"Ah, fuck."

Pilar hissed, jumping at the tumult from the door, her hand clenching tightly, still wrapped in Junkrat's hair. He too, had been startled, attempting to rise, though falling immediately back again as he realized his hair was still within her clutches. It took a moment to compose themselves before they were launching toward their weapons, Pilar sliding gracefully along the tiled floor in her socks, picking up Relampago, which had rested neatly against the wall. Junkrat, on the other hand, was not quite as graceful, but a hell of a lot deadlier, as bombs seemed to be plastered around the doorway almost instantly. As Pilar crouched at the ready, he'd bounded to her position, weapon aimed at the entrance, crazed smile spreading widely across his face, when not a moment later, another clamorous, metallic thud rung thru the air. Whatever was outside, trying to get in, was big, and likely far stronger than both Pilar and Junkrat combined.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Junkrat exclaimed, his whole body vibrating as the anticipation of battle caused his body to shake. Adrenaline rushed thru him, and Pilar could see the fire in his eyes as he loaded his frag launcher, tongue lolling out of his mouth madly. Even her heart raced when her dark eyes fell upon him, flickering from the arsonist to the door and back again, and anticipation hung thick in the air between them.

There was an electrical crackle in the air as she flipped Relampago's switch, the bladed end flashing as energy coursed thru and around the metal. The thuds grew louder, more jarring, and she could see the door begin to cave inward at the force of what was pushing its way in. Trepidation prickled the hair at the back of her neck; Junkrat might have had explosives, and she might have had electrocuting weapons, but they were still likely outnumbered. Whatever it was–omnic by the sound of metal grating on metal–was likely larger than her, and stronger than them both.

In a last effort to save their skins from whoever was breaking through, Junkrat threw out his trap, which crashed onto the ground before the door, which now was being ripped off the hinges. Pilar, likewise, threw out her banderillas, creating a triangular perimeter around the trap–whoever was coming in was in for a whirlwind of explosions, that was certain. However, as she prepared herself for attack, she found herself suddenly backed against the wall, furthest from the door, a mine detonator clutched in her hand.

"They break thru, you blow this place t' shit!" he roared over the tumult, and she nodded vigorously, poking her head around him. They were almost in, and though she felt panic rising–there was no way they'd come out, unscathed–she kept a level head and sound mind, flipping up the cover that kept the button from being pushed. She could vaguely hear a deep grunt from the other side, followed by the grating of metal on cement, and hands appeared on either side of the door, wrenching it clean off its hinges. Here goes nothing!

"PILAR!"

That voice! She knew it anywhere, and it was her hesitation that had saved two colossal creatures–man and omnic alike–from utter destruction as they pushed thru the doorway. Junkrat, who had heard only an omnic's voice cry Pilar's name, growled, pinning her to the wall behind him as though to guard her from view, aiming his frag launcher at the mess that was the entryway of the building.

"Jamison, please," she cried, and though she could see his lips twitch into a very faint grin at the sound of his name, the fire in his eyes had become a blazing, hateful inferno. The dust had not yet settled, and they could make out a pair of glowing, blue eyes, and as far as the Junker knew, it was an omnic, and omnics needed to be blown up.

"Ya think I'm gonna let that piece o' shit get t' ya, Caterpillar, ya got another thing coming!" His arm swept back, keeping her in place while he crouched, and a growl ripped from his lips as he let loose several frags from his weapon. Pilar watched in horror as they bounced toward the pair of glowing eyes, and grasp at his arm as she might, he did not budge. However, while they watched, a shield of sorts appeared from a spot right above the glowing eyes, deflecting the frags and sending them launching back at the two.

"Well, shit, didn't expect that."

As it bounced ever nearer, they found themselves being backed up into the corner nearest the bathroom door. Pilar should have been accustomed to this sort of thing by now, but even she panicked as each thunk against the ground brought it closer to them.

"You should have!" Pilar screeched, her nails digging into his arm as it rolled slowly toward them. There as no doubt it would explode–she could hear it ticking at it neared–at the last minute, he'd turned around and shielded her with his body, just in the nick of time.

There was a small explosion–well, small by junker standards–and Pilar could feel the burn against her feet and legs as the frag went off beside them. Though it did hurt, the hiss in her ear made by Junkrat told her that it was far more painful to him than it was to her. She'd been partially blocked from the attack; he had met it fully.

With a slight groan, he leaned into her, his remaining leg clearly weakened by the frag. Pilar, adjusting herself to keep him upright, peeked around him, watching the dust finally settle. Sheknew it had been Trueno coming in, and had Junkrat just listened to her, they wouldn't have gotten hurt.

Not a moment later, after Trueno shook his great head, the shield dissipating, Roadhog shouldered his way inside, arms folded across his chest as his eyes gazed at the pair thru his mask. Her gaze shifted toward him as she got Junkrat upright again, and after a moment of silence, the behemoth threw a bundle at their feet, his head tilting curiously as he watched.

Pilar glanced at Junkrat, who merely shrugged, and she knelt to pick up whatever it was that Roadhog had tossed. It was heavier than it looked, and as she dug within its contents, she pulled forth a note on a crumpled scrap of paper. The sack had been handed off to Junkrat, who, too, looked within, pulling out several bombs–poison bombs, but the look of it, turning a confused glance toward his cohort and the bull. Pilar, however, let out a small gasp, realizing exactly what it was that she held.

"This is Talon," she murmured, revealing to them the symbol of the antagonistic organization. "And this callsign–those three drops of blood–is the callsign of Sangre." She paused, color draining from her face. "My father."