A/N: PLEASE READ THIS NOTE WOULD YOU KINDLY?

Blast it all I wanted to update this sooner, but my power went out! As if I wasn't stir crazy enough already!

Here come the trolls again, huh? They're all over the reviews, might have to dig to find them, but they're definitely there. Why tell me to die? Why do they want me to burn? I don't understand. It seems for every one that I manage to befriend or convince to leave me be, three more pop up. I'm getting tired of this...

Some folks are asking just how far back Naruto went...well. This chapter answers that...and then some.

It also has a surprise that blows things out of the water. I won't say where or what the twist is, but its going to be quite the shakeup. Remember the twist in Untraveled Road? Yeah, its on that level as far as surprises go, but unlike Untraveled Road, its a more subtle twist, one that carries heavy implications for the future.

Hopefully it doesn't get me slapped with more death threats telling me to burn and such... T_T

Folks may or may not like it, but silence only hurts. Any and all feedback helps me improve and puts a spring in my step, even now. But death threats only serve to hurt others. We're all here to get along and escape from reality, aren't we? There's no need for violence or threats.

On another note, by popular demand, Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, Remnants, and Untraveled Road should be next. Please be patient with the later, every chapter for "Road" is a long one, and I'm working hard on it...although I had to rewrite a lot thanks to the aforementioned power outage.

Henceforth, every title will be a "Partner" related theme. I'm not sorry.

As ever, I own no quotes, references, themes or memes.

"When a man has no choice but to fail, no option but disaster, what does he do?

Why, a man fights. To the bitter end. To his last breath."

~?

Partners in Chaos

Why was it always the mornings?

No matter how many lifetimes he lived, disaster always seemed to find Ozpin in the dawn.

Today would prove no different; for today his agents had brought news of a rather startling discovery in the city. At first he'd dismissed it as little more than hearsay...until he'd seen it for himself. What was the saying the young folk were always using in this day and age? Seeing was believing? Ah. That was the one.

Well. Ozpin saw. And he believed.

Keen eyes narrowed behind rimmed glasses to regard the crater beneath him with thinly veiled suspicion. For a crater it was indeed; in all his years he'd never seen one quite like it.

In hindsight, it was less a crater in the town square and more a blackened bowl of charred soot; a great and ghastly tear left behind by some unknown means or monstrosity. Whatever it was or had been its impact had rendered a goodly portion of the street blackened and twisted for several feet in every given direction. The main thoroughfare looked little better; leaving the asphalt warped and twisted -even outright melted in places!- as if it had been exposed to unfathomable heat of some sort.

Which begged the question. Who did this?

Even now his Hunters and Huntresses swarmed through the streets of Vale like angry army ants, searching for the cause of such wanton destruction. Some said it was a bombing, likely work of the White Fang. Others, a comet. Still more whispered that it was Grim, though they'd not seen a single creature within the walls.

Ozpin had his own suspicion; because his hawk-like gaze saw what others could not; someone had landed here. Landed hard. As though they'd had fallen from a great height. He'd seen comets fall to the earth before, but this suggested something stranger still. There were no debris. If it were a Grimm there would be bodies. Victims. Yet there were nothing of the sort. No attacks, and only a single casualty. Someone had been nearby and died of a heart attack, such was their fright. Acceptable losses, the strategist in him hummed, even as he mourned their loss.

Something caught his eye in the basin below, a flash of color on the tattered black. Stooping down, he unbent enough to retrieve it.

A torn strip of orange fabric fluttered in his grasp, worn and battered by the blast. There could be no mistaking the scarlet stain that seeped into the cloth. Blood, then. Was it from a victim? Or the one responsible? More questions, and still not a single answer to be found among them. When he sought to close his fingers around it, the cloth crumbled away into to ash before his very eyes.

"Sir?" one of his hunters stopped some distance behind him to voice an inquiry of their own. "The police have arrived. They're asking questions. Do you want us to clear the scene?"

"No." the immortal answered immediately. "I think not. Kindly fetch Summer for me...and Glynda." he added after a moment's pause. "I'd like them to see this."

"Erm...sir? About miss Rose...

Ozpin stifled a sigh. "She's right behind me, isn't he?"

"Yup~!"

