Winter Schnee looked around the wall of the dimly lit office. The room was light enough for her to see her clients or whoever happened to be sitting at the dark forest green one armed sofa sitting ten feet away on the other wall across from the heavy cherrywood desk where the cold woman sat. Candles flickered in silver holders on the walls and expensive tapestries hung all around the room. In this room housed five of the most dangerous, unattainable criminals this world had ever seen.

First was herself. Winter Schnee. Current owner of the Schnee Dust Company, the largest producer of energy propellant in the world. Also a front for some of the worst criminal operations in the world. The money made from selling the dust have them plenty to pay the workers and themselves handsomely, but the real profit came from countless unspeakable acts of crime.

Winter had her father killed two years ago as soon as she and Weiss were old enough to not need a guardian. Her father had done nothing for them but subject the two girl to countless meetings and parties where they had to do nothing but wear fancy dresses and serve the guests and tell them how wonderful they were. Winter hated dresses. The Schnee ringleader had hated every second of those parties and she knew Weiss had even more. Her ice colored appraising eyes drifted over to where her sister was seated on the green sofa, her white dress ending in immaculate folds around her thighs, the red underside of the garment barley visible. Black soled stiletto boots that were the color of fresh snow matched the younger womans dress, the tops reaching just past her knee.

In the whole of remnant there was probably only one person Winter had any sort of feelings for and though she was get sister, Weiss was not at the top. Amber was. So long add no one messed with the girl, and she wasn't found dead then Winter would be happy. True she found Weiss to be better company than most, and she did have small moments of pride but all in all she cared very little for most people, Weiss being no exception.

As heir to Winter Weiss was not to be hurt and if anyone tried to do so things got very very ugly for them very very quickly. But Winter didn't worry too much.

Ever since she was a young girl the younger Schnee had always been a perfectionist. Winter had a vivid memory of how after their mother had died, her father had hired them each a therapist to help them work through their feelings.

Winter remembered those meetings with something resembling fondness. Every week a man would come and her and Weiss would sit on this very same couch and were supposed to talk about how they felt. Winter had lied through her teeth to the man, telling every day about how painful it was, hoping he would leave sooner, but the opposite had happened. Both her and Weiss we're diagnosed with two different disorders. Winter was told she was a sociopath and Weiss was diagnosed with chronic obsessive compulsive disorder. Winter didn't mind, she had been called that many times before. She knew what she was and she used it to her advantage, but Weiss on the other hand had cracked. When the man had told her this, the younger girl had picked up the nearby vase of flowers she had been straightening, smashed the glass jar to pieces and proceeded to slit the therapists throat with one of the larger pieces until he had bled to death on the carpet.

Winter smiled slightly at the memory and looked at the next person. Ruby Rose. The youngest of the people in the room, Ruby was leaning against the wall closest to the door where the sofa Weiss was sitting at was. Often described as childish, the brown haired girl was slowly crunching a large swirled lollipop. Winter could see Weiss's left eye twitch with each sound. Weiss always had hated that twitch, seeing as it was a reminder of an imperfection she could not correct. Winter knew that Ruby was only doing it to drive the heiress wild, knowing she would get a punishment for it later.

As she crunched down the lollipop Winter had to admire the childlike whimsy Ruby always seemed to possess. The girl was dressed in a black suit with skinny black pants tucked into black leather stilettos and a white dress shirt. A red tie and a keychain with a rose clipped onto her belt was the only color in the whole outfit. Ruby's specialty was assassination and torture. The woman could put a bullet between the eyes of her target from a mile away in high wind and she could make the bravest men spill their guts with a small, well placed slice of a blade. The girl was quite the fanatic when it came to weapons and killing. She had an obsession with unusual weapons and tools and whenever one was to open the trunk of her car, they would find a body bag and an odd assortment of tools, her personal favorite a handheld farming scythe.

Hard eyes drifted from the snacking girl to the woman dresses in short black shorts with a matching leather jacket and a yellow tube top. The shorts exposed tan legs and the top exposed a generous portion of cleavage and midriff, and Winter did not disapprove. She may not have been weighed down by emotions but she still had an appreciation for nice things and this woman was one of them. The woman had long gold hair falling to her waste and was probably one of the sanest people in this room, considering Amber was not here. The blonde brawler leaned against the wall adjacent to Winter, muscled arms crossed over abs that flowed into voluptuous curves. Yang Xiao Long was the brawn. She was a killer yes, but she wasn't one for a true job of it. She was the advertising. The scare tactic. To much suspicion falling towards them? Kill a man, have him turn up three days later with lipstick on his cheek and bullet holes in his head and suddenly the public was scrambling in circles to find the murderer. Yang was very good at her job and if the word of her victims was good she was good at other things as well.

