AN - This is not directly a Ruby Rose story although she obviously will be a key protagonist in this as will all of the normal RWBY characters as well. The Red Rose comes from where I am from (my county) which is called Lancashire (UK) which is symbolised with the Red Rose being the nickname for the county. Sorry for the misleading story title.

3rd Person

The streets were silent, nothing moving in the dead of the Valean night. The darkness was eclipsed by the streetlights shining through the faint fog that was beginning to descend upon the city. The closeness of the street seemed to trap the area with the feeling of a claustrophobic environment.

In the distance, a shot lit up the street. One of the few building that was emitting light into the street below. The sign glinted in the distance, making it seem like more light was coming from the shop than what was actually being given off. If one was to have a closer look at the shop they would see that it was a local dust store named From Dust Till Dawn.

Scoped in on the shop, a young fox faunus had his eyes set firmly on the shop. At just a meagre 17 years old the young male watched the shop with intent, a state of knowing. His sources suggested that this would be the next target, though when it would happen or who was going to commit it was a complete mystery.

He placed down his rifle, frustrated. He had been coming here for the last week now and still nothing had happened. Today he had already been here for the last few hours. Sitting down on his navy blue camp chair he had brought with him he looked over at the shop a few hundred metres away, a difficult diagonal trajectory if he was to shoot someone. He looked back away from the small store before pulling out his plane silver scroll. His pale blue almost grey eyes fixating on the device that was on his hands.

The cunning faunus accessed the camera view outside the shop, allowing him to better view the street below him as his current position only allowed for him to see part of the street unless he was stood on the edge of the rooftop he was currently on.

The camera showed someone entering the store, a small young hooded girl who had black hair with red highlights wearing earphones and a cape walked into the store. The girl was also carrying a weapon though it was in a form where it was easy to carry. Curiosity rising, his brown fox ears started to rise to the top of his head. Moving back to his snipers nest, he analysed her situation for being at a dust shop so late at night. He knew not to judge a book by its cover. Not in his line of work.

Bringing his scroll back up, he accessed the inside cameras of the shop, relaxing upon seeing that there was a genuine reason for the girl being at the shop as she had bought dust for her weapon and migrated back further into the shop.

Agitated that this had been another inconclusive night he was about to give up when something caught his attention out of his peripheral vision. A group of armoured individuals emerged out of the alleyway just in front of the building where he was scoping out the store.

First Person POV

Those are Juniors men. What are they doing here? Looking down towards the group I see that they are armed. Who's hired these? I trace my vision to the front of the group to see that the leader of this little posse is wearing a bowler hat with a white waistcoat, cane and a cigar hanging out of my mouth. Coming to one conclusion, Roman Torchwick.

Loading my sniper, I follow the movement of the group until they come across the dust shop. I have to wait for my moment, ambush them and leave them to the authorities whilst I make my get away, I'd rather not get dragged into a police station. Not with my heritage.

I open up my scroll, putting it into my self designed hack setting before I hear a loud crash down the street. What? This isn't going to plan, looking back down at my scroll I see the girl from earlier with a scythe dug into the ground. Shit, I can't do anything as then my cover will be blown.

Or maybe I could help, I pull up my scroll just as I see Roman raises his cane up to Ruby. I hack his weapon mechanism as I lock the gun's firing chamber in place. As I'm about to make the barell misfire back at him he throws a smoke grenade and makes for a nearby ladder down the next alleyway.

As he climbs the ladder I make my way down on to the street making sure to disable all of the cameras down the street as I chain the thugs to solid structures as I move their weapons out of reach.

Now running after Roman I catch sight of a huntsman, hoping she doesn't notice me I change my course so that I end up on a different rooftop a few blocks away. Engines, that's the sound of engines whirling up above my head. Seeing the large airship hovering I try to see who is flying it.

"Glasses identify", I say as my glasses identify the person who is flying the aircraft. "Identified as Cinder Fall, known accomplices include Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, Neopolitan and Roman Torchwick". The glasses reply in an autonomous voice. "Glasses save" I reply.

Seeing the VTOL hovering above the building I start taking shots at the cockpit of the aircraft. This catches the attention of the huntress who glances across at me from the adjacent rooftop.

As the VTOL flies away I start to slide away from the scene only to be met by a drunk man with black hair and red eyes holding me at sword point at the end of the ladder. "Now would you like to tell me what you were doing here and what interest do you have in this shop". "I don't want to cause any trouble" I reply, "Seemed like you already caused plenty of that." "I was following a lead on who was committing the dust robberies, I thought I could prevent the next one." "So you were here trying to prevent a dust robbery." "Yes" I emphasise. "In which case, you are under arrest for attempted dust robbery and criminal damage". "Is this a fucking joke?" "Do I look like a joke to you?"

"This is the one Oz" he says as he walks into the room. "I didn't do anything, I was trying to prevent them from stealing the dust." I reiterate. The silver haired man just wave his hand as though to disregard what I had just said. "Qrow, I'd like you to leave." "But Oz he was there" "Of which I am aware" the so called Oz cut him off. "But please, leave this to me."

Firstly, he starts by placing my stuff on the table, Then he uncuffs my hands freeing them from the binds that they were in. "Joshua Hill, a self proclaimed vigilante who was at the heart of the leaks which led to the arrest of many white fang agents so tell me, who was behind this." "Glasses relay", "Cinder Fall, known accomplices include Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, Neopolitan and Roman Torchwick." So now we know who, I'll give you a choice, you can either come to my school or you can spend the next 15 years behind bars knowing the racial bias of the judiciary system." "You don't really give me a choice do you" I reply. He just smirks as a response.

"Oz, he's a wildcard." Qrow raises his concerns "As you were at one point, he will be fine."

AN- Thanks for reading, any areas for improvement will be very much appreciated. Till next time. The Revvo out.