A/N: My first ever request! sent by the very friendly zacharystevens92, I was given the prompt of Weiss being the typical heiress, Neo a lass who knows the meaning of hard work, and what happens after a failed assassination attempt.

I..may have toyed with the idea somewhat. This will probably become another series, because honestly I think I'm going to have a lot of fun writing this. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading it too.

Sorry for the short chapter, but this is more like the set-up. Should get the follow-up on Friday.

I don't own RWBY, etc.

Neo worked hard.

It was a matter of pride to her, her life's guiding philosophy; you work hard, you get what you want. To that end, she herself was a diligent, efficient and hard-working individual, who never really asked for anything.

Mainly because she couldn't.

But that wasn't to say her work was honest, by any stretch of the imagination. It simply meant that she carried out every job with the same professionalism and determination of any more legitimate, legal worker, and her natural silence assured complete discretion for her employers.

Which meant she was the ideal candidate for a very delicate matter - the assassination of Weiss Schnee.

The pampered heiress scarcely moved from her family's estate in Atlas, too busy attempting to be a good little scion of a prominent family, and preparing to take over the family business when she came of age. However, a stroke of luck brought the opportunity needed for the task - Weiss' older sister, Winter, was apparently getting engaged. Prominent families being what they were, that meant a pointlessly lavish, over-indulgent party, meant more to show the Schnees' success and wealth than actually celebrating anything noteworthy.

As far as Neo was concerned, these sorts of people probably threw parties whenever they got new curtains.

A few favours called in - via text message or email, of course - and she had managed to score an invitation to the social event of the week.

It chafed slightly that it read "Neo Politan, plus one," and she didn't have a "plus one," but she took what she could get.

It wasn't like she hadn't tried to get a date. It's just that, with her somewhat limited vocabulary, it was hard to get across what she meant, and other people didn't always have the patience to stand around and wait while Neo wrote out a four-page response to something.

She could have invited Cinder, since she often understood Neo's intent, but there was no way Neo was going to risk her own life in five-inch heels just to look roughly the same height as her date.

So she went alone to Schnee family 'celebration.' That was fine, really. It meant she could get in and out a lot faster, even though back-up meant someone to run interference and cause distractions when needed.

She had dressed in her favourite outfit - her black corset, white jacket, smart brown trousers and her grey high-heeled boots. It had just the right mixture of business and casual, and no-one would ever suspect an attractive, well-dressed young woman of being a cold-blooded murderer.

With her pink umbrella resting on her shoulder, Neo sauntered through the gate to the sprawling grounds, flashing her invite and a smile as she passed the hired security guards.

Despite her grievances at not scoring a date, she was confident she would get this job done without any major problems.

After all, she was a hard worker. And hard work, criminal or otherwise, always paid off.