Indigo: Why the hell am I in a stupid ass vent again. Slate: Because we're trying to sneak into one of the biggest Schnee Dust distributors in Vale, and sneaking really isn't your strong suit. Indigo: Still don't see why I have to be in a dam vent. Slate: I told you that I might need backup if things go south. Indigo: So you need me to bash some skulls (Indigo grins to himself) That I can totally do.
Slate: just try and keep a low profile, ok I'm almost at the Vault. Indigo: No promises bro. (Slate sneaks up to a massive iron door and begins to pick the look. The sounds of footsteps makes him spin around and draw VIPERS OUTBURST. The left portion in it's katana mode the other in it's Colt 1911 form. The footsteps become louder and Slate shrinks further into the shadows. An Atlas troop soldier rounds the corner and begins walking toward the vault door. The grate above him begins grone and buckle under an unknown weight. The troop stops and points his gun up at the grate just as it fall knocking the solder unconscious, and a human shape dressed in purple tumbles out of the and lands at Slates feet.) Indigo: Sonofa fuck. Slate: I thought I asked you to keep a low profile.
Indigo: You listen here, (pointing up at the grate) that was not my flat that was shity installation. (alarms start to sound of) Slate: (angrily) God… So much for plan Fucking A. Indigo: what does that mean… Slate: Do it. (Indigo pulls a shard of metal from his pocket and activates his semblance. His skin takes on a metallic glow and he runs to the end of the hall and crouched down.) Indigo: HERE WE GO! (Running full speed at the iron door. As he nears it Slate jumps out of the way And Indigo pivots himself so his shoulder connects with the the door. Indigo bashes straight through the door leaving a massive hole were solid iron had been only seconds earlier.) Indigo: Woo hoo that was freaking awesome.
Slate: (throwing Indigo a duffle bag) Hurry and fill this with as much dust as you can carry. Indigo: You got it bro. (the boys fill the bags with as much dust as they can and run outside meeting no resistance.) Indigo: where the hell is everyone. Slate: I don't know but of got a bad feeling. (The brothers burst out the double doors of the Dust building to find themselves light up by spot lights and surrounded by Atlas soldiers.) Slate: What in the hell. (Dropping his bags and pulling out Vipers Outburst both in their Colt 1911 form.) Indigo: (following his brother's lead and pulling out Third Street in it's LMG form.) This should be fun. (to Atlas) Come get some ass holes!
Ironwood: If you hadn't noticed you are sorely outnumbered, it would be in your best interest to stand down. Indigo: And it would be in your best interest to shut the fuck up. Slate: how'd you find is any ways. Ozpin: That would be my fault. Indigo: Ozzy what the fuck. Slate: How the hell. Ozpin: Listen boys as you can see you are of course surrounded, so you have to options. Indigo: And that would be… Ozpin: One you try and fight your way out of this and ether get killed or put in jail. Slate: Or… Ozpin: Or, you can come with me and enroll at Beacon.
Slate and Indigo: Jail! Ozpin: Well I tried talking, (putting his finger to his .) Take them out. Slate and Indigo: (panicked) Wait what. (before either can complain, darts hit both of them in their necks dropping them.) Ironwood: There going to be pissed when they wake up, you know that right. Ozpin: I know but I've dealt with there Bull shit, most of their life's, I think I can handle it.