The faintest flicker of a white cloak in his peripherals told him all he needed to know on the matter. Well. That would save the messenger a trip at the very least. With an errant gesture the headmaster shooed his cohort away and turned to face his former student. Ugh. Former. Where did the years go? Was he truly that old?

"Ah, there you are." he allowed himself a rare smile as the girl slid down over the lip of the crater to join him. "I thought you might want to see this."

"See it?" Summer cocked her head to one side like an inquisitive puppy and for a sliver of a second Ozpin thought he glimpsed a frown beneath her hood. "Oz, half the city's talking about this. How could I not? That aside," she paused to loose a jaw-popping yawn, "I would've been here sooner, but...well...

"Late night again?"

She winced. "Is it that obvious?"

He knew the cause, of course. "Tell me, how is little Yang faring?"

It was like flicking a switch; her smile bloomed like the season for which she was named.

"She's started talking." her cloak fluttered as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "You should've seen it. Tai was so proud."

"I'll have to visit again when I have the time." he reassured her, answering her unspoken question. "In any case, I'm sorry to involve you in another task so soon after-

"Nah. Don't worry about it." Summer shook her head, and here motion finally sent her hood flying free to reveal her face. Bright silver eyes beamed back at him, hardened with resolve and uncaring of still-healing scar on her cheek. "You just need me to catch a criminal or something, right? I can do that."

"A criminal, you say?" Ozpin's silver brow rose to his hairline. "I never called them such, Summer."

She clicked her tongue and planted both hands on her hips. "Who else would do this?"

"It could have been an accident." He tried to argue.

Summer shook her head swiftly. "Nope."

No. Not this again. "They may be-

"Nope."

"If you would just-

"Nope!"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Her smile outshone the rising sun itself. "Yup~!"

Ozpin knew when he was beaten; it was almost. impossible to argue with the girl when she got like this. Almost.

"If you think our friend is beyond redemption," he frowned, "Then perhaps I should leave this with Glynda-

"What, no!" Summer recoiled as though she'd been struck. "I didn't mean that!"

If there was one flaw Summer had, it was her enthusiasm. She had many lovely qualities, but she never did anything by half measures. Once she made up her mind, that was it. You couldn't change it. She lived fiercely, loved fiercely, and sad as it might be to think of it, Ozpin knew that someday in the far flung future, she would die just as fiercely if she weren't careful. As a friend, she would fight to the very ends of the earth for you. But if you were an enemy, if you became a threat to those she held dear...well.

Small wonder she was so furious with Raven. Team STRQ was family. Had been family, until Branwen's betrayal.

He departure had shattered their tightly knit group; even now the signs were still there. You had but to look. Qrow was obsessed with dragging his sister home. Tai would have drunk himself into an early grave if it weren't for his daughter. If not for Summer, and she was the worst off by far. Something in her had fractured when Raven left, leaving a great jagged scar over her heart.

"I need this, Oz." she begged. Pleaded. "I need the distraction right now." twin gloved hands clasped themselves before her chest. "Please. Let me do this."

She wanted to bury herself in work? Fine. Far be it from him to stop her. He needed all the help he could get. So be it. They were all broken in one way or another and this was beyond his power to fix. For now they would deal with the matter at hand and yet hope that Raven would come to her senses. It had only been a few years after all. Surely she'd see the error of her ways and return. Hope. It was all that he could so.

"Very well," he hazarded, trying to ignore the way her eyes lit up again. "Still, I don't think this individual is quite the criminal you've made him out to be." when she didn't challenge him he advanced, riding down any and all protests before they could form. "I'd prefer to speak with them before you bruise them too badly. I'd ask that you relay this to Glynda as well."

"Do I have to?" her whine was a powerful thing indeed. Pity for her that he'd grown inured to her charms over the years. "Glynda's...well. You know."

"Yes." his frown redoubled. "You do."

"Fiiiine." She sulked and for a moment she was that same little girl all over again, not the young woman he'd come to know and trust. "I'll try not and break your new recruit. Did the cameras get a look a them?"

He feigned innocence and pretended to find the crater fascinating. Well, he did, but that wasn't the point. "We're recovering that footage now...and I didn't say I wanted to recruit them?"

"Oz," Bell-like laughter greeted him. "You recruited me. You recruit everyone you meet."

"What can I say?" this time his smile wasn't feigned. "I have an eye for talent."

