"He?"
From the end of the alleyway suddenly appeared a figure in black, the very same who had cornered Pilar in the first place. Growl as she might, it was nothing compared to the reaction Junkrat had as he leapt to his feet, his frag launcher suddenly in his hand, aimed at the man who fast approached. Seeing his face had Pilar wondering why the hell he was back; she would not join Talon, not even if it meant it would end her life, and yet he seemed distraught as he flew threw the wreckage and corpses, taking no caution to keep from stepping in a pile of blood and bones.
"Pilar!" he cried out, seeing Trueno's broken form heaped on the ground. He could not believe Sombra when she said Pilar had been killed by rogue junkers; his daughter was too strong, and as he neared enough to see that Pilar knelt beside her companion, with a very angry junker hovering above her, he stopped short, eyes wide in surprise.
"Pilar, you're–"
"Alive, I know. She lied." Pablo inched closer, fully ignoring Junkrat as he growled with each step he took. "Get away from me."
"Pilar, you must–"
"She ain't gonna do anything, mate!" Junkrat roared, bounding toward the stranger in anger. As though waiting for him, Pablo's hand raised, a misty veil of blood coalescing around the hand raised at Junkrat, and he hissed, feeling scrapes and scratches tear themselves across his neck and shoulders, his features twisted in disgust as he realized what Pablo was doing. Pilar screamed in protest, rising once again, swinging Relampago in her hand as she made to attack her father, the wounds on her neck and shoulders healing.
Snarling, Junkrat shook his head, dropping his weapon altogether, happy to rip the man apart with his bare hands. Though there was nothing more he could do to heal his daughter, he still drew from Junkrat as the man attacked, and yet, with Pilar's electric bolt from the bladed end of Relampago, he was quickly overpowered by the pair. Before he could crumple to the ground in defeat, Junkrat managed to catch him by the scruff of his cloak-like jacket, his eyes flashing to the woman beside her, a wild sort of pride and admiration in his eyes at the bloodthirsty expression on her face.
"I'm guessin' this bloke's yer dad, eh?"
"You're fucking right, he is."
"Good, 'cause it's about to make what I'm about t' bloody do a thousand times better in yer book, sheila." She'd barely had time to respond when suddenly Junkrat's mech hand came out of nowhere, fingers balled into a fist that smacked Pablo right upside the side of his head. It was an instant knock-out, especially after the bolt of Pilar's lightning attack, and he crumpled to the ground in a heap, collapsing in a puddle of blood and oil.
Pilar, spitting on the ground at her father's feet, turned her gaze back to Junkrat, a wicked grin lifting her lips. "I've been wanting to do that for a very long time," she said, and though it hadn't been her to punch her father across the face, she was still happy to see it was someone she caredabout to do it for her. But the moment her smile appeared, it faded away when her attention went back to Trueno as he spoke.
"Go, ɴow. Leαve мe вeнιɴd; ιғ αll ɢoeѕ αѕ plαɴɴed, yoυ wιll нαve мe вαcĸ ιɴ ɴo тιмe." Even as Pilar shook her head, biting her lip, a sigh-like sound escaped his vocal processor, eyes flickering. "Pιlαr, pleαѕe. Yoυ cαɴ'т ѕαve мe ɴow. Yoυ мυѕт ɢo."
Pilar, making no motion to move, could only shake her head, unable to keep herself from abandoning him, yet Junkrat knew what it was he needed to do. Hate the thing as he might, Pilar was putting her life on the line for the pile of junk, something he, nor Trueno, could let her do. Finally, something they agreed on, and as he limped toward Pilar, he caught the bull's eyes–if that's what the hell they were–and nodded, catching her around the waist, picking her up as best as he could, before bringing his fingers to his lips, whistling loudly.
"Oi, Roadie! Get yer hook down here!"
Pilar, tight in his arms, realized what was happening, and though she couldn't bring it upon herself to struggle–after all, she did want to get out of there–she still cried out to Trueno, who lay motionless on the ground, his eyes flickering more and more rapidly with each second that passed.
"Trueno, I'll find you again! I'll–"
Roadhog's hook suddenly appeared beside Junkrat's head, and his free arm latched around it almost instantly, tugging to let the other know to pull them up. Even as she felt herself jolt upward, her attention was still focused on Trueno as her dark hair whipped about her face, and he used what was remaining of his energy to speak the words he knew Pilar needed to hear, before his eyes turned dark permanently.
"I ĸɴow, Pιlαr. Be ѕαғe. I αм wιтн yoυ."
Before she knew it, they were at the top of the building, Roadhog helping them over the edge and safely onto the roof. Pilar's heart raced, and he knees suddenly buckled on her when she was set down. She sunk heavily to the ground, the weight of the situation suddenly becoming evident to her; Trueno had been destroyed, ripped away from her. Her father was trying to bring her to him, and his own 'ally' tried to kill her because she was a inconvenience. She could vaguely register Junkrat at Roadhog shouting at each other, and as she brought her legs to her chest, resting her brow on her knees, she felt another plop on the found next to her, mismatched hands, resting on each of her shoulders, shaking her lightly.
