Hello, thank you for taking the time and reading this story I have written. If you didn't get from the title this is a story with elements of Hitman in it. You will also notice a different take on how Jaune becomes this, instead of the whole family is killed or throws him out because of his lack of skill. This was basically an idea that I had for awhile and had to type it up after speaking to a few other authors. This could be a one-shot but if it generates enough interest I'll continue writing it. But if you don't like it then just don't read it.

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The death of an Arc

The Arcs are well known by thousands even millions to be a family of heroes and warriors. None more than Johnathan Arc the man who fought in the great war. Many knew him as a hero for the things he did to protect them during that war but none of them knew what he was like after and the guilt he felt after the war had ended. Although he protected many by slaying grim during battles and attacks that occurred during that time. He also took human and faunus lives.

To him, all life was precious no matter what or who they were, but to protect the ones who couldn't protect themselves he would willingly take a person's life be it a man or a woman, human or faunus.

He was not proud of what he had done or the lives he took during that war. Although he received the praise of how great a hero he was when the war ended, he could never forget about taking the lives of those that were fighting for something they believed in. All their blood that he spilled would stain his hands and blade Crocea Mors. The legendary blade and shield that he forged during that time would never dull, rust, or break. The metals and dust he used to create the blade made it indestructible for the purpose of protecting the lives of many. When the war ended it didn't matter how much he cleaned the blade or his hands because both were stained with blood.

Arc wondered if he could have done something else, but he always knew the answer to that thought. If he had not taken their life they would have killed innocent people not fighting in the war. He remembered their faces in perfect detail before taking their life and watching that light slowly leave their body as their soul went with Oum. He didn't feel guilty about his actions after the war but they still haunted him until he took his final breath.

After him any Arc born down the bloodline be it a boy or girl was made a hero and warrior to defend against the evils of grim. Each child from the Arc's was greatly skilled in their abilities even better than their parents when tested. Any hunter Academy would hope for an Arc child to be sent to their academy to train further than what their parents did.

Even Atlas wanted the Arc's so they could train them into the perfect soldier. They knew that if they could get an Arc and train them they could beat any Grimm, Hunter, and criminal. They would fear nothing and if needed serve as a weapon for the kingdom.

But the one group in each generation of the Arc's that was respected the most was the males.

The reason being of Johnathan, even though the girls were skilled the boys were as equally skilled in fighting but it was their aura and semblances that made them the most powerful. When Jonathan fought in the war they had reports of him facing hordes of grim alone. During the fight a bright light was seen then it vanished leaving all grim dead and little harm to himself. Then his son Jason was sent to clear an area infested with grim. In a matter of hours, Jason cleared the infested area which would usually take months if not years to clear out. Due to Jason's semblance, which allowed him to control plants, he used his ability to help clear out the grim and clear the area for mining.

Soon after people became aware of the Arc's abilities and power. Despite their powers and abilities, there was a downside to being an Arc. If you weren't huntsmen both human and faunus looked down on you.

For two centuries if someone found out that an Arc, or someone of the bloodline of an Arc, couldn't fight or show their ability as an Arc they were shunned and insulted for not living up to that name. They might as well be garbage not even worth living, so many Arc's would train and train living up to the families name making the name meaning more and more, making it harder for the new generations to live up to the name. That's why each arc one after another became stronger and stronger making the name of the Arc mean something as if they had to live up to it.

That's why so many would train for years even so far as training their children at a very young age so that they could live up to the name and legacy. But there was the generation who began to care less of that.

That generation was with John Arc. He honestly didn't care about living up to the Arc name just because so many people believed an Arc should always be a hero because of his great-grandfather that fought two hundred years ago in the great war. He knew he was skilled but it wasn't for the Arc name. He was strong so he could protect people like a hunter is supposed to do, not because of some name, but also for his family.

His younger brother Jason wasn't as gifted in fighting or a semblance like him, so he was shunned by anyone. So he defended his younger brother when they were children when he got bullied. The other kids calling him weak or pushing him around for not being an 'Arc'. But after so long of his older brother saving him from people he got sick of it making him resent John for being the 'lucky' one.

After that, they grew distant until they just completely stopped speaking to each other. He wanted to fix things but Jason wouldn't speak to him ever after that. He eventually lost touch with him when he left. After that, he decided to forget about what others cared. Let them think what they wanted, there are others who could take that place. He wanted his children to live their own lives as they wanted, not following in their families name because people said they were supposed to. But if the wanted and only if they wanted to then would he help them train to be hunters.

And that's what he did for each of his daughters. He never once said a word to them about their families past unless they asked him but once he did they instantly wanted to be huntresses. When they had begun their training they were natural at it, each of them getting better and better each session until they went off to an academy to become fully fledged huntresses.

But he always wished that they wouldn't want to be hunters and instead live their own life. But it's their own and can choose to do with it as they liked. But as he looked at his pregnant wife who was carrying another two children but one being a son. He hoped of having a son since he had nothing but daughters, but he also wanted to ensure that he could live his life as his own and not an arc because of what other people say. To ensure that he moved to Patch with his wife June. The perfect place to raise a family.

John was sparing with Athena, the oldest, as she came home from hunting for a visit same with her sister, who was a year younger. She wore her usual outfit which was her old blue jeans that had the thread showing with a belt that would hold her ammo clips. Some think it would hinder her movement but they never did. Then a brown tank top with a matching brown button up over it while her hair always down but kept at a reasonable size. Then the sneakers she's had for years that she wore for sparing. She only dressed up for special events but still liked to try new styles but always went back to her usual look. He watched as she used the momentum from her gauntlets to toss herself up into the air.

She seemed to always be the most destructive heavy hitter of his girls. Especially when she was mad, and that was quite often due to her short temper. He remembered the time Angela placed blue hair dye into the shampoo right as Athena was going to take a shower.

He learned that even at a young age she was a strong one after she destroyed the house and an edge of town trying to get Angela. Most are still afraid of her after that day.

"Come on! Is that all you have?" He yelled up to her as she came down from her jump with her gauntlets ready to smash him, but he raised his shield blocking the hit from her gauntlets. The ground beneath him slightly sinking from the force as she stayed crouched with her fist still on the shield as he held it up.

"Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing!" She smirked as she grabbed the shield around the edges and slid off of it pulling, and due to his arm being on the handle and strap around his forearm he went with it.

"Have a nice, FLIGHT!"

She spun around tossing him into the air. She watched as he flipped around in the air. He was never good in the air due to his build. He looked back down to catch a glimpse of Athena as she began changing her weapons form into their machine gun mode. He quickly fixed himself and faced the shield towards her. Just as he did he could feel a rain of bullets hitting the shield bouncing off. As he blocked the bullets the force of her shots pushed him as he was still in the air until he was too far for her shots to reach him. He fell until he landed into the trees nearby.

She stopped firing and removed the clips from the gauntlets as she turned a dial and they changed again, four pieces popped out around the wrist glowing red.

"And people said adding more would be stupid." She remembered when she added this mode to them. It almost took half the house the first time but it was worth it. She ran off into the trees where he landed, and while she ran John was slowly climbing out of the small created he made.

"Ah, I'm gonna feel that in the morning." He said realizing age was catching up to him.

He finally climbed out looking around for his shield, while holding his back. He saw it laying on the ground covered in ice from the dust rounds she was using.

"Should have brought the sword."

He thought he could handle her but it seemed she was getting a lot better, same with Angela. But as he finally got out a thought popped into his head.

"Where is she?" He thought about his second oldest, Angela, who was also in to spar but he hasn't seen her since, so where was she? He suddenly felt something wrap around his body. He looked down to see a chain around him.

'Crap.'

He was then pulled all the way slamming into a tree before being pulled again and slammed back into the ground. He looked around d trying to find where the chain was coming but due to being tossed around like a rag doll he couldn't look around to get a good look. He was slammed into the floor and trees for another five minutes until the chains stopped and dropped him to the ground.

He lay there feeling as the bruises on both his skin and bones slowly began healing. He really didn't want to move due to the bruised bones hurting much worse if he moved. He looked over at where the chains were being pulled to.

He watched them be dragged into the bushes before they disappeared from his sight. As he watched he saw Angela walk out from her bidding place. She wore a white shirt with black pants. Then a long hood that was black on the outside but red on the inside of the back of the cape was the same symbols as Crocea Mors. Then a pair of black boots that reached up to her ankle.

"I win." She said as she walked over to him with a cheeky grin. She was so much like her mother.

"Yea...you guys win..." He said as the wind was knocked out of him after that final slam. As he did a loud crash was heard from the trees.

They looked over to see Athena as she smashes a tree out of her way using her gauntlets ready to fight until she saw her dad on the ground not getting meaning he was already out.

"Oh come on! That's cheating!" She yelled at Angela

"No, it wasn't I was waiting for the moment to attack." She stated.

"I was the one who kept fighting him while you waited to steal the win!" She yelled clenching her fist.

John needed to defuse this quick before things got ugly, or lighting the forest on fire...again. As he opened his mouth to speak their scrolls went off. As they did they saw it was from June wanting them all home.

"Okay let's go." He said getting up as he felt something crack. He paid it no mind knowing his aura will fix it and that June has done worse to him. They followed him, after finding his shield, back to their home which wasn't too far. The perk of living on the edge of town near a forest was it was the great place for practice and grim to slay, or it was until Angela and Athena got into a contest about who could kill more. Now the place barely has any Beowulfs.

"I still should have beat him, cheater."

"Whatever."

He sighed as he limped his way through the forest, it was gonna be a long walk for him.

As they walked back to the house after an hour John had finally stopped limping but still felt the bruising on the inside of his body. He looked back at Angela who was pulling the chain that she wrapped Athena in after she wouldn't stop arguing that she cheated, so now she lay there with an annoyed look on his face.

"Can I get up now?" She whined.

"No," Angela said as she just kept walking down the path dragging her. After another twenty minutes they saw their home which his wife hated due to the stairs to reach the second floor and all the rooms which she still gets confused on them being they've been there less than a year. He still remembers how he lost the last one to Athena's new weapon mod. The wall around the place to keep any unwanted visitors out and keep June's garden safe.

He walked up the path to the gate opening it letting Angela drag Athena through. After she did he shut and locked the gate following them up to the front door past all the plants and flowers June had planted after her last one was destroyed. She was still a bit angry about that incident.

He opened the door walking in leaving the girls as he placed the shield against the wall by the door, he'd put it away in a bit.

"June we're home!"

He waited for a response from her but he got none. He walked around trying to find her on the first floor but just found Ellen watching TV, then Valerie in the kitchen eating a sandwich.

"Valerie, where's your mom?"

She stopped eating as she thought for a moment before giving him an answer.

"Uh, I think she went upstairs a few minutes ago."

He nodded leaving her to eat and search upstairs for his wife. As he reached the top of the stairs he saw the hallway with doors along the walls. He knew she may be lost but there weren't that many he had to check.

He checked the first door seeing it was an empty room. He closed it and started checking more rooms but he didn't find her. Until he heard shouting that he knew oh so well. He quickly walked over and turning the corner to see June standing by a door with her fist in the wall as she held her pregnant belly. He knew to be very careful when approaching her, last time he tried walking up to her he ended up in a world of pain.

He slowly began to walk towards his hormonal wife.

"June...you alright?"

He stood right behind her placing a hand on her shoulder. She said nothing but turned and placed her head on his chest. She was saying something but because her face was in his chest it was muffled.

"What was that dear?"

She pulled her head back a little speaking again but he couldn't hear her.

"Little louder please." He asked her trying not to upset her.

