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Thoughts and flashbacks are in italics.

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"You used to be what?!" Weiss stood up from her seat in shock and anger, Glaring at Blake.

Blake didn't react to the question, as she had expected the the explosion. "I used to be a member of the White Fang. But I left about a year ago, because of the how horrible the organization had become."

The team had gathered back at beacon in the dorm, and had confronted Blake on why the Fang were after her. Needless to say, they seemed to have a negative reaction. Rouge had left with Penny to get her 'fixed up', and had left them to their own devices.

"I was once a member of the White Fang." Blake repeated.

"You were a terrorist?" Yang asked numbley.

Blake nodded, walling herself up mentally to protect from the inevitable onslaught. She closed her eyes.

But...it never came. When Blake opened her eyes, she expected to see a room full of furious huntresses, yet all she saw were looks of sadness and annoyance.

"What? No reaction?" Blake said.

Ruby shrugged. "Well you aren't anymore right?" Blake shook her head.

"Well then it's ok Blake. We forgive you." Ruby said kindly.

"No I don't! Not yet!" Weiss countered, now glaring at Ruby.

The heiress turned to Blake. "What kinds of things did you do? How many people did you and those animals kill?"

Blakes first instinct was to defend her brothers of the Fang when being called 'animals' but she stopped herself.

That's what they are. Blake thought. That's what they've turned into.

"I never killed anyone. But I did steal a lot of weapons and ammo. And…" Blake swallowed

"And?" Yang pressed, looking concerned.

Blake breathed out. "And I didn't exactly stop my fellow members from doing worse things. I stood by and watched as they killed shopkeepers and guards. As they terrorized humans and even faunus that wouldn't follow them into fear based silence. It was, it still is, awful. And I couldn't stand to affiliate myself with them anymore. So I left."

Blake wanted to run. Even saying out loud to her friends, her teammates, was inducing an instinct to throw this life away and start over again somewhere else, like she had done so many times. But she knew she had to continue, or she would never be able to finish.

"I joined at a young age. I can't even remember how young, younger than seven or eight. It was a peaceful organization back then, full of children and kind adults. All we did back then was protest at SDC locations. Not much more."

Blake felt pressure on the back of her eyes. "But when a new leader stepped up, we started becoming more violent. At first it was gratifying buildings or keying cars. Slowly though we stealing from and burning down dust shops, then we started attacking SDC corporate members in alleys." Blake glanced at the horrified look on Weiss' face, and grimaced.

"It only got worse from there. The White Fang only got more and more violent. Under the new leadership they were spurred into blind rages that fueled them, fueled me."

The silence that permeated after her speech was the constricting, uncomfortable kind that demanded someone say something to break it. But nobody did for many seconds. Eventually Blake spoke up, now almost crying.

"I promise I'm not that person anymore. After all that they've done, and what they just tried to do to us, I know more than anything that they are no better than criminals. We already knew they were allied with Torchwick, a known murderer, but to see the them so callously open fire in such a crowded area, risking the lives of dozens of innocent civilians, of innocent children, only confirmed to me what everybody else seemed to know for a long time,"

Blake wiped her eye of an incoming tear. "That they're just animals."

She continued. "You guys hate me. I know you do. How can you not? Even I hate me." Blake jumped down deftly from her place on her bed, turning leave.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She mumbled through her tears.

Blake felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked to her side to see Yang giving her a sad smile. Yang gently raised her hand and wiped a some of Blakes water works away before wrapping her in a hug.

"Come on Kitty Cat. Don't cry. We all make mistakes, especially when we're young." Blake buried her head into Yangs shoulder, embracing her back.

"You...You don't hate me?"

Blake felt a pair a smaller arms squeeze her around the waist. "Course not dummy." Ruby said.

"You're not just our teammate. You're family." Ruby continued to hug the raven haired faunus with compassion.

The trio stood there for a few minutes, comforting the still crying girl. Blake awkwardly unfurled herself from the two sisters, taking a step back to look at their concerned faces.

"I swear I don't usually cry this much." Blake laughed a little as she wiped her eyes.

"I believe it, Kitty Cat." Yang smirked. Blake gave a halfhearted glare.

"Don't call me that." Blake couldn't keep the grin off her face at the last part of her sentence.