"Right, right." Summer snorted. "Keep telling yourself that, old man."

A small chuckle burst out of him, the first in an age.

"I don't recall you being quite this sassy when I made you the leader of your team." he quipped.

He realized his mistake the moment the words left his mouth; because Summer absolutely stiffened, her hooded silver eyes widening in surprise. No. Not surprise. Pain. Blast it all. He'd reminded her of Raven again. For a moment, he feared an explosion of emotion, anger at the very least. It never came. Tense shoulders dropped and she blew out a sharp, short breath of anger.

"People change all the time, Oz." Instead, he found himself favored with a small, sad smile. "Sometimes when you least expect it."

"Is that so? Then I pray that you never have children." he muttered. "If they're anything like you, they'll be truly terrifying."

That earned him a kick to the knee. "Bastard. I'll find you later."

He bore it with a small smile as she stormed off.

Summer's semblance made her an excellent tracker, nigh unparalleled in her field. As to why he'd chosen Glynda to assist her...well. Hers was of the more offensive variety, an absolute nightmare for men and Grimm alike. Even he loathed the idea of facing her head on. Their culprit would have a rough time of things if they thought to tangle with them.

Because was not the work of some astrological phenomenon, nor a stray Grimm. He knew it in his heart of hearts that someone had done this.

A human had done this. But why? And to what gain?

Paranoia reared its ugly head in the back of his mind and he began to ponder. Salem had been silent for some time now since Summer's last mission. Was this her work, then? A reminder? It seemed absurd. What could she possibly stand to gain by pulling such an absurd stunt? It would only put everyone on guard. Negativity, then? No. She couldn't hope to draw vast swarms of Grim here, not with a bombing like this. What then? Was this merely the first move of many, the prelude of some grand strategy he didn't understand?

An outlier, then? All the evidence seemed to suggest it, save his own thoughts. Where they a threat? A possible ally to be recruited?

Or where they some hapless stranger caught up in events they didn't wholly understand?

He'd have his answers. Call them to account for this. One way or another.

Whomever had done this, whatever their reasons...

Where were they now?

(.0.0.0.)

"How did I get here?"

That was the question, wasn't it?

Roman frowned around a mouthful of pancakes. "You tell me, kid."

Naruto tried to retort, but hunger muffled his response as he tucked into his own meal.

Neo laughed soundlessly, earning a black glower from the blond. By the log the little one could pack it away!

Why was he here? Not here in this house -Naruto already knew the answer to the that already- but here, in general. Roman didn't know the answer, Neo wasn't talking, and his memories were about as mute as her on the issue. There was a great looming gap where they should have been, just as there was a void between the three of them.

Assembled over a hearty breakfast, the unlikely trio glowered bloody red daggers at one another.

Well, Roman and Neo glowered at Naruto.

Clad in a crimson shirt and dark blazer with an off blue pair of pants -Roman's clothes fit him surprisingly well!- the whiskered warrior could only squirm uncomfortably under their combined gaze. Even from here he could see the bruises he'd left on Torchwick's throat last night.

"Look, I really am sorry about that," he grimaced, "I'll make it up to you."

Roman perked up. "Really? Well, in that case-ow!

Neo kicked him beneath the table and made him jump.

...nevermind." Torchwick ground out. We all make mistakes."

Could criminals be good people? There was another question for the ages.

Sometimes bad people did good things. Conversely, good men could commit wicked acts in the name of peace. He knew that much for a fact. His life had been filled with such examples. It was a slippery slope all the way to the bottom and one wrong move would send you careening out of control. He would know. He'd already begun to trod down that path.

And though those thoughts were dark indeed, still he clung to one tiny light flickering in the black.

He wasn't a murderer. He didn't take pleasure in the suffering of others. No. Not that. Never, ever, that. There were some lines he refused to cross. Never again.

"I meant what I said earlier." even distracted, he didn't let his host wriggle away. "Just where am I?"

"What, seriously? You got amnesia or something? Alright, alright." Roman conceded to scowl when Neo raised her leg again. "No need to glare at me like that. When did you take his side?"

Neo merely beamed and plopped down in Naruto's lap as she nibbled on the last of her bacon; it stood as a testament to how many times she'd done this that said blond barely batted an eyelash. He'd given up after the fifth time. When she wanted something, she got it. He tried to sit still and ignore the way her rear ground against something it really shouldn't have. Judging by her sneering little smirk, she knew the effect she was having on him, too. Blasted girl. Minx! Succubus! Temptress!

