Five Years before

"…And that is all for today's meeting." An old man folded his hands together, looking around the meeting room. "Are there any questions?"

"I have a few questions, Jacques." Another old man raised his hand and looked at Jacques. "About your daughter, Weiss. Will she be ready for this line of work, considering she hasn't been to these meetings to understand how to run the company?"

"I assure you that Weiss will understand how to run the SDC as efficiently as I have." Jacques said confidently, hiding his uncertainty.

Even he was unsure if his daughter would be able to, considering she was still chasing this fantasy of make believe and fighting Grimm in Vale. There was nothing more he wanted than to drag her childish ass back to Atlas and marry her to one of the sons of a profitable company. She was due to graduate from that academy within a month. It was only a matter of time before he dragged her back home.

"If you don't mind me saying, your son, Whitley, is a better candidate to take over the SDC." Another man huffed, looking towards the door as a young man walked in. "Speak of the devil, here he is."

"Whitley, can you not see that I'm in a meeting right now?" Jacques frowned at his son, feeling ashamed that he walked in unannounced like this.

"My apologies, father. However, this is important news." Whitley frowned. "Those degenerates, the White Fang, sent a request to have a meeting. Again."

Jacques grunted and shook his head. "Reject it as usual. There is no way a Schnee would ever be connected with those murderers. I don't see why you had the need to ask me this, Whitley."

"Father, in the letter, it stated that we need to reject them directly this time." Whitley frowned, not liking the letter as he gave it to his father.

"What?" Jacques took the letter and read it.

SDC

We wish to have a meeting to discuss the relationship between the Faunus and the SDC.

If you wish to reject us as usual, do so in person instead of being the cowardly jerk that you are, hiding behind our friends and family and your worthless money.

WF

"These fools think that they can scare me? How preposterous." Jacques scoffed as he crumpled the letter, turning his attention back towards the board members. "Now back to more important matte—"

BOOM

The room exploded. Shouts of confusion were heard.

Seconds later, Jacques groaned as he tried to move but was caught under some rubble.

"Where am I…?" He coughed, looking around. There was a hole in the center of the room. Everything was darkened and he didn't know where half the board members were. "Whitley…?" Jacques looked for his son, seeing him just laying on his side, blood dripping from his head.

"Mr. Schnee!" A young man grunted as he moved the rubble out of the way. "Are you alright?! We need to get out of here now!" He looked around and saw Whitley, quickly moving towards him and carefully cradling him in his arms.

"What is going on? Your job was to keep me safe, and keep those filthy, good for nothing degenerates out of here!" Jacques growled as he stumbled to his feet, holding his head. He didn't know what caused the explosion, but he assumed it was the White Fang, considering the letter he just received. The timing was too much of a coincidence for him to think otherwise. "Were you sleeping on the job?!"

"Maybe if you didn't constantly rush us, we would've done a more thorough job!" The first man growled back, hating his job, and groaned when he was shot through his abdomen. "Shit!"

The ground gave out and the man stumbled against the wall. Jacques wasn't any better and fell against more rubble, almost falling down the hole in the center of the room.

"Don't just stand there! Save me, you insolent fool!" Jacques ordered.

"Oh shut up! You don't under—"

BOOM

Another explosion. The ground shook and gave way, causing the floor to collapse beneath them.

"NO!"


"…are there any more survivors?" A firefighter looked around for any survivors. So far they only found a few dozen that had minor injuries, which was a miracle considering the state of the building. A handful had more major injuries and were immediately sent to the hospital, though news came that a couple of them didn't make it on the way. The rest were confirmed dead.

"Not that I can see. But keep looking!" another firefighter huffed, moving rubble carefully and frowning at what he saw. "Come look at this."

The first firefighter moved towards where he was called and shook his head. "We need to contact the hospital. Jacques Schnee is dead. Good riddance, I'd say."


"How many board members are left?" a man huffed, looking at some paperwork before looking up at his assistant.

"Just four." She looked at her notes. "Jacques Schnee is dead… All others are still unconscious, but they should be awake within a few days."

"What about Whitley? Willow? Can any Schnee lead the SDC?"

"Whitley is unconscious as well. From what I heard, he's in a coma and likely won't be awake for a long time. As for Willow… she's missing. No one knows where she is."

The man sighed deeply. "With Jacques dead, Whitley being in the hospital due to a coma, and Willow missing..." The man shook his head. "We have no choice but to call for Winter or Weiss to take over the SDC." He then looked at his assistant. "Do whatever it takes to bring them back."


A/N: Well trying something slightly different but hope that you enjoyed!

Trying to finish the WR Week Prompts as well and that's where most of my focus will be. Hope to see you all soon!