The cloaked man walked through the doors of the club, music pounding at his ears. He walked towards the bar, waving down the bartender.
"I need a drink." He told the burly man, placing a Lien card on the table.
"What do ya want?" The bartender asked.
"Info." He said placing his scroll on the table, the device showed two pictures, one of a long haired blonde girl, the other showed a brown haired man with a scar running diagonlly down his face from his left temple down to his chin.
The bartender glanced down at the pictures for a second before looking at the cloaked man again. "Get out."
Suddenly, his head met the bar. "Junior, I don't want to make a hasty decision, so, tell me where they are?" The cloaked man then pulled a silver broadsword off of his belt and brought the tip to Junior's neck.
Junior growled "I made a promise, and they paid me to keep it."
Junior could tell the cloacked man was getting impatient, but he didn't signal any of his personal "attendants". He really did not want to close down his club/bar for repairs again.
Suddenly a glass clinked and the cloadked man's head looked over to the left, Junior's right, and said "You two were hard to track down."
"Maybe, it's because we didn't want to be found." One of the duo said. He wore motstly black his jacket, shirt, jeans, and shoes were black. He also wore armor, mostly a chest piece and shoulder pads, both of which had an angular look to them. The armor was black with orange stripes running down the center. The face caught the cloaked man's attention though straggely brown hair, brown eyes and a scar running diagonlly down from his left temple. The man also had a saber strapped to his hip, with a dust container in the hilt filled with cyan dust.
He turned his attention to the other one, female this time. Long blonde hair, Her "Hunter" outfit, as she called it once, and red eyes. Her shot gaunlets strapped to her wrists currently collapsed.
Only the male was currently looking at him, the female was looking down at the bar with her hands clenched in front of her.
"What do you want Qrow?" The male asked.
Qrow lowered his hood, finally letting Junior up.
Junior grunted as he popped his neck. "He's got five minutes." He walked off leaving the three alone.
"Ozpin's offering you both a job." Qrow told the duo.
The blonde scoffed, her brown haired partner shooting her a look.
"What's the job?"
"Look for the truth."
The blonde stood up from her stool turning her red glare onto her uncle. "Don't you think we've been LOOKING!?" She yelled at the man.
"Yang!"
Her glare snapped from Qrow to her partner.
"Razor, I want them to apologise, before I do anything for them." With that she got up and left.
JetRazor was currently massaging his temples. 'Why did I fall for her again?' He thought, he knew it wasn't her fault, it was her situation.
Getting framed on National TV tended to have that effect.
"100,000 up front, and ascess to all listening devices the he has." Qrow offered.
"Tell him, we have a deal." With that Razor left to look for his partner/girlfriend.
He was getting the couch tonight, he was sure.