"Oi, Pilar, yer okay now, ya know. They ain't gonna come for ya now."
Breathing deeply through her nose, she struggled to remain calm, and it took a few moments to gather herself before she spoke.
"Trueno is gone," she croaked. "They're going to tear him apart and target my mother, I know it." Taking another deep breath, she sat up, staring at the palm of her mech hand, remembered the information he had given her, last minute. "But he can be saved. He gave me what I need to help him, to help Overwatch." Though for a moment, the briefest bit of hope flashed across her face, indecision, too, flickered in her eyes. "I could take this to Gibraltar…but risk your freedom. I can't do that."
As much as she did not want to go to Gibraltar, and much less, alone, there was only one way to bring Trueno back to them: she'd find her mother, alone, and give her all the information she could to them. However, as her eyes flashed to Roadhog and then to Junkrat, fixing longest on him, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to separate from them. She knew Roadhog could read her like a book, for the moment she opened her mother, he shook his head roughly, thoroughly confusing Junkrat.
"Wot? What's he' shakin' his head for. Caterpillar, don't tell me yer–"
"I have to go to Gibraltar. I didn't think this was a serious matter, but Trueno is a danger to Overwatch, in Talon's hands. And–" She paused, gulping, as she averted her gaze to the area between she and Junkrat, leaning forward slightly so that her brow rested against his shoulder.
"I can't bring you with me. I can't let you sacrifice your freedom."
It hurt to say, and it hurt even more when she felt Junkrat pull away, aghast at what it was she said. Rising to his feet, he crossed his arms defiantly, a perturbed expression resting on his face. "Th' hell ya think yer going anywhere without me, Caterpillar," he said nose wrinkling. "Ijus' got ya back, I'm not lettin' ya leave again!" She sighed, turning her gaze upon him, shaking her head pleadingly.
"Jamison, that's a one-way ticket to imprisonment. For both of you!"
"We'll bust out, then! It won't be the first time, and it sure as hell won't be the last!" he growled as she rose to her feet, trying to make her see sense in what he was saying. "An loike we're gonna let you go on yer own, either! Yer bull, that damn omnic, let ya be carried away by a fuckin' junker that he'd tear t' shred's given the chance. We hate each other, and he still trusts me with ya. Ya can't go!"
"And you can't just walk into Overwatch territory without getting caught! There's ahuge bounty on both your heads, and you think they'll just let you waltz right out of there, you've got another thing coming!"
She was stressed, emotional, and as she gestured wildly with her mech arm, Pilar hadn't noticed the purplish spark that flashed from her shoulder, all the way to the palm of her hand. Junkrat and Roadhog, however, had seen it, and the former swore loudly, realizing exactly what they were up against. Hell, it wasn't the first time Pilar had her arm hacked by the Talon bitch, and with a growl, he launched himself at her, gripping her wrist within his mechanical hand, holding it tightly before it could harm any of them.
"What are you–"
"That bitch got into yer arm again, Caterpillar," Junkrat growled as the arm began to act up. "Have a feelin' it's not gonna be like the last time…it's gonna be a lot worse."
Her brown eyes fixed upon her limb, horrified, realizing exactly what was happening. It was working on its own accord; flailing about, it knocked against Junkrat as it struggled to throw him off, but he held on with all his might, fist clenching tightly as it struggled to break free. As he had it, Pilar knew what had to be done–reaching up toward her shoulder, she ripped the shredded part of her shirt away, revealing the sockets to which the arm was attached. It would take a few minutes; she could not just rip the limb from her torso without causing serious damage to her and the arm, but as it continued to prove difficult to hold onto, her options were looking quite slim.
"Just rip it off!" she roared, struggling as it forced it's way out of Junkrat's grasp, knocking her back a few steps. She could see from the look in his eyes that it was not exactly what he wanted to do, but as the magnet in her palm activated, pulling Relampago toward her and igniting the bladed, Pilar began to panic, knowing that whatever happened, it would not end well.
Her wrist twirled Relampago about, and she could feel the mechanisms within charging one of the remaining banderillas to stun its target. Roadhog might have been safe; the man was enormous and would likely handle the shock better than Junkrat, and Pilar knew that they had to stop her before her hand had its way.
Junkrat, staying out of her reach, came to a halt beside Roadhog, but not before the arm had released Relampago, the polearm flying thru the air, quickly reaching its target. Pushing Junkrat out of the way, as he'd not been fast enough, Roadhog was able to sidestep the weapon in enough time that the blade barely grazed his arm, giving a small jolt of electricity to the hulking man. Junkrat, obviously distracted by the attack, did not notice as the banderilla shot from Pilar's hand, landing on the ground between his feet. Once he noticed it, there was barely enough time to bound out of the way, and though he had managed to avoid the attack for the most part, he was still electrocuted rather badly when the sparks reached his leg. With a pained howl, he rolled away, his hair standing on end while shaking his head, forcing himself to focus.
Pilar watched on in horror as she tried to stop the appendage, fumbling with the sockets that kept it attached to her torso. They were loosening, thank god, but that still did not stop it from launching the last banderilla, forcing her friends to jump and bound out of the way to avoid another lovely shock.
