorts, a less-than-confident expression on her face. "Otherwise we could be in some trouble..."

Before they could answer, the banderilla flew, embedding itself in the ground yards away, and the lightning shock lit up the room, sending bolts of electricity into the mechanisms, stunning them, rendering them unusable. There was no alarm as far as she could tell, and as the pair pushed passed her, she almost thought to leave and not look back. But while Roadhog made his way further down the hall, hook clenched in one first, his weapon in the other, Junkrat stayed behind, glancing at Pilar, whose uncertainty was distinct on her features.

"Ya comin', sheila?"

Her gaze flickered back toward him, and though his features were twisted in feral glee, she managed a thin-lipped smirk. Heart racing with the exhilaration of what was to come, she bounded forward, purposely knocking her shoulder into his, before following in Roadhog's trail.

"You're damn right I am."