She glanced at Weiss, who was looking at her with a calculating look. "As I grew up, It seemed like I was constantly going to funerals of board members, family friends, anyone who was connected to my father." Blake looked down guiltily, she had never taken place in any assassinations herself, but that didn't exactly alleviate the feeling.

"The only reason my father even agreed to me training was because of the constant threat of danger the White Fang brought." Weiss continued explaining her side. "I don't think I'll ever truly stop hating the organization for for the fear they gave to my childhood, but...I suppose that doesn't mean I have to hate any individuals from the group. Especially you Blake. I trust you, and I know you're a good person. After all, you fought alongside us at the docks last semester, and were even a target by them. Clearly you aren't affiliated with them any more."

Blake gave a shocked smile. "Thank you Weiss. It means the world."

Weiss hmphed. "I still don't completely forgive you, And I won't for a while, But I understand what it's like being raised into something you have no control over. So things are ok."

"I guess Rouge was right." Blake said. "You guys really wouldn't hate me."

The instant the words left her lips, you could feel the temperature of the room drop.

Yang looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Yeah I don't really want to think about Rouge right now. After what you guys said she did to those people…"

Ruby nodded, pulling her cloak tighter over her body. "I can't believe I would do that. She just...she killed them. And without a second thought…"

Yang slung her arm around Ruby in a half hug, pulling her close.

The group stood there silently. All of them were dealing with what they saw in different ways.

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Rouge sighed as she left Ozpin's office.

This whole thing is an issue. She thought. The fact that they were nearly killed, and for seemingly no reason...Even after brainstorming with the headmaster and Ironwood, the closest thing to a plan they could come up with was an agreement that they needed someone on the inside.

Rouge had of course immediately offered to go undercover in Salem's, possibly as one of her council members, but was immediately asked declined.

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"That will not be possible, Rouge." Ozpin answered her.

Rouge looked annoyed "Why not? I'm sure Salem would be glad to get to get another council member after the recent mission with Qrow. Especially someone with silver eyes."

"However you do not have the covert skills necessary for the mission. Besides, You're team needs you."

Rouge waved him off. "They can take care of themselves. We did."

Ozpin gave her a side eyed look. "Did you?"

Rouge's eyes widened, a look which was quickly replaced by a glare.

Ozpin seemed unbothered by the heated stare. "Rouge, we have to proceed very carefully. Based on her actions, Cinder likely has caught on to someone knowing at least some of her plans. Which will of course mean that she will, to the beat of her ability this late in the game, change them."

Ironwood stepped up from behind Ospins desk. "You reported to us that in your time, Blake was never directly attacked by the White Fang while at beacon, this means that things are starting to change. And you're knowledge of the future is becoming less and less useful."

Rouge's eye glowed with fury. "You make it sound like this is my fault. My presence in this time has already set back Salema plans immensely. Don't act like you would have had half of the information you do if not for me."

"No maybe not." James admitted. "But we also wouldn't have made any rash decisions that forced a group of children into a war they had no part in." Ironwood gestured to Penny, who was quietly standing behind Rouge now wearing a cloak to hid her bullet holes.

"Penny was shot and nearly killed because of your actions, Ms. Rose. And while I can admit you have helped us in many ways, your reckless behavior can no longer go on."

Ozpin inspected Rouge carefully. She was clearly mad. Inraged even. But she was not letting her anger make her lash out, indicating that she was used to it. A stark change from Ruby Rose, who hardly, if ever, was mad.

"I understand General." Rouge said simply, turning on her heel to leave without a dismissal.

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"Stupid General." Rouge mumbled as she walked.

"He acts like he would have had any idea on anything before I came along. Hell, he didn't even know Raven was the spring maid-" Rouge abruptly stopped talking when she heard a familiar voice up ahead around the corner.

"Come on...where did Cinder say the dorm room was again? Room 217? Or was it room 172? Oh whatever, I'll get there eventually.

That's Mercury! Rouge thought. She pressed herself to the wall and creped along the wall to listen in. He didn't sound like he was talking about anything important, but it couldn't hurt.

As soon as she did though, he stopped talking. And walked speedily down the vestibule. She must have been more obvious than she thought.

Damn it. I really do suck at this stuff. She peeked around the corner, his head was tilted backwards to her, clearly aware of her presence.