"I can't find the bathroom..." She said completely embarrassed. He didn't laugh or chuckle because he would dig himself a hole, but that this wasn't the first time. For some reason, she had difficulty remembering where things were, which was strange due to the fact that she had almost photographic memory. He grabbed her hand and helped her over to the bathroom.

After he had helped her to the bathroom everything seemed fine. She felt like her usual self again while going downstairs to see Athena still tied up in Angela's chains. She made her let Athena go who, after she was let go, just complained to herself as she went up the stairs and to her room too tired from trying to free herself. Angela just ignored her sister as she wrapped up her chain before going to her room like Athena to rest so they can catch their flight to Mistral for a mission the next day.

June shook her head as she listened to Athena's faint grumbles. She knew that girl had a temper especially when it came to anything competitive, especially with Angela.

After that, she went to the kitchen grabbing a pickle before walking to the living room. She sat on the couch tired as Ellen was sketching in her sketchbook. She hated having cravings during her pregnancy. She remembered the weirdest was when she would crave anything sour, and she didn't even like sour foods.

As she sat there John eventually came down and sat with her as she watched TV. Then he asked her a question she was getting very tired of hearing.

"June, are you okay?"

She sighed looking over at him.

"Yes, John. For the thousandth time, I'm fine."

"I know but you've been,"

"John, I know I've been forgetful lately but it's nothing to worry about. Besides the babies are due sometime this Friday." She said rubbing her swollen belly. He just looked at her worried before taking a breath.

"Yeah, you're right I'm just worrying too much, but you've been like this ever since the doctor gave you that medication for the little ones after your last checkup."

"John, the only thing that's happened is being forgetful and tired which happens during pregnancy, that doesn't mean it's because the medicine, it could be because of the hormones in my system because of them. So please stop worrying so much." She said grabbing his hand.

He didn't say anything back to her but thought about what she told him. Maybe he was just worrying too much, and what she said was true she had only been more emotional and forgetful as the due date arrived. But she was just as emotional with the others but like she said everyone is different. He took a deep breath clearing his head of those thoughts and calming himself.

"Okay, I'll stop worrying so much."

She leaned over giving him a kiss.

"Thank you."

Meanwhile, as they were talking Ellen and Valerie had been watching and were gagging at the scene they had made on the couch. They had to leave whenever they got like that, or spend the whole time listening to them.

After their little talk Wednesday night things had gone back to their usual routine of whatever. Both Athena and Angela had left Thursday morning going on a mission to clear out a grim infested area near a settlement. Then after their goodbye's both Ellen and Valerie had left going to Beacon for their first year. So now it was just John and June sitting at home waiting for the arrival of the babies. John was worried because the due date for them was Friday and now it was Sunday, but June had calmed him down saying this type of thing happened.

That was until later that night while June was in the kitchen she had begun having contractions. She had them before but these ones were much worse than before, she could barely stand. She had tried but her legs gave out.

"John!"

As she waited for him she instantly heard rapid footsteps from upstairs going towards the stairs, which were followed by the sound of him slipping and falling the rest of the way down them before stopping at the bottom. She paid that no mind as she had another contraction that hurt worse than the last one.

"JOHN!"

He quickly ran in, after getting up, to see his wife on the floor.

"June!? What happened?" He yelled her stand up but she was still having trouble standing.

"The...babies...they're coming!" She yelled.

He remembered her going through this three times before, but they were never this bad and they were usually already at the hospital. He knew they should have gone to the hospital Friday. He placed her arm around his neck before he picked her up and carrying her to the door. He couldn't wait for a ride so he had no choice, he was going to have to carry her all the way.

"Hang on June!"

He quickly got the door open before kicking it shut. He began running down the path to the gate, but he couldn't stop. He just sped up before jumping over the gate and landing so it wouldn't hurt her and the babies. After he fixed himself he continued running down the path which leads to town. The path was the shortest taking a half-hour walking to reach town but if he kept running he'd get there in less than ten minutes, especially due to her screams when the contraction began becoming more frequently. Her hands gripping his shoulders as her nails ripped through the shirt and skin if it wasn't for his aura.

He forced aura into his legs for a boost to help him get to town faster. He didn't think of anything else except getting her to the hospital safely. That's all he thought about as he ran down the dirt road to the small town. After a few minutes, he saw the lights from the buildings not far away.

"Hold on June! We're almost there." He said as she gripped his shoulder as another contraction started after her water broke, much worse than the last one. As he reached the town he ran through the streets until he had made it almost breaking through the glass doors as staff came over quickly.

"Sir, what's wrong?" The nurse asked as she began checking June.

"M-my wife...she's gone into labor!" He yelled out of breath.

They quickly took her from him placing her in a wheelchair taking her to the delivery room. John quickly followed behind them still out of breath as they placed her in the large room. Nurses were beginning to dress her in a hospital gown as they quickly began prepping before the doctor shows up. After they had dressed her John let her grab his hand, which made a loud cracking sound as she gripped it tight screaming.

"June, everything's going to be," He was trying to comfort her but she just gripped his hand harder breaking it as she screamed at him. He just held in the scream groaning as he put his head down.

"Just, SHUT UP! AAAAAH!" She screamed as the contractions were becoming more frequently now. She felt as if someone was slowly pushing a needle into her spine over and over again. All she wanted was for the pain to stop.

As they connected the heart monitor to her chest and stomach they were getting a heartbeat from both of the babies.

"Where is the doctor!?" She yelled as she grabbed the rail with her free hand gripping it tight enough to crack the hard plastic. Meanwhile, John was on one knee as he tried to keep June from breaking his hand by matching her grip but was almost impossible as he tried with the already broken hand even with his aura numbing some of the pain but not enough.

Then a man of light skin tone with black hair while dressed in green scrubs walked into the room. June looked at him seeing she didn't know him.

"Who are you?"

He looked at her as he placed the vertical mask and gloves on.

"I'm sorry Dr. Amin won't be able to deliver the children." After they finished sterilizing the tools they began to deliver the children.

After two hours they were still trying to deliver the first child.

"Come on Mrs. Arc. One more push."

He told her as the head was seen. June screamed as she pushed.

She lay there screaming as she held the rail smashing it to pieces of plastic in her hand. She wanted it to end as the pain had become worse as if someone was now stabbing a knife in her back over and over again. She looked around to see John was gone remembering they had removed him due to his hand.

She took a breath before screaming as she began pushing again. But she had stopped due to the fatigue. She lay there breathing until she heard the sound of crying.

"It's a girl."

She turned her head and raised her head to see her baby being cleaned by a nurse and wrapped in a blanket as the doctor wrote down the time and date of her birth. June watched as the nurse took her baby out of the room to perform a physical.

'Joan...'

She whispered as the doctor began speaking.

"Alright, Mrs. Arc we still need to get the boy out. Now push."

Outside the delivery room, John was sitting on a hospital bed as a doctor was checking his hand. Turns out June had broken his in the center while dislocating the fingers, so now he had to get his fingers relocated and wrapped in a cast so it could heal. He knew it wasn't going to take long for his hand to heal so he would have it off in a week.

Suddenly he heard a baby crying from the direction where June was. He looked up from the doctor to see a nurse carrying a baby wrapped up a white blanket. He stood up ignoring the doctor's protests while he walked over to her.

"E-excuse me!"

She had stopped walking and turned to him.

"I'm sorry sir I need,"

"Please let me see it."

"Sir I can't just let you,"

She was cut off as the doctor arrived wanting him to return so he could finish the hand.

"It's alright he's the father."

She nodded at the doctor before moving the blanket from around her face allowing him to see his child. Once he could see her he was completely quiet as he looked down at the small blond baby. Its hands were curled up into small little fists as its hair was blond all bunched up messy.

"It's a girl, sir, now excuse me."

She covered her back up walking away to perform the physical. John just stood there until the doctor began pulling him away to finish his hand.