Lastly Winters eyes landed on the last woman in the room, who was sitting cross legged on the end of winters desk. Yellow eyes stared back into crystal blue ones, and ebony black hair fell around slender muscled shoulders like a waterfall. A silky black bow on the top of her head hid a pair of black cat ears that would have made any other Faunus adorable had it not been for the predatory gleam in this woman's eyes.

A white corset was tied tight around a taut stomach and held two pale appendages that burst from her chest in place and left her arms and shoulders bare. A black skirt reaching down to her toes with two long slits in the side exposed a delicious amount of legs. Winter remembered buying her that skirt. Everything about the woman was tense and precise as though she was a panther ready to pounce. Winter would be lying if she said it wasn't scary or attractive as hell.

Blake Belladonna had been just another starving, beaten Faunus. One that Winter had seen something in. When she had found her two years ago, the girl had been scrounging for food in a trash can. She had been in Winters way and she was about to make her move when the dark haired girl had looked her square in the eyes. Icy blue twin crystals had met a pair of twin flames burning gold. The hate radiating from her emaciated figure had been overpowering as she had told the Schnee to fuck off and find a new route.

Winter had almost taken out her two raptors and killed her then and there, but she had been intrigued. The dark haired Faunus showed no fear in her eyes, just a pure hatred for humanity and a glowing ember of insanity and the will to survive. Winter had given her a way to not only survive, but to make it to the top and thrive.

Not that both parties had not benefited. Winter got an assassin and a thief so skilled that no one even realized the person had been missing until a week or so after their lives had been stolen. And of course if Winter was one to wake up in the night and find the Faunus poised beside her, who was she to complain? She may not have had feelings, but it by no means meant she couldn't indulge herself. She had very little compassion toward the Faunus and the darker haired girl had made it clear to her she was only there to repay the favor Winter had done her in getting her off the streets and into the life of luxury only the top of the criminal good chain could provide. Not that she minded of course, after all she did enjoy nice things.

After a few more seconds of heavy silence and several crunches of Ruby's ridiculous carnival pop, Winter cleared her throat. All eyes met hers. "We have been given a...proposition." she said pausing between words.

All eyes looked to her. Winter continued. "Nothing too difficult mind you. But it could end badly if you do not-

"Don't dance around the subject my dear sister." Weiss snapped at the older girl interrupting her speech.

Winter swapped an even glare with her younger sister then continued with narrowed eyes. "Weiss it seems you have been asked to perform."

The younger girl looked stunned for a second and the room went silent for a few seconds only to be broken by Ruby. "That's great and all but I don't see what this has to do with us!" The younger girl snapped back at Winter, evidently upset that she had irritated Weiss.

Winter slammed her first down in the table and all eyes were on her. "I would expect for you to listen when I am making a statement!" She said through gritted teeth. Weiss didn't exactly have the greatest relationship with her knowing about Winter's condition. Winter didn't mind most of the time, but it could be absolutely infuriating at times.

Ruby gave get a stare off mock terror and licked her lollipop but proceeded to quiet down. Weiss just started back at get sister with steely jaded blue eyes.

Winter continued. "Weiss is there to perform, I am her supportive older sister, and you are simply her...crew." She spat the last word out like it was poison, but it was such a low class term. Pulling out several files of paperwork she finished her speech.

"The owner of the largest competitor to the Schnee Dust Company will be there and we are being given a chance to take him out. He will have several hidden armed guards and things could go down the tubes very quickly."

"Alright that's all good and jolly but isn't there two sides to a proposition?" Yang spoke up from the back of the room.

"Exactly. They think they're helping us by giving us a clear shot at this guy and they want free dust whenever they need it on return."

"That's outrageous!" Weiss said, fuming angrily. "You know they are going to ask for all we have in reserve!"

"Ah ah." Winter said shushing the ranting Heiress. "We are going to do a little bit of...enforcing." She cleared her throat and took on a military tone of voice. "They've gotten to cocky. We need to show them whose boss around here. I have files for each of you to read up on. It has information relevant to the part you'll be playing." She tossed each of them a folder full of paperwork.

"You all should have a copy of all their employees medical files and records of their semblances. I'll be there to get them and 'negotiate' our 'partnership'." Winter made air quotes on the words negotiate and partnership. "You all need to be there to take them out." There were nods and grunts of understanding on what she had just said.

The last sentence Winter then continued to say before sitting back and becoming absorbed in her work was how they ended ask if their meetings.

"Kill them all if you have to." The tall pale woman then turned to get screen and back to her work as though nothing had happened.