Ok that's definitely not good. If he knows I'm here it means he's suspicious of me which means… Rouge gripped her weapon behind her back.

Which means he'll report to Cinder someone might know about him.

Rouge couldn't let him do that.

Rouge sped around the corner in red blur, racing up to meet the mercenary in an attack. Mercury twisted around at the movement, raising his leg to fire off a shot, but Rouge was already swiping down with Night Cleaver to cut his prosthetic off completely.

He retracted his leg quickly, which put him off balance and in a bad position for the jabbing of the end claw from Rouge's weapon. The claw like points hit him in the neck, and Mercury choked and coughed at the intrusion.

The silver haired boy sweeped his leg from the side to hit her in the side, which was blocked.

Grabbing onto his appendage, Rouge spun around in a tornado of semblance induced speed tornado.

"Ah! What the hell!?"

Rouge spun him for several seconds and just as he was about to speak again, he was cut off when he was slammed head first into the reinforced wall with the momentum of a charging elephant.

His aura was completely destroyed with the attack, and he collapsed onto the ground nary a sound.

Rouge looked a the kid for a little bit. "I guess I gotta take care of this now…"

She sighed. Guess she was missing the training session with the teams.

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"Where is she?" Jaune scratched his head in a confused manner. Beside him, Nora sat on the ground mindlessly firing grenades into the air.

"I don't know Jauney! But this is already getting boring! I'm running out of ammo already!"

Indeed it was getting boring. The two teams had been waiting for Rouge to show up in their designated training area for over an hour, and still nothing.

She looked at him considerably. "Heeeeeey…You wouldn't want to spar would you?"

Jaune gulped on instinct. Looking down at her war hammer/ grenade launcher, which he knew could turn him to paste in more ways than he could count and, shook his head with a pale face.

"I'm good Nora! Why don't you ask Ren?"

"Awww. Ok Jauney. Hey Ren! Hey Ren wanna spar? Pleaaaase Ren?" Nora poked him in the leg with a strength that would cripple any non huntsman.

But Ren was not paying attention to his friend, he was gazing over the field at team RWBY, who was talking quietly amongst themselves.

"Reeen! Renny! Ren!" Nora persisted.

"We'll train later Nora." The ninja said distractedly.

They're hiding something. Ren thought, still looking at the team.

Whatever it is. It seems to be important enough that something happened recently. They won't talk about it, but they're clearly shaken up.

"Ok Renny!" Nora said back with a grin. She hopped onto her feet and began pestering Jaune once again.

Over with team RWBY, the girls were in the middle of a serious discussion.

"We need to do something about the White Fang, I refuse to just stand back and watch as they continue doing what they're doing." Blake said in a soft whisper to her teammates.

Ruby nodded. "Yeah we need to go investigate ourselves! They already attacked us, who knows who else is next"

"Let's go tonight then, I have a contact at a club downtown that might know something. Then we go and take em down!" Yang piped up, punching the palm of her hand.

"What happened to us not being strong enough to take on the whole organization?" Blake asked Yang.

Yang's eyes burned red. "That was before they almost killed three of my favorite people."

Ruby rolled her eyes playfully, Blake blushed and Yang smirked.

The three of them looked expectantly to Weiss.

"What?" She asked defensively. "What are you three looking at me for?"

"Weeeell…" Ruby drawled out, looking away from Weiss. "How do I say this…"

"Aren't you gonna say something like how it would be unnecessarily dangerous and irresponsible to go looking for the White Fang?" Yang summed up, raising a teasing eyebrow.

"Well I went with you to the docks didn't I?" Weiss said back, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, but we had to lie to you about what we were doing until we already got there." Ruby said.

Weiss huffed. "Well either way, I think it would be a great idea to investigate ourselves."

"You do?" Yang asked.

"Yes. Clearly the authorities are not making any meaningful progress. And besides, this is something we will be doing professionally one day, so we might as well start early."

A grin split across Ruby's face. "Then we're all in agreement then! We'll leave tonight to go look into the suspicious activities of the White Fang! I'll work on a better plan later, for now let's train."

"I think 'suspicious activities' is putting it a little lightly." Blake said dryly. "They did send people to kill me."

"And why would you work on a plan, dolt? I think I would be better suited for the task." Weiss replied haughtily.

"Well she is team leader." Yang defended her sister.