John had returned to June after they had put his hand into a cast. It's been three hours since the first one, which June had named Joan, was born. They'd been trying but it just wouldn't come.

As she had begun pushing the heart monitor began beeping rapidly.

"What's happening?" John asked the doctor worried as she began to scream more. The nurse checked the monitor as heart rate had begun to slow down to dangerous levels. They needed to hurry and get the child out or else it will be too late. She rushed over telling the doctor as the beeping continued getting worse.

"Get him out!" The doctor yelled as John continued questioning getting worried. The nurse then walked over placing a hand on John's shoulder as she pushed him towards the door.

"Sir, you need to leave."

"What? What's wrong!?"

"Please leave." She said while calling for assistance getting more to come and help.

"What!? Let me go!" He yelled at the nurses pulling him out.

They had come in and begun pulling him out due to his protests, but when they were fixing his hand they gave him some medicine that would suppress his aura for a bit. So now they could pull him out with little struggling than if he did. All he could see before the doors closed was staff running into the room with tools.

"JUNE!"

Hours had passed as John sat in the waiting room. The staff had forced him to remain there unable to see June or his newborn baby as he waited for information. He could have barged his way in but he didn't want to cause any harm to both June and the baby. So he remained seated waiting as people came and left the room while he sat there and waited.

Eventually, the same doctor came to find John asleep in the chair after the fatigue and stress had finally caught up with him.

The doctor fixed the file in his hand before walking over and shaking his shoulder waking him. He slowly blinked his eyes trying to adjust to the bright lights but once he could see he looked over at the doctor quickly getting up.

"Sir, calm down."

"What happened!? Where are they!?" He questioned grabbing the man by his white coat. He grabbed John's arms as he told him to calm down.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to calm down!"

John slowly calmed down a bit letting him go before standing there waiting for an answer. The doctor fixed himself before looking John in the eyes with a look that was making his heart quicken.

"Mr. Arc, I'm sorry but...but we lost the child during delivery." The doctor watched as John stood there before him until he took a step back falling back into his seat. He sat there holding his hands up to the sides of his face as it played over and over again in his head. Everything around him was muffled to him as he continued sitting there.

"Sir!"

John snapped out of his trance looking up at the doctor as he cleared his throat.

"Again I am sorry for your loss. The umbilical cord was wrapped around the child's neck cutting off the oxygen flow to his brain, there's nothing we could have done. But you may wish to go comfort your wife. She's in the maternity ward, just have a nurse show you the way."

He walked away as John sat there for a few minutes before slowly standing up and making his way towards the elevator heading to his wife as his vision became blurry from the tears that were slowly forming as he walked.

John slowly opened the door as the nurse left him. He looked around the room until he saw June laying there in the bed not moving. He slowly walked over to her and sat in the chair next to her bed. He said nothing to her but remained silent waiting for her to say something. But he saw her eyes were red from crying. The tail of tears dried on her cheeks not bothered to clean it.

He knew she wasn't going to say anything for a while. So he sat there and waited to keep her company until she suddenly spoke up.

"What happened...?"

"W-what?"

He looked over at her to see she hadn't moved but was still looking up at the ceiling.

"What happened?" She asked him again.

"I...they said the umbilical cord,"

"What did I do wrong?" She asked him as more tears began building up in her eyes. He reached over grabbing her hand in his good one squeezing it a bit.

"June, it wasn't your fault. The umbilical cord just...it wrapped around him. There's nothing either us or the doctors could have done. Things like this happen."

"John each time before was fine because I had listened to you but...but I," She stopped talking as her crying was slowly starting up. John reached over hugging her as she began crying harder. He just sat there comforting her while she cried knowing the effect this was having on her. She eventually stopped crying and just laid there against him as he hugged her.

"Jaune."

"Huh?"

"The baby, his name was going to to be Jaune." She said remembering the time she spent on thinking of a name for her son and daughter.

"I named our baby girl Joan."

John sat there listening to her until she spoke up.

"I want to see her." She told him.

"Alright."