"You're lucky she's so taken with you for some reason." Roman seized his discomfort and promptly fleeced him of it. "She's usually more...stabby."

"Start. Talking.

"Yeesh, bloody slave driver...

So he sat and listened; in doing so he learned.

Roman might think him an amnesiac, and his explanation might've been a touch patronizing thanks to that belief, but one thing soon became abundantly clear to Naruto. This wasn't his world. If it was, it was a world he clearly wasn't awar eof. All this talk of Grimm and Huntsmen and Faunus and Aura...in another life, it would've sailed right over his head. Now? He retained every word Roman said, absorbing everything like a sponge as only a curious teenager could. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to.

He had nothing here.

No funds, no money, no food. Nothing. Even the meal before him and the clothes he now wore were a gift from Roman. They'd formed an uneasy truce of sorts for now, but how long would it last? Not long at all. It only made sense that the man would try to get the measure of him. Naruto sympathized; when in truth, it was Neo who concerned him. Neo, with her lingering half-lidded looks and her small secretive smiles. Neo, who even now seemed to be sizing him up as though she wanted to devour him-

"You good?" Roman's inquiry jerked him back to reality.

"Hmm? What? Yeah, I'm fine."

"Is that so?" Blast it, he'd missed something, hadn't he? "I'll be blunt, we're not exactly on the right side of the law. But neither are you, not from the way you acted last night."

You have no idea.

Something ugly reared its head in Naruto's heart and for a moment he glimpsed Sasuke's specter looming over Torchwick's shoulder, condemning him with dead eyes. He'd strangled him too, by the end. If there was one thing he memory he wanted to forget...

"Look, I don't care if you're criminals." he said bluntly. "Do you kill people?"

Neo made an offended noise and headbutted him, to which Roman snorted. "Not if we can help it. Not denying that it happens given our line of...work, but we're not in the business of taking lives."

"No," Naruto grunted. "Just ruining them. You're a thief, aren't you?"

"Hey, now! Don't get grumpy on me now because I said something you didn't like!"

It seemed such a flimsy thing to cling to. Crime was still a crime, even if you didn't kill your victims. Bruises and broken bones were just as bad, if not worse. It stank of hypocrisy, but then so did he? When the chips were down and he was the only one left, he'd killed his best friend. Yes, said friend had turned on him to save his own skin, but the fact remained.

He was lost. Rudderless. Adrift without a purpose and seeking direction where none was to be found.

Perhaps if these so-called "hunters" had picked him up first, he might've been more predisposed towards them. Perhaps not. Who could say? Maybe he could convert these two, show them the error of their ways. Yeah. It sounded worlds better than what Roman was suggesting. For better or worse, Naruto paid his debts and the fact remained that he owed the two of them. He had a pretty good track record of keeping his word for the most part. Murderous ex-friends aside.

Once they were even? He was gone. It was easy to say that, harder to practice.

But part of him WAS curious to see what they were planning.

"Interested, are we?" Thankfully for him, Roman mistook his curiosity for something else entirely. "If that's the case...well, we've a bit of a job planned. Real big wig government type. Full of himself, too. Nasty guy, treats his staff like animals, and Faunus even less than that. Word on the street is that he's been embezzling funds, but nobody can prove a thing. Neo and I, we've had our eye on him for weeks now."

Naruto didn't like where this was going. "And...? Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

"I want you to help us rob him blind."

"EH?!"

He nearly pitched backward in his chair; it was only Neo's timely intervention that righted him at the last moment.

"Not like you'll betray us." Roman shrugged. "I'm not exactly telling you this out of the goodness of my heart. This?" He tapped a stray plate between the two of them, "This is a business offer. Help us and we'll give you a cut of the spoils.

"He got a name?" he asked.

"Dean Winchester." his grin reminded Naruto of a shark. "He's got a wife, but that's none of our concern."

Neo flicked two fingers at him. Naruto frowned. "Look, I know you're mute, but you gotta do better than that. I don't understand you."

She made a slicing gesture across her throat and shook her head, then repeated said movement for emphasis. Oh. Well. That was impossible to miss. No killing. Not this time.