Ruby ignored Weiss' question, putting her hand in the middle of the four girls like they were a sport team. "Come on! Hands in the middle!" Yang laughed and placed her hand on top of Ruby's, Blake followed shortly after with an amused look on her face.

Weiss rolled her eyes but followed suit, delicately placing the palm of her hand over Blakes. "1, 2, 3, Go TEAM RWBY!" Ruby cheered and raised her hand out from the pile and into the air in an excited fashion.

Yang laughed loudly and cheered as well, but the moment was broken by the sound of someone yelling to get everyone's attention.

"Hello everyone! I'm back!" Pyrrha shouted as she ran up to her team with a large smile on her face. RWBY calmly walked over to her, wondering where Rouge was.

"Sorry I'm late! I was looking for Rouge everywhere, but I couldn't find her. Who I did find though-"

"Was ME!" Boomed a deep voice from some ways away. The two teams looked over to see Professor Port slowly walking to them, his weapon ready in his hands.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry Professor! I should have waited for you." Pyrrha looked deeply apologetic, but Port only laughed a deep belly laugh.

"Do not worry child! My speed is not what it use to be, and that it through no fault of your own." As Port hobbled over to the two teams he tossed his Axe/Rifle with a dramatic flourish, catching it in one hand and spinning it around to show off. When he finished he looked to them as if to say 'You impressed?', they didn't react.

Port sighed and mumbled something along the lines of the current generation being ungrateful for the classics. "Well anyway children, Professor Rose messaged me and said she was unavailable for this training session, requesting me to take it over for the day."

Ruby let out an audible sigh of relief at that news, she wasn't quite ready to see Rouge after what she saw her do earlier. Weiss shared a similar sentiment, but was not nearly as vocal.

"Now what does Professor Rose usually do in these little training sessions of yours?" He patted his large belly at the end of his statement, like a nervous tick.

"Maybe we can just spar? I think that would be a good idea." Ruby suggested.

Port looked like someone had kicked his puppy. "What about a long and hearty lecture on the virtues of being a huntsman?" He said hopefully.

The continued silence his question was greeted with was all the answer he needed.

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"Damn it when is she getting here?" Rouge complained to herself as she paced the small room she had set up camp in. The sound of muffled cursing could be heard to her right.

Twisting her head, she glared at the tied up form of Mercury, who was snarling vehemently at nothing in particular. She had gagged and blinded him, tying his arms behind his back with a chain and screwing off his robotic legs, before taking his scroll away from him to make sure he didn't contact anyone.

Rouge heard the creaking of the door, and raised her weapon, in sword form, just in case it was an enemy. Luckily, it was just Winter.

"What is going on here Rouge? This is no time for a booty call-" She stopped herself mid sentence, staring wide eyed at Mercury.

"Did, did you kidnap a student?" She asked weakly.

Rouge nodded. "Yeah, I guess."

Winter looked at Rouge with wide eyes, before reaching for her scroll, likely to call in reinforcements. Rouge quickly stopped her.

"But I have a good reason! You know those two kids I was telling you, Ozpin, and Ironwood about? The ones that are working for Cinder?"

Winters eyes widened. "This is Mr. Black then."

Rouge nodded. "Yeah. I was kinda forced yo capture him. I was gonna kill him, but that would look a little suspicious."

Winter raised an eyebrow. "So would capturing a student. How long has he been here? People are probably looking for him."

"Not that long. I texted you as soon as I tied him up and brought him here. And I used his thumb to unlock his scroll, and messaged his teammates that he had an emergency meeting with Ozpin concerning possible 'bullying behavior'. As far as anybody knows, he's gonna be busy for the rest of the day."

Winter looked at the bound mercenary for a long few seconds, as if searching for any reason her was there. "What is the point of all of this? And why did you call me here?"

Rouge looked excited, like she was in the middle of stealing from a cookie jar. "Well I figure we were talking about needing someone on the inside, right? What about him?"

There were a dozen reasons why that wouldn't work that immediately sprung to Winter's mind, not the least of which was the fact that the there was no reason he wouldn't just spill the beans to Cinder the second he has the chance.

"Before you can object though! I have a plan." Rouge was about to talk, but before she did she gave Mercury a speedy punch to the jaw, knocking him out.

Winter gave her lover a look.

"What? He can't hear the plan. Thought that was obvious." Winter rolled her eyes.

"Anyway," Rouge started. "I figure we get some of those micro bombs they have in spy movies, and plant them all over his body. That way if he ever starts to tell Cinder anything, he'll go kablamo. We tell him about one of them, and secretly plant a few more. That way even if he gets rid of the one we tell him about, we can still kill him with the other ones."

Winger stared at her like she was an idiot. "What kind of-. This isn't a spy movie Rouge, this is real life. I thought your encounter with the Fang earlier would prove that to you."

Rouge waved her off. "Blah! Don't pretend the Atlas military isn't working on some shit like that. Remember, in my time micro bombs hidden in the skin were all the rage! Hell, I once had a micro bomb, not a fun experience, let me tell ya."

Winter glared icicles at her before reaching out and slapping her upside the head. "Stop acting like a child Rouge!"

"Ow! Hey I'm not the one who acts like a frat girl when you have a few drinks! Or is so scared of Weiss telling your father your in Vale that you still haven't talked to her. Even though Ozpin has told you its ok by now. I'm the mature one Winter. Honestly I think you should stop acting like a child."

Winter rolled her eyes again. "Ok, 1. You promised not to bring up that, that incident again. And 2. I'm not 'afraid' of Weiss telling Jacques anything! I just don't want him to take any anger with me out on her."

Rouge frowned. "Oh dust. I'm sorry Winter. You know I'd never let that shit bag touch the her right?" The former scythe wielder laid a hand on Winter's shoulder.

The woman shrugged the hand off, but gave her friend an apericitive look. The two had grown incredibly close since they had started being intimate with each other, something easily helped by the fact that Winter seemed to have many less walls up than Weiss, for some reason. She could still be cold, but not nearly so when with people she cared about.

Winter shook her head."No matter if I wanted to go along with this plan of yours, I don't have the authority to get those prototype bombs from the military. You would need someone much higher up for that sort of thing."

"Like a general, Maybe?" Rouge grinned at her the white haired woman, who gave her a startled look.

"Yeah I already contacted Ozpin. He said that he convinced Ironwood to lend me a couple, I have no idea how, he was tearing me a new one earlier, but anyway all I need is for a specialist to sign off on it."

Rouge handed Winter her scroll, which had a 'sign here' message on it. When Winter just stared at it for a few seconds, it got pushed further into her face.

Winter sighed and signed the scroll with her finger in a graceful, sprawling text that spoke of many hours of practice.

"Perfect." Rouge said. "Now we just have to wait for the doctor we hired under the table to do this kinda illegal surgery, he has the bombs. In the meantime…" Rouge pulled out two cube like objects from her pocket, with a screwdriver. "I'm gonna bug his robot legs."

"I think the term robot legs is offensive." Winter said on instinct, before what she said caught up to her.

"What? Where did you even get bugs? Did Ozpin give you those?" Rouge shrugged, looking a little embarrassed.

"Well…yes and no. He did give them to me, but it was a few weeks ago. When I originally got here."

"Explain."

"Well when I got here, I was kinda crazy worrying about the teams, so I managed to convince Oz to give me a bunch of small bugs that double as trackers so I could make sure I know where they all are at all times."

"That's insane. You're insane." Winter told her.

Rouge rolled her eyes. "It's not like I still use them. And don't pretend you've never bugged Weiss."

Winter didn't respond.

"Anyway, these things will let us always know what he is saying, and track him wherever he goes. That way if he is about to tell anyone he was captured, we can kill him before he does." Rouge said.

"What if he writes something down?" Rouge shrugged.

Right as Rouge was about to hide the bugs inside his legs, the silver haired huntsman's head raised with a groan. Immediately Rouge raised his own leg in the air, cracking down on his head with a powerful swing. Mercury fell backwards in his chair, collapsing onto the ground.

Winter chuckled a little at the display. "Why didn't you just use your eye to knock him out? Seems cleaner.

"Besides the fact that he's blindfolded? I can't use my silver eye too much. It puts an unnecessary strain on it, that I should probably avoid if possible."

Winter hummed. Guess all they had to do now was wait.

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Weiss ducked a casual jab from Ren, panting heavily and reached up to grab his arm. Ren pulled back quickly, leaning in and swiping at her with an elbow.