John got up from the bed walking out of the room leaving her. She waited for half an hour waiting until he walked back in followed by a nurse who was holding a small bundle. She walked over to the side of the bed handing her to June who slowly took Joan into her arms. She just looked at the small girl in her arms watching as she moved around. She could see her eyes open up a bit showing a color of blue matching her own.

As she was holding her John was also watching his newborn. He knew she would want to go see him but he could worry about that later. For now, he would have to help her through this.

Below the hospital in the loading zone, the same doctor who had taken Dr. Amin's place for the delivery was dressed in a white coat over the scrubs as he was holding a small bundle as he walked towards a black Mustang that was parked near the exit. He stopped walking as the door opened and a man with gray hair while dressed in a black suit and a white dress shirt beneath it while a red tie was around his neck. He looked like he was in his late sixties as he walked over.

"We're you able to secure the child?"

"Yes and I place the cadaver in its place like you asked."

He handed the bundle to the man who moved the blanket to see a small baby with blond hair moving a bit.

"They believe he was stillborn so there should be no problem." He said as the man nodded and placed the child in the career he had brought to place the child in.

"What about my payment?"

"Yes, thank you for your help." He reached into the driver seat grabbing what he placed for such an occasion.

"But I can't let anyone know of this." He stated in a hollow voice as there was a click before he turned around aiming at his head with a silenced colt forty-five. The man didn't even have a chance to react as the trigger was pulled and a bullet was put straight into his head. He stood there for a second with a bloody hole in the center of his forehead before slowly leaning his head back and then fell back to the floor dead as blood slowly came from the hole, the bullet stayed inside so there was no exit wound making a large mess.

He placed the gun back under the seat before walking to the trunk opening it. He reached inside and pulled out a body bag to place the body in. He walked back opening the bag and rolled him in before zipping it closed and lifting it over his shoulder. Once he did he carried the bag back to the trunk laying it inside. He closed the trunk as he walked back to the car starting it. He slowly pulled off the ramp then out the entrance onto the street driving off.

Hours after he had killed the doctor and disposed of his body the man was taking a flight to Atlas. He looked down at the child he was forced to carry through the whole duration of the flight. He hadn't made a sound since he left the hospital. He sighed as he moved his attention out the window watching as the clouds passed by before disappearing from sight. He just wanted to finish this contract and leave.

After departing from his flight he left to the instructed area where he was quickly picked up by a bullhead and exiting the harsh climate. He had wrapped the child in an extra layer to help defend from the cold but it was much better now. He watched as they left the town and began heading far into the mountains far from any towns or settlements, but he had gone this way many times like others that did business with the people he was currently working for.

After another hour they arrived at a large mountain range that looked like nothing until what looked like a barrier open letting the bullhead enter before it began closing again. Once the bullhead touched down he got off walking to the edge of the helipad where a robot stood. It resembled that of an Atlas soldier. It held its arms out to take the child which he happily did.

Once the baby was in its arms the robot turned and began walking towards a large metal door where two guards were standing with large rifles. Once the door began slowly sliding up the man turned and saw the pilot holding a rifle pointed at him. He took a breath as he closed his eyes before having one more thought.

'Should have known.'

*BANG*

As the shots echoed from outside the robot continued taking the child through the large facility built into the mountain. It took him to a large room where doctors began performing tests to determine its health.

After the tests were done a doctor took a bracelet that had a barcode on it. The doctor strapped it around his leg before handing him to a bot for feeding. As the bot took him away to feed him a man was watching the child as he held the papers from the physical seeing he was in pristine health.

"You will be perfect."

September 5th, 2864 - Series 4, Subject 47 has been successfully transported to my facility. Preliminary medical examination suggests a completely flawless specimen. This is not the usual procedure when creating a subject but I have run out of options. He has been given the number 640509-040147, which, as per standard procedure, should have been tattooed on the back of his head but due to him being an infant the ankle bracelet will have to do, for now, so to not risk hurting the specimen. -Dr. Otto Ort-Meyer