A small voice in Naruto's head almost said yes without thinking. Instead he reeled himself back in before he could. Surely it wouldn't be that bad. He'd taken down worse scum before and this one sounded like a real piece of work. One job. That was it. Then he'd consider things even between them. It wasn't Roman's fault that he'd become what he was now, but he was certainly going to avoid dipping a toe into that pool, or so he wanted to tell himself.

"And you're trusting me with this?"

Left unspoken was another question. Why? What if I went to the police?

"Me? Trusting you? Ha! That's rich!" A small, hysteric cry burst out of the thief. "I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. And you? You could throttle us both with one arm tied behind your back; you practically did last night. We can't stop you. You've made that abundantly clear. Neo would put up more of a fight, but you would just kill her too. Way I see it," he leaned back in his chair, and Naruto couldn't help but notice the way he kept his weapon within reach. "I can't stop you. She can't stop you. I could try hanging all this talk of favors and debts over your head, but whats to stop you?

"The way I see it, the only way we come out of this alive is by making a deal. And the only way we make that deal, is buy ascertaining what you want."

Naruto leaned forward. "I don't really want anything."

Neo swatted him on the back of the head, even as Roman snorted. "Bullshit. Everyone wants something."

"Fine, fine. Just let me think. A roof over my head and a warm bed." he offered fruitlessly. "Food would be nice, maybe?"

"There you go." Momentum restored once more, Roman leaned forward to meet him. "So what else do you want? Wealth? Fame? Power?"

Naruto took a moment to ponder that, fingers clenching at his sides. Vengeance would have been nice, but what was the point? His friends were gone. His world was gone. Kaguya was dead, and Sasuke with her. There was nothing to go back to. That much, he remembered. Even if he could go back to that bleak, dead rock, what would be the point? He'd just die alone.

...I guess I want to start over?" his own words surprised him. Roman even moreso, for the thief slapped his knee and howled with laughter.

"You guess?! What kind of answer is that?!"

Naruto shrugged. "Mine?"

"You're not going to budge on that, are you?" his words earned him a shake of the head.

Roman and Neo were...well, they certainly weren't saints by any means, but neither could they be called wholly evil either. He could sense that much from their emotions. Rather, they were trapped somewhere between the two. Not light and dark, not black and white, but...grey. Naruto didn't know what to do with grey. Of course one did not simply leap into a life of crime willingly, after all. Oh, there were those that said you did and those that reveled in the chaos they caused, but there was always a reason. The truth, as he'd found, was far more complex than one might think.

Just the thought of it made his eye itch. No. Sasuke's eye. Not his. He still couldn't believe he'd done that but he'd been angry, so very angry...

He couldn't even be wholly sure his partner had survived the journey; though he could still sense his strength, Kurama had yet to answer him when he called. Perhaps the old fox was wounded. Maybe he was simply sleeping...the alternative wasn't something Naruto wanted to consider. Still, he was alive for better or worse. Might as well make a go of things.

With a long suffering sigh he pushed away his now-empty plate and stood.

"Before I agree to anything, I'd like a look around town. This is...well." he paused and scratched at a whiskered cheek. "Its a lot to take in. I need some air."

"Sure." Roman waved him off. "You gonna find your way back?" at the blond's not he visibly deflated. "Just stay away from the main thoroughfare, would ya? Its swarming with police right now." those keen eyes narrowed under his bowler cap. "Something about an explosion or something. Don't know much about it."

Naruto twitched as a flicker of memory tickled the back of his thoughts. He remembered fire. Heat. Flame. "Explosion? Come again?"

The master thief groaned. "Don't tell me that was you."

"No...?"

Beside him, Neo mimed a surprised expression.

"Wait." Roman locked onto it like a beacon. "You found him in an alley near there, didn't you?"

A short bob of the head. That was all he needed to see. "I'm going."

"Just be careful." Roman's voice met him at the door. "I shouldn't have to tell you what would happen if they found you associating with us."

His hackles rose. "Is that a threat?"

"No, no, no." Roman raised his empty palms. "Not all. Considering it a warning.

The door slammed in response. Neo tilted her head toward it.

"Yeah." Roman relented. "Maybe keep an eye on him."

He knocked back his glass, only to find it empty. A faint scowl plucked at his mouth as he poured himself another.