The elbow caught Weiss in the mouth, sending her tumbling back. She raised her arms in a weird stance, shifting her legs in a wide way.

"Turn your left foot more to the side, and put down your right arm." Ren easily corrected her.

She didn't respond, simply revised her stance.

They continued on like that for a little bit, sparing lightly, before Ren broached the question he had been keeping in his head.

"Weiss. I was wondering if there was anything your team was keeping any secrets?"

Weiss froze, then swiftly jumped to the side of a kidney kick. "No. Why do you ask, Ren?"

"I overheard some talk between Yang and Blake. Is there anything going on?"

Weiss' eyes narrowed. "No."

To her, that was the end of the conversation, and usually Ren would allow it. But today he was not having it.

"I only ask, Weiss, because whatever you all are tangled up in seema dangerous. Dangerous enough to be concerning. Dangerous enough that unless I can be assured it is nothing, I will be forced to report it to the authorities." Ren quickly blocked a rising kick between his legs, still maintaining his poisure.

Weiss glared at the perceived threat. "Do not worry. Nothing is happening. And if there was something going on, the professors would already be aware of it."

Or atleast the professors that matter. Weisa thought, looking to the side at Port, who was eating a sandwich with a content look on his face.

Ren decided to stop beating around the bush. "What is going on with Professor Rouge? What has she gotten you involved in? And why has she taken such an interest in team JNPR?"

Ren blocked Weiss' clumsy punch, stabbing her in the ribs with a knife hand.

"Rouge is Ruby and Yangs aunt. That's why she's so close to us."

Ren didn't buy it for a second. "That somewhat of explains why she is so close to your team. But not mine. Nor does it explain why Rouge seems to be informing your team locations of White Fang activity and sending you to deal with them."

Weiss didn't know how to respond to that. He was right, of course. But she couldn't admit that. The secrets concerning Rouge, concerning the White Fang, they weren't hers to tell.

"How much did you over hear from Blake and Yang?" She said in the end.

Ren's face didn't change. "More than you know."

So he already knows enough to make his own ideas. Weiss thought, starting to panic.

"If I tell you, will you tell your team?"

Ren shook his head. "No. Not unless it's dangerous. I'm just worried about my team." Ren lied.

He's lying. I know he is. The heiress thought.

But if I don't tell him anything he'll just tell his team what he already has concluded. And that can't happen. Or he'll ask somebody else, like Ruby or Yang, who'll definitely tell him the truth.

I'll tell him about Rouge. Decided Weiss. But not anything with Blake or the White Fang.

"Fine. I'll tell you what's going on. But you have to promise not to tell anyone."

Ren nodded, listening attentively.

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"Thanks again Greg." Rouge paid the doctor several thousand lien in cash, a friendly smile on her face.

Behind her, Winter inspected Mercury, and making sure the bombs were set in place.

"So Greg, have you ever done this before? Surgically implant little bombs into someones body?"

Greg nodded as he counted the money in his hands. "Yeah, a few times. Gotta get cash any way you can you know? I've got three kids."

Rouge nodded understandably. "Yeah I get it dude. Times are tough. With that new guy that was elected recently, the orange looking one, the common man is getting fucked."

"Yeah, I don't really follow politics, but I've kinda been forced to since Mr. Dump got elected." Greg agreed.

"Despite the fact he lost the popular vote!" Rouge looked annoyed.

Before the two of them could trash Mr. Dump, Winter stepped between the two.

"Thank you for your work, Dr. Greg. Now please leave and never tell anyone what you saw here."

Greg nodded, pulling on his bag of supplies onto his shoulder. "Don't worry, I know the deal."

Greg reached to open the door, but it was opened for him by someone from outside.

Ozpin stepped inside the small room with a smile. "Is that you Dr. Greg? I wasn't aware you were the one called in for this. How have you been doing?"

"Oh Ozpin! I'm doing good. Little Violet just started kindergarten."

Ozpin sighed wistfully. "Oh yes. They grow up so fast." Ozpin sent a grandfatherly like wink to Rouge, who was currently checking on Mercury's eyes to see if he was still alive,and making sure herself that his bombs were in place.

"Anyway, I'm off. See ya later Oz." Greg stepped out of the room quickly, closing the door behind him. As soon as he did, Ozpin's eyes turned cold.

"Is he awake yet?" Ozpin asked the two women.

