Pausing only to retrieve her banderilla from where it had landed, Pilar kept on guard as they stepped through the empty corridors of the bank. Though she may have stepped softly, Roadhog's heavy footsteps and Junkrat's mismatched ones echoed off the walls, making it difficult to go completely unheard, but regardless, they seemed to be very well alone.

"Oi think this is th' first time we haven't had pigs swarmin' all over us," Junkrat hissed, yellow eyes narrowed in the darkness. "Makes things a hell of a lot easier, why didn't we do this before?"

Pilar huffed in a sort of laugh as Roadhog groaned in warning; she had a pretty good idea of why they hadn't attempted this sort of operation, and it all pointed to Junkrat currently fiddling with the bombs strapped to his chest, fingers of his free hand twitching idly against the explosives. Roadhog did not bother answering him; his attention was turned around a corner, and though Pilar would quickly reach him the speed with which he shot his hook out, pulling back an unwitting victim took her off guard. Of course, the loud crack to follow, accompanied by the thud of a crumpled heap on the ground before them had the color draining out of Pilar's face rather quickly. There was no mistake the man-a guard-was now dead, and as she heard a faint, dark chuckle, she could not help but to feel her knees give a little shake, causing her to wobble. But an arm around her shoulders steadied her for a moment, and the faint odor of gunpowder filled her nostrils when Junkrat leaned closer, giving her a shake.

"Now yer with the big boys, Caterpillar. Think ya can handle it?"

Goosebumps rose on her arm and on the back of her neck with the tone which is spoke. It was excited, almost exhilarated, as the thought of destruction seemed to elevate his mood tenfold. She glanced at him, studying his features with apprehension; his eyes were held a fervor to them, and the feral grin which slowly spread across his face was almost contagious. She could feel her heart begin to race, the anticipation settling in the pit of her stomach, and when a grin of her own spread across her face, mild surprise, too, joined the anticipation.

"Just wait and see."

Shrugging out of his grasp with a smug laugh, she stepped forward, careful to avoid the body on the ground, and sped her pace to fall alongside Roadhog, retrieving the weapon from her back. Where there was one, there would be others, and while Roadhog would have been more than a challenge for them alone, her weapons could prove useful.

They rounded another corner, coming into what looked like the main room of the bank. A single light shone at the middle of the ceiling, giving to them more visibility than they had before. From what Pilar could see, the guard whom Roadhog killed-the thought still made her stomach churn unpleasantly-had been rather alone, and the moment they saw the coast was clear, Junkrat began bounding about the room with at monstrous cackle, plastering bombs all over the place, while Roadhog headed straight for the vault door, and Pilar disabled what security devices she could see with an electrical shock.

After several minutes, Junkrat returned to Roadhog's side, studying the vault door with growing anticipation; though her back was turned to them, keeping watch-she did not wish to take anything for herself-she could feel his metallic fingers tapping along the door. His anticipation caused spiked her own, and she was thankful to hear a heavy thud, followed by a grunt, as Roadhog smacked him upside the head.

"Focus."

It was the first time Pilar had heard him speak since running into them, and she could not help but to glance at them from over her shoulder, surprise colored on her features. Junkrat rubbed the back of his head, grumbling deeply, though a moment later, he cocked his head, giving his cohort a grin.

"I'll be on me best behavior, Roadie."

The grunt Pilar heard from Roadhog did not surprise her, and she snorted herself, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

"Best behavior, right," she mused when his face scrunched up at her, and she stuck out her tongue in challenge. "Just get going with what you're doing, mate, and I'll be on my happy way."

"Yeah, yeah, ya'll be crawlin' back t' us when you find yerself cornered by pigs fer helpin' us, eh, sheila? Can't get enough of us."

Huffing, she blatantly ignored what Junkrat had to say, turning her attention back to the room before her. The windows did not give any sign to sirens or blazing lights of the police force; so far, so good.

As they fincked with the lock, and Pilar stood guard, it took only a bit of mumbling and cursing before she heard Junkrat chuckle in satisfaction, bounding back and ushering Pilar away from the door, Roadhog on their tail.

"Hey! What are you doi-?!"

"Cover yer ears, Caterpillar, unless ya wanna lose yer hearing!"

Without a second thought, she covered her ears, hunching over so that his body blocked her from the blast, and Roadhog shielded them both. The explosion rattled the entire building; Pilar had to fight to stay upright, but Roadhog's hand underneath her arm prevented her fall. Her eyes, which she had shut the moment he'd warned her, were fluttering open once more, but she immediately regretted her decision; her eyes burned with the settling dust, and for a moment, she doubled over, hacking and coughing as it too burned her lungs.

"How-do you deal with this?" she coughed, grunting as a heavy hand patted her back, Junkrat seemingly unaffected by the explosion. He could only laugh, heaving her up just as Roadhog had before, once again ruffling her hair, messing it up from the bun she had already fixed once that evening.

"When ya've lived in the Outback like Hog an' I have," he began, rolling his shoulders before hobbling back to the door. His arm waved before him, clearing the dust, and when Pilar took a look, she could hear him chuckling darkly before he glanced over his shoulder at her, quirking a brow. "Ya get used to it."

Though the statement concerned her, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand before peering into the vault, her eyes widening at what she saw: bars of gold, jewels, and what looked like several crowns of different shapes and sizes came into view. She was stunned; Pilar had never seen anything like it in her life, and here it was, before her, free for the taking...though not in a way she would have liked.

With a mighty gesture, Junkrat gestured at she and Roadhog to dive in after him, and while she had no intentions of taking anything, she was interested in getting a closer look at what the vault had to offer. Roadhog, on the other hand, eagerly trotted forward, immediately scooping up a great handful and shoveling it into one of the saddlebags he wore on his shoulders. Likewise, Junkrat began filling a back, giggling happily under his breath, and while she did draw closer, she could not help but to keep watch...it was too easy; it was as though it had been ready for them all along.

"Oi, Caterpillar, git over here! I found somethin' you might like!"

She glanced back, her insecurities suddenly disappearing as her eyes locked on the junkers, both swimming in treasure of their wildest dreams. While it was nothing like the Crown Jewels of England, there was still a fair amount of gold and jewels to be had.

"Here!" Pilar started, prepared to catch whatever it was he was about to throw, but he took her by surprise, limping forward with a crooked grin, placing atop her head a small, silver tiara with ruby stones inlaid. Her hand gingerly touched the crown, a small grin curving her features.

"You know I'm not here to take anything," she mused, carefully taking the tiara off. "I was just repaying a debt."

"Rubbish, you've gotta remember us somehow," he responded, throwing a long, golden chain around Roadhog's neck. "Keep it, it suits ya."

Looking rather perplexed, she kept the tiara regardless of what she believed in, her fingers gently tracing over the delicate design in the silver metal. The pair were clearly enjoying themselves quite a bit; after taking their fill, they dressed themselves spectacularly, and Pilar couldn't help but to chuckle as she watched.

However, her glee was cut short as suddenly her arm buzzed-not from anything hacking it, thank god, but because Trueno was trying to get a hold of her, and quickly. Mild concern crossed her features as she flipped the switch to allow his voice to flow through the speaker, and the panic she heard in his tone was not something she'd ever witnessed before.

"Pιlαr, yoυ мυѕт ɢeт oυт ɴow. Tнey αre coмιɴɢ."

As though on cue, she could see the lights of the police force now, and not long after, the sirens followed, causing her stomach to drop in sheer panic.

"Hijo de puta...hey guys? We need to get the hell out of here, now."