Fuck's sake, she thought angrily, that was until her arm rounded on her, metal fingers wrapping around her neck so suddenly that she'd barely had time to register it had turned against her. Fuck, Sombra must have wanted her gone badly, because the moment she realized what was happening, she was gasping for air, unable to catch a breath as her fearful, panicked gaze fixed upon the junkers, who had torn their eyes away from her for but a minute to keep her weapons safely out of distance. However, the moment they realized she was turning blue, Junkrat's eyes flashed in fear, wrenching Roadhog's hook out of his hand, throwing it as hard as he could around Pilar, catching her around the waist. With a mighty tug, she was flying toward them, but she hardly noticed; her vision was starting to flicker and her body grew weak as she was denied the air she so disparately needed.
She collided with Junkrat with a heavy thud, and her form slumped against his as her legs gave out from beneath her. Her vision had faded, and had not Junkrat immediately dropped the hook to catch her, she would have been on the ground in an instant. However, hoisting her up, he shook her in hopes that she might regain consciousness, and his features became panicked, his entire body shaking as she did not respond to his pleas to wake up.
"Damn it, Pilar, ya gotta wake up! C'mon!" He growled deeply, shifting her that he might look at her face, and seeing her eyes unfocused and distant had him tearing his gaze away from her, fixing on Roadhog while his lip curled in anger.
"Fuckin' do it!"
Junkrat had barely spoken when Roadhog's meaty hand wrapped around the mechanical appendage, ripping it away from her body as hard as he possibly could. It separated from her shoulder first, damaging the sockets set in place to keep the arm from shifting. The moment the sockets had broken, the fingers relaxed their grip around Pilar's neck, and he was able to rip it away without hurting her too much; there were still deep, red marks around her neck, and as Roadhog threw it to the ground, the arm continued to twitch, activating the magnet in the palm to draw Relampago to it. However, Roadhog brought his heavy boot down upon it, shattering the hand before it could do more damage, and it briefly lit up in a purplish light before the arm twitched in place, finally falling dead.
Unconscious as she was, Junkrat still continued to shake her, jaw clenching as she did not respond to his prods. Falling to his knees, holding onto her tightly, he simply couldn't understandwhy she wasn't waking up. Why she couldn't hear him calling her name. The hand had barely choked her, right? She'd be fine, right? Well, why the hell wasn't she waking up?! Bringing his ear to her chest, he listened carefully for anything that might say she was alive. Though he could hardly focus, it took all his strength to listen closely, so closely, and as his hands gripped her tightly, fearing the worst, the steady thump of her heart, if not a bit quick, reached him. It took a moment for him to realize that it was there, and just as his eyes widened in epiphany, he felt her chest expand against his face as she suddenly took a deep, ragged breath, coughing as her left hand reached for her throat.
"God, what the hell–" she began, be she found herself being pulled forward roughly, arms wrapping around her tightly. It took a moment for her to adjust–her throat was still sore as she coughed–but the moment she realized Junkrat had pulled her into a rough sort of hug, her arm wrapped around his shoulder, fingers tangling in what was left of his hair. His face was buried into her shoulder, and he said not a word, but the protectiveness with which he held onto her was enough to tell her how he felt.
Roadhog, grunting as he picked up Pilar's limb, shuffled toward she and Junkrat, watching them closely through the lenses in his mask. His gaze fixed on her shoulder, which bled slightly from the force it took to remove her now useless arm, but she did not seem perturbed as her face rested against the top of his head, eyes closing as they glistened with fearful tears. His hook lay beside them, and though he did not make to pick it up right away, a hand landed heavily on Junkrat's back, causing both he and Pilar to jump, impressing on them that the needed to leave right now.
It took a moment for Pilar to draw herself away from Junkrat, but collecting herself as best she could, she turned her gaze on Roadhog, eyes fixing immediately on the crushed arm dangling pathetically from his hand. Finally, she realized that there were several, stabbing pains in her right shoulder as she looked at it, feeling oddly lopsided as she now had no arm to keep her balanced. Almost immediately, her left hand clutched the shoulder, feeling rather naked and ashamed, and the tears which had welled up in her eyes suddenly burst forth, realizing exactly the situation she was in.
"Trueno…my father…my arm…"
Roadhog didn't let her get any further, however, gesturing for them both to rise. "We need to go," he said gruffly, reaching to pick up his hook before shuffling away, observing the area for more threats as Pilar and Junkrat were currently unable to.
Biting her lip, she turned her gaze back to Junkrat, who had been focused on her the entire time, the fire still blazing within his eyes. However, there was something more within them, something she couldn't quite place, and after a moment, she sighed, resting her brow against his in defeat.
"He's right," she murmured weakly, resting her hand on his shoulder as she struggled to rise to her feet. His eyes closed lazily for only a moment, and he too rose, helping her up. Her legs still weak, they wobbled for a moment, and straightening up, her left side felt heavier than her right, so used to having an arm in place. "We've gotta go."
Nodding, he made sure she was good to walk, and as she began to step forward, she was quiet aware of his touch on her waist, and her remaining hand firmly gripped within his.