A young figure moved through the streets of Vale, calmly making her way past the more welcoming shops and moving further and further into the industrial district. The night was quickly turning chilly, so the hood the mysterious girl wore low over their face didn't seem too out of place. On her belt, a rose emblem rested in the center of a stylized "A", and a compacted weapon rested on the back of the same strap. Her cloak was white with red highlights, and the back of it went almost to her feet.

Once deep inside the maze of warehouses, the she slipped into an alley and ascended a ladder to the roof of a building, then scaled the transmitter's antenna structure, only stopping when she was able to see nearly a mile in every direction. Calmly she took a deep breath, and from under her hood, silver irises became tinted slightly blue, and in her mind, the world took on a new color scheme.

For the most part, the area dimmed to almost black, but three blocks away to the east, one warehouse was lit up from the inside, where almost thirty figures glowed red, like dark flames trapped in human form. A slight smile slid across the girl's face, pleased she had found her targets.

Swiftly returning to the street level, the girl pulled out her scroll and pressed a button three times. Moments later, the small ring she wore vibrated twice, confirmation her message was received. With that, she put her scroll back on her hip, and slipped through the alleys towards the warehouse containing the lit up figures she had spotted earlier.

Stopping a block away, she made a soft eagle call. A barely a minute passed before she heard a reply, this on like a falcon. Once more she called out like the eagle, and her ally appeared next to her, careful not to spook her in the process. Last time that happened, well, it wasn't pretty.

"What's the situation look like?" the new arrival whispered, deep blue eyes seeming to harden beneath the dark hood he, too had pulled low over his face. The highlights on his cloak were blue, and he carried a sword in a collapsible shield-sheath on his hip.

"There's thirty or so White Fang grunts in a warehouse a block to the east, looks like they were getting ready for an assembly or something." Came the soft reply.

"Great. Means they're probably going to do something soon." A thoughtful tone entered the young man's voice. "Either way, we should report back to Master. Did you see if their head honcho is in there?"

"No sign of him. Might be running late, but in that respect, so are we. We have a test tomorrow, remember?"

The boy groaned softly, resting his head against his palm. "Yeah, I know, Ruby, I know. Not happy about it, but I know."

"C'mon, Jaune. You need your sleep if you want a prayer of passing Professor Port's class, and it's almost midnight." Ruby smirked at her friend from under her hood.

Jaune muttered something about boastful, Boarbatusk-headed teachers, before the two began slipping his way back down the alley.