Rouge shook her head. "No, but I got it." She hefted the boy onto a chair, making sure to tie him up real tight, before injecting him with enough adrenaline to wake him up from his morphine induced sleep.

It didn't take long for his eyes to snap open, and he instinctively screamed out, but his yelling was muffled by the gag in his mouth.

"I suggest you quiet down, Mr. Black. Or we will be forced to quiet you ourselves." Ozpin stepped forward so he was in front of him, giving him a cold stare.

The assassins screaming stopped in his throat, quieting him. Still he glared at the man with annoyance and hatred swirling in his eyes.

"I'm gonna take your gag off kid, but if you yell, I'm gonna slit your throat, ok?" Rouge asked him sweetly, a smirk on her face.

Mercury nodded, and Rouge harshly ripped the gag out of mouth, jerking his head forward in what looked to be a painful way.

"What do you guys want from me?" He asked, his words slightly slurred, most likely from his morphine induced nap when he was getting surgery.

"We are here to offer you a chance to redeem yourself, Mr. Black." Ozpin said.

Mercury opened his mouth to respond, but Rouge spoke before he could. "Now before you say anything, just remember that if you aren't useful to us, we can and will kill you. And trust me, I'm very adept at making people die in very painful ways."

That was a lie. Rouge had actually never tortured anyone before, but he didn't know that.

Ozpin sent Rouge a look that spoke of a clear annoyance, most likely from her making them out to seem so bad.

Winter kicked his chair, getting him to look at her. "You might have noticed, Mr. Black, that you are feeling a little drowsy. That is because you have been in surgery. We just implanted one of these" Winter held up a micro bomb in between her fingers. "Into your body. This is a Nano-Bacterial Resistant-Compact C4. Otherwise known as a bomb we can put in your body."

Winter gave him a wicked grin, filled with malice. "If you agree to to do what we ask, but report to your superiors, we will detonate it."

Thank god we put in a couple. Rouge thought.

Or we would be screwed. If we could get someone to put them in him so easily, he could just as easily hire someone to get one out. So as long as their only looking for one...We should be set.

"And just so you know we are serious," Winter threw the bomb into the air, before pressing a button on her scroll.

The little thing, barley the size of a button, reloaded with the strength of a firework. Sending sarks and shrapnel all throughout the room. There was no mistaking the fact that it would kill anyone from the inside, where aura was weaker.

The silver haired boy stared at Winter with wide eyes. He glanced down at his legs, and looked pissed when he saw they were missing. No way for him to get out of here.

"We would like for you to report any and all critical information you gather from Cinder Fall and the organization she is apart of, to us." Ozpin told him. "We have already devised a meet up schedule between you and Miss Rose, disguised as teacher student detentions. If we need to contact you outside of these meetings. We will come to you."

"Seriously? You want me to spy for you? For Cinder?" Mercury asked, dumbfounded.

Ozpin continued like he hadn't spoken. "We will be watching you. If you show any suspicious activity, We terminate you. If you run, we terminate you. If any of your teammates or Cinder herself shows any odd activity, we terminate you. D you have any questions Mr. Black?"

Mercury's mouth dropped open, which quickly turned into a laugh.

"Hahahaha! Oh my gods! Hahaha!"

Winter glared at him, before grabbing him by his hair and forcing him to look her in the eyes. "Is something funny Mr. Black?" She asked him, the threat obvious.

Mercury chuckled again. "Yeah, I got a question. Are you guys fucking crazy?" He laughed after that, apparently finding his own joke very funny.

Finding his mirth incredibly annoying, Winter walked over, raising her fist into the air. Mercury soon stopped laughing, and was about to apologize, when Winter gave him an unpleasant punch to the mouth.

"Fuck! Sorry, jeez. But you have to admit, what you're asking me to do is hilarious. If Cinder found out, which she will, then she's gonna do way worse to me then you guys ever could."

Ozpin hummed. "I'm sure you will find that the joy of working for a good cause will give you something Cinder never could."

The awkward silence after his statement spoke about how much worth everyone else put into that idea.

"But more than that, If you work for us, we can get you a reduced sentence, but if you tell Cinder, even if we don't know, she'll just kill you because she'll assume you talked." Rouge said

"But I didn't! Why would I? That's idiotic!" Mercury defended.

