A young man sat alone at a table in a cafe. It was pretty quiet due to the lack of customers at night. That's not to say that he didn't enjoy it; he liked how peaceful it was. His short spiky black hair glistened in the artificial light as he tilted his head back to finish his coffee. His eyes, dark, ringed with the same colour. As if on cue, his scroll rang as soon the cup touched the table. The scroll revealed that he was contacted by a blocked number. Nonetheless, he answered the call.

"Yeah?"

"Junior's club. You know what to do. Keep this quiet." A gruff and heavy voice spoke. The young man simply smiled and nodded.

"Understood."

With that, the call disconnected. He slipped on his hoodie, designed with military camouflage patterns, over his tanned skin which was layered with a black short-sleeved shirt, diagonally striped with emerald green streaks. Aside from the brushing of his dark brown cargo pants, his strides were ghostly silent, despite the heavy weight of his black military boots. He manoeuvred through multiple crowds of civilians and stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse, sealed off with a tall fence to prevent wanderers from entering. Like a ninja, he scaled the fence with relative ease and vaulted over the top; his boots lightly tapped against the concrete upon landing.

He opened the warehouse door to reveal the spacious room scattered with crates of different shapes and sizes. A particular rectangular crate sat on a workbench in the corner of the room. He removed the lock and lifted the green lid to uncover the contents it held. A black mask and a jacket of the same colour were neatly stashed in the box. He picked out the mask first and fitted it onto his face. The mask had a skull's jaws, designed over where the mouth should be, and an emerald visor over the wearer's eyes to shield their identity. Next, he replaced his military hoodie with the black jacket from the box. A skeleton with angel wings was displayed on the back of the jacket. The jacket's removal uncovered the final item in the box. Resting at the base of the crate was a silenced sniper rifle with a foldable stock and bipod stand. He loaded the rifle and stashed 4 extra clips into his jacket's pockets; each clip carried 10 armour-piercing rounds. Once he was fully geared up, he raised his hood over his head and left the warehouse.

The sniping position he chose was quite clever; the rooftop overlooked Junior's club and the roads that led there. With the shattered moon behind him; the light couldn't be reflected towards the club, therefore his position wouldn't be given away. The moonlight also concealed the muzzle flash from the sniper, which would already be non-existent due to the silencer attached to the barrel. Since he laid prone on the rooftop, his silhouette was minimised to a point where he was invisible to his distant victims. Without further ado, he proceeded with his mission.

He ejected the clip that currently loaded the rifle then removed the round in the chamber. He replaced it with a large black bullet known as a "bug" round. The bullet had a parabolic microphone and a transmitter inside it to provide audio for recon purposes. The full metal jacket allowed the bullet to pierce into thick material without destroying the microphone and the transmitter. He aimed at the front entrance of the club and fired his sniper rifle. With a hiss, the round shot out of the barrel and whistled through the air before it embedded itself into the door. The sharpshooter activated his earpiece and heard a very intense fight in the club; most likely due to the sounds of shotgun blasts, explosions, metallic clashing, glass shattering and pained yells ... Not in that particular order. He reloaded his rifle with the clip of armour-piercing rounds, that he previously removed, and switched the view of the scope to Detection mode before he took aim again. Buildings were now transparent in a blue overlay and showcased any heat signatures of humans and Faunus that were concealed by its walls. He could see the destroyed inner structure of Junior's club and figures of bodies scattered all over. Three figures were skilfully fighting in the centre of the club. Two of them - with normal temperatures - were fighting against one that oddly had a very high body temperature; as if that person was on fire. He guessed that they were females due to the feminine grunts that echoed in the club.

His attention was drawn to the road when he saw a truck driving towards the club from the left intersection. He aimed a few notches ahead of the truck to make up for travel time and fired his rifle. The round punctured the front wheel and burst the tyre. The truck violently swerved and crashed into a building behind the club. Four heat signatures began to sluggishly exit the destroyed truck. Before they could approach the club, four silenced shots were fired.

The masked sniper snapped the crosshairs of his scope onto their heads and dispatched the henchmen in quick succession. However, four more henchmen emerged from the right side building and dashed towards the club. With the same precision and accuracy, they were swiftly eliminated with a bullet hole on each of their heads. And as if Fate decided to test him, an airship approached the area ... And if that wasn't enough... He only had one bullet in the chamber.

'Are you fucking kidding me?'

He could reload his rifle but it would take too long due to the airship's fast pace, plus he wanted to conserve as much ammo as possible.

'Fuck it. One shot is all I need.'

He aimed slightly ahead of the airship and held his breath to steady the rifle.

Time seemed to have slowed down as the bullet left the barrel and hurtled towards the airship. With dead-on accuracy, the final round tore into one of the propeller engines. The sniper smirked behind his mask as the airship spun uncontrollably and, eventually, exploded a few miles away from the club.

He deactivated the Detection mode on his scope and returned it to its normal view. His attention was drawn back to the club when he heard a small explosion and shattering glass. A man was launched out of a window and landed in front of a red cloaked figure by the front entrance; followed by a young female with long and messy blonde hair. The sniper managed to hear their conversation since they were close enough to the bug round in the door.

"Yang? Is that you?" The red cloaked figure spoke up.

"Oh! Hey, sis!" The blonde girl replied.

"What are you doing here?"

"... It's a long story." The blond girl sighed.

The sniper pulled out his scroll and called someone from his contact list. It rang a few times before he heard the familiar gruff and heavy voice.

"Is it done?"

"Yeah." The sharpshooter began; his voice was distorted due to the mask's voice modifier. "The objective is secured."

"The money has been transferred to your account. Thank you for your efforts."

"Just doing my job."

The display on the scroll showed that the call has been disconnected, along with a notice that said 15,000 Lien has been added to the sniper's bank account.