"He doesn't strike me as the squealing sort," he mused softly. "But it can't help to stack the deck in our favor."

Neo snapped off a faux salute and vanished with a crackle of glass.

Roman watched her go and fought down a strange pang of dread. He was taking a risk here. He knew it. So did Neo. Blasted girl was keen on blondie though, so it wasn't as if he had much choice in the matter. Bah. There was such a thing as too much paranoia in this line of work. They were just going for a walk. Neo would be with the kid. What could possibly go wrong?

...why did it feel like he'd just tempted the reaper?

(0.0.0.)

What had he done?

Weary though he was, Naruto didn't have any trouble finding the blast zone Roman had spoke of. He just had to follow the smoke. It was impossible to miss something like this. No matter how much he might want to try and forget where he was, and what he might have done, his legs still propelled him forward.

Oddly enough, walking proved cathartic. It gave him a purpose, a task to focus on to the exclusion of all else.

Even then all the new sights and sounds threatened to throw his senses into disarray and overwhelm him entirely; moreover it made his new eye ache. Perhaps that merely meant he had yet to master it. He wasn't sure he could, or that he even wanted to.

Men stepped out of an iron box -a car!- ahead of him and he balked at them for a moment before he managed to master himself. At such close proximity it was the simplest of things to stretch out his senses and listen in on there conversation. Almost painfully so.

He soon wished he hadn't.

...only one casualty." the words took him like a dagger in the chest. "Some poor bastard had a heart attack at the scene."

"Wonder what he saw?" his partner retorted. "Grim? Somethin' else, maybe?"

"Dunno." Came the retort. "Must've been terrifying."

Naruto's heart skipped a beat and his stomach threatened to turn itself inside out. He'd done this...hadn't he? He didn't remember. No it wasn't that he didn't, but rather that he couldn't. All he recalled was falling. Had he done something? Lashed out? No. Not him. It couldn't be him.

An angry red spike of pain rammed itself through the back of his skull and he collapsed, clutching at his forehead. Not his fault.

This was an accident; it Had to be. This was all some terrible, horrible misunderstanding and if he simply stopped to explain himself them surely...!

"You there!" a fresh voice called out to him. "Stop!"

He didn't have turn; in hindsight, he really shouldn't have. But he did.

A woman in a white cloak swept toward him, eyes bright beneath her hood. Had that been the end of it, had he been in his right mind, he might not have panicked. As things stood? Naruto stiffened and his nerves, already frayed raw by all that he'd been through, could take no more. He knew it would paint him in a bad light, make him appear guilty when there was no guilt to be had. He didn't care; no, he simply cared too much, guilt and paranoia blurred into a heady cocktail within him that dulled all rational thought. Something snapped deep inside of him and he fled.

It was, by far, the worst thing Naruto could have done.

Like the huntress she was, Summer Rose immediately gave chase.

"Stop right there, criminal scum!" she tore after him as he raced away into the city. "You're under arrest!"

A/N: References are references.

Down Summer! Bad Summer! You're way too eager!

Even now, Naruto doesn't like to kill people. That much remains true.

So to find that someone died because of his actions, indirectly or no...that hurts him.

On another note, Roman and Naruto strike a deal, now our boy is being hunted, and the Winchesters are screwed.

I'm holding back some of the previews for later, sorry! If you have questions, and I'm sure you do, you'll find your answers here.

Naruto doesn't have a world to go back to. That should imply just how badly things went. Poor guy. He's already on something of a slippery slope as is.

To clarify! As far as timelines go, we're close to canon. But not that close. Yang has already been born and is implied to be a toddler around this time. Raven? Nope. Long gone. Summer's still around and in her prime, if that chapter didn't make it blatantly obvious. Furthermore! Summer and Tai haven't gotten together just yet. There we go. That's all you're going to get out of me! I could tell you just what I have planned for this story but that, that would spoil things.

As ever, reviews are the wind beneath my wings.

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(Previews!)

"Let go of me."

"No! You're coming with-

That was all Summer managed before he launched her through a building.

"Right." she groaned, dragging herself upright. "No more nice huntress. You're going down!"

"You've got a knack for this."

"Stop! Thief!"

"Is it really stealing if you take from the rich and give to the poor?"

Glynda opened her mouth to retort and Roman swept her legs, sending her sprawling to the floor. "Later, toots!"

R&R~!