"Yep." Rouge concurred. "But she's not gonna see it that way. If you go back to her and tell her about this, you're gonna hope we blow you up cause that'll be a much less painful way t go then whatever she has planned for you. I heard she likes to turn people into ash, does that sound pleasant to you?"

Mercury paled, but had a thoughtful look on his face.

Winter kicked his chair again. "Do not try contacting the police. They are aware of and are helping us in this endeavor. All they would do for you is blow your cover."

Another lie. Thought Rouge. The police have no idea that we're doing this, but they don't need to.

"I could kill myself!" Mercury said desperately. "That way I don't die a painful death!"

"You certainly could." Ozpin agreed, his expression sad. "Only then Cinder would most likely become aware of what you were doing, and then exact revenge on your loved ones. Emerald maybe? Or perhaps your mother? Really whoever is more convenient."

Mercury snarled in rage, But didn't attempt to get out of his bonds. Most likely in fear of being killed.

Finally, his head slumped forward in defeat. "I guess I have no choice then."

Ozpin laid a hand on Mercury's shoulder. "Please, do not think about this as being forced to betray your employer. Think about this as a fresh start. The start of a life different from the one your father set out for you. A life away from evil."

Mercury didn't respond, and Rouge had to hide a snort.

Looks like we just got a brand new spy. She thought.

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[IN ATLAS, ON QROWS MISSION.]

Arthur Watts stepped up from his desk chair, cracking his back. It had been a long day of working on the code to hack into the robots for the Vale invasion, and he was tired.

He grabbed his briefcase from the ground, and moved up just in time to see movement in the dark corner of his office.

On instinct he grabbed the handgun he always kept in his jacket, raising it in defense.

"I advise who ever is there to step out. Or I will call security." Watts called out to the room, he pressed a button on his desk, turning on the lights to reveal...no one.

Arthur narrowed his eyes. He turned around to grab his bag, but jumped in shock at the sight of a crow sitting on his table.

Arthur chuckled a little bit, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just Qrow Branwen. I was afraid someone serious was here."

Silently, in a dark flash, the crow transformed into a tall lanky man. His expression, if it had to be described, would be one of professionalism. Not a trace of personal attachment in them.

"Honestly Qrow, you gave me quite a fright." Watts put his gun back in his pocket, seemingly without a care in the world. "Now what could you want from me? I'm quiet a busy man."

Qrow gestured to the papers on his desk, none of the usual drunkenness seeable. "What's that there, Watts?"

Arthur waved him off. "Oh nothing. Simply working on some better security for the festival. Is that all you wanted?"

Qrow shook his head, expression remaining unchanged. "Are you sure these aren't notes on how to hack the Atlas Military robots? Because that's what these look like."

Watts raised an eyebrow. "Now what gave you that idea Qrow? Are you perhaps here to arrest me?"

Qrow shook his head.

"Well good then, because you don't seem to have any evidence for your ludicrous claims."

Qrow took a step off the desk, landing without a sound. "I'm not here to arrest you. But I am here for a very important reason…" Qrow slowly pulled his sword out from his back, raising it infront of him.

Watts suddenly wished he had his gun back out. Still, he remained calm.

"You are aware that without evidence, you will go to jail for whatever you are about to do. You will never see your nieces again. You will be labeled a disgrace to all huntsman."

"Oh recently we have come across a number of piece of evidence...more than enough to convict. Enough even, for the chair."

Qrow took a step forward, just as Arthur took a step back.

"But the chair is a little too unreliable, wouldn't you say? So they sent me."

Watts tried to reach into his coat to pull out his gun, but in a flash Qrow was in front of him swiping upward.

*THUD*

With a bloody thud, Arthur Watts' head landed on the ground. Right by Qrow's feet.

Qrow took a swig of his whiskey. "I feel bad for whoever has to clean this mess up."

Casually, he walked out the door, through a hallway of knocked out guards, and out the building.

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YEAH SO SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE TO UPLOAD. MY BAD. ANYWAY PLEASE REVIEW! REVIEWS GIVE ME STRENGTH TO CONTINUE! NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE TEAM RWBY VS THE MECH! ITS GONNA BE LIKE THE ARC IN THE SHOW WHERE THEY ALL SPLIT UP TO INVESTIGATE THE WHITE FANG, BUT WITH SOME MINOR TWEAKS.