Blue trailer

"How far are you?"

"Two, maybe three clicks away." the boy said back through his scroll, as he ran on the top of the houses. "Remind me, what do I have to do?" he said, jumping from one house to the other.

"I've arrenged a meeting with a guy named Junior. What he doesn't know is that I gave a hint about him to another person, a girl, who was in need of information." Wait, what? he tought.

"Who is the girl?"

"Don' know, and frankly, don't really care. Your dad said we should help her, a win-win thing, you know." I don't like the sound of it, he tought, but if dad said so... "Aaand... stop."

"What? I'm in the middle of nowhere." he told his instructor, looking around.

"Exactly. Now, wait." he got the answer. He took a deep breath, than unhooded himself. His attire couldn't be considered as stylish, but on the contrary it was comfortable. Easy to move in. The blue hoodie and black jacket gave him freedom and armor too, as the jacket was part kevlar, with a red burning fist on the right shoulder. His hoodie had its material long on the back. His jeans were dark, nearly black, as were his boots. His jeans had his emblem on the left leg too.

"So, Sam, what is the sudden change of hearth? Not fighting against grimm, but humans?"

"Ever heard of Torchwick?"

"Roman Torchwick? The guy who stole more dust than The White Fang? Of course, but why did you... oh!"

"Got it? We are against our own civilization, not like before, brother. And if my theory is correct, your father will put a lot in line to succeed. And will need a someone to lead his army."

"But it won't be me. Told you man, last mission. After that you won't see me again anytime soon." he told his friend, who stood silent on the other side. He looked down, to the empty street. Come on, no turning back now. You know you want to live your own life, and now you can't back down. You're so close.

"Seemes like your last is going to be easy. Get in, stole the files then get out. Should be a piece of cake."

"Got it. So, where do I have to go?"

"Not where, who after." came his friend's answer, and the line went off. Great, again. What the hell does that even means? he asked himself, but the answer came sooner than he tought. First he heard the sound of an engine. That silent, empty street wasn't as silent as before. Than he got glimpse of a yellow motorbike coming to the road, stopping below him. Than the street neither was as empty. Looking at it he saw a woman, get off the bike.

She was a fair skinned young girl with purple eyes and dark golden hair worn loose. She wore a tan jacket with short, puffy sleeves. Underneath this was a low cut yellow crop top with a black burning hearth, and a pair of black mini-shorts. She also wore a brown belt with a pleated brown piece of material covering her from hip to hip attached to the rear of the belt. Underneath this was a longer, white, asymmetrical piece of material reaching to her knee on the right side. She wore brown, knee high boots and orange over the knee socks, with the right sock pushed down to below the knee. A gray bandana was tied around her left knee. An orange infinity scarf and black fingerless gloves completed her outfit.

"Great. Seemes like that piece won't be as much of a cake."

Okay, easier than expected. But where is that blondie? he tought as he got inside, through one of the windows on the top of the building, which were left open. Okay, let s see. He took out his scroll and opened the newly hacked cameras image. On them, he saw a lot of people dancing in the club. First gonna scare them away, better not have any civilians around here. He ran through the corridor as one of the doors opened before him, revealing a thug.

"Hey, who are you? You can t be here!" the thug shouted at him, but he was too late. Our mysterious protagonist threw his scroll into the air and slided next to him, grabbing his leg and making him fall, than grabbed his scroll as it fell back. Okay, good warm up. Now let s see

"Strawberry sunrise. No ice. Oh! And one of those little umbrellas." said the girl from before to the bartender. And now the man next to her turned to her. He wore a black vest over a white dress shirt, a red tie, black gloves and black dress pants. He had gray eyes, short black hair, along with a matching beard and mustache

"Aren t you a little young to be in this club, blondie?" he asked her, making her giggle. What a bad line? I hope he isn t

"Aren t you a little old to have a name like Junior?" she asked back. Okay, double time.

"Excuse me!" the blonde girl asked Junior as she crushed his orientation.

"I swear, sir!" he said on a really thin voice. Okay, Sam made a mistake with her. She is too reckless to be A diversion, of course. More thugs stepped to the two, raising their weapons.

"Looks like we have an audience. This must be kinda embarrassing for you, huh? Awkward " she said, smirking at him. I started to walk over, stopping behind the thugs.

"Listen! Blondie, sir! If you wanna make it out this club alive, I suggest you let me go. Now!" Junior said to the still smirking girl. She let him go, and he let out a thankful sigh. "You will pay for that." He told her and started to walk away, putting his red sunglasses on. But the girl leaped after him.

"Oh, Junior, I was just playing with you, don t be so sensitive. Come on, let s kiss and make up, okay?" she said, stopping him ont he middle of the dance floor.

"Huh?" came the dumb answer. What a tease! I better get ready. our hero tought to himself as he tought his options. Either I go to search for those damn files and get out of this unscratched or stay, fight alongside that blonde girl and get out of this unscratched too. Hard question. "Okay " the other dumb answer came as he leaned closer to that girl s face. And as just he could kiss her he went off flying. Showtime!

"You little..." one of Junior's men shouted at the blonde, swinging his weapon down. She turned around to defend herself, but someone already was between them. A white and blue colored, 1.2 meters long sword with a black grip. She turned to the wielder of the weapon and was greeted by a blue-hooded figure, looking at her, without his face being visible. Of course we all recognise our nameless hero in him, defending the girl.

"Thanks, I guess." she said, with a little smile on her face. He swinged his weapon at the thug, making him fly away. He turned back to her, nodding slightly, than getting into fighting stance: legs in stride, head down, hands to the right, weapon pointing vertically to the left. "So, you are my contact?" she asked him as she took her stance too.

"A friend of him. But now we better get our head into fighting."

"Mine is always into it." she said, winking at him with a smirk, than ran off. She ran up of a guy, than charged her fist, finally swinging down. The whole dance floor shook, sending the thugs away. As the wave of floor came to the blue figure he jumped over, throwing his weapon into the ground, landing on the top of it. He looked over to the girl and saw her fighting with seven guys, easily beating them. So much of a help she needs... he tought, but smirked to himself.

He was mesmerised by her fighting skills. So raw, strong and reckless, but fast, gracious and precise in the same time. She seemes so invincible, and it's not just because these guys are horrible fighters. He seemed to...

"Wouldn't you like to... I don' know, DO SOMETHING?" came the angry voice of a girl. He rolled his eyes. Like you need me to do anything. He gripped his sword, rolled down of the guards, than threw his sword to one of the thugs. She turned towards him with surprise, as he slided between one of the gangsters' legs, kicking him in the stomach. He started to spin on the ground, waiting for their enemies to step forward. They foolishly did, and were sent back by fireballs. He still spinned, waking up with the help of his right hand.

"Is that enough?" he asked her, crossing his arms. She glared at him, but before she could say anything gunfire was heard. They turned around, and saw the bear-headed DJ and another gangster firing at them. They exchanged a glance, and started running towards them. Stepping out of the gunfire's way, jumping over it, they got to the place of the DJ counter. The girl shot under herself, as he climbed the wall. Arriving to them they grabbed their collars, swinging their heads into the counter, than sent them fly away. As the fight died down they looked at each other, the same tought of both of their heads: she/he fight like me!

"Melanie, who are these?" came the question from the floor. They both turned to see two girls. They likely were identical twins, dressed the same way expect one's color was red-black, the other's white-green. The red one wore two claws and the white one blades on her shoes. Twins, probably using teamwork. the blue kid tought, looking to the girl next to him. Maybe.

"I don't know, Miltia, but we should teach them a lesson." the white girl answered.

"Care to 2 on 2?" asked the kid his current partner. She looked at him.

"Hmph." she answered, swinging her hands down. Her weapon's shells fell out and she quickly reloaded it by throwing the chain of shells and hitting it to the weapon. She stepped forward, but turned to him. "Try to keep up."

"Don' worry, Blondie. I'm professional." he said, walking to the end of the stage.

"Than show me what you got, Blue." she stepped next to him, readying herself. They jumped of, raining shells and fire at the twins. They dodged them, running towards. Our heroes landed, still firing at them, destroying some walls and lamps in the proccess. They dodged all of that, getting to them and started to attack mercilessly. The red punched the Blonde, the white kicked Blue.

While the blonde easily defended herself, Blue was being a little overpowered. The girl kicked fastly, hardly letting any time to attack back. She kicked him in the stomach, sending him back. But he was happy to being knocked back, because he got closer to the other two. As Red tried to score a hit, he grabbed her arm, throwing her back to her sister.

"Where is the 'I'm professional'?" Blondie asked. He glared at her, but felt the twins attack. He grabbed Blondie's hand and spinned her around, making her kick the attackers back. He jumped to them, sending little flames to the twins. They stepped back and as the flames disappeared attacked, but Blondie rolled over Blue's back, kicking them back than layed close to the floor, letting Blue to kick Miltia's side, sending her away, through a glass wall.

Melanie tried to attack Blue, but he was defended by Blondie, who hit her on the stomach. Blue grabbed her hand and spinned her around, letting the blonde finish her with a spin kick.

"Wow, that was awe-" Yang started, but realized it was only her now. "-some." she finished a little disappointed.

"Okay, I'm in." he told Sam, looking around the in the office.

"Uhm, do you see a computer?" Sam asked. He looked around and saw a dusty thing in the corner. He walked over, turning it on. He connected his scroll to it, letting Sam do his magic. "Old CCT device from like 2 decades ago. Shouldn't be a problem, just some minutes. While I do that try to get through his files." He walked over, opening a drawer, and running through the files. "So, what is she like?"

"Not exactly the time Sam."

"I work better if we chit-chat, bro." he reminded him. He let out a sigh and silence took over the line.

"Interesting."

"Good or bad way?" Sam asked, making him think.

"Both, I guess. She fights good but is very bold."

"Hm."

"What?"

"Just watched the camera feeds. Torchwick was there, just like before Blondie stepped there. You just missed him!"

"I'm gonna go after him." Blue stood up, disconnected his scroll and was about to get going but heard a bang. He turned to the window and looked out. He saw Junior out in the street, the blonde jumping after him and a third person, a young girl stood there too.

She was a fair skinned young girl with silver eyes and black hair that fades to dark red at the tips cut in an asymmetrical bob.

She wore a long sleeved thick black blouse with a high collar and red trim on the sleeves, a black waist cincher with red lacing up the front, and a black skirt with red trim. She also wore a pair of thick black stockings and black combat boots with red laces, red trim around the top and red soles. Her outfit was topped by a red hooded cloak fastened to her shoulder by cross shaped pins. Her emblem, a rose was pinned to a wide black belt slung around her hips on an angle, which also has bullets and a pouch attached.

He looked away, to the top of the nearest house, where a figure ran along, than crouched, aiming a weapon at them. Torchwick or them. Mission or people. Ohh.. He jumped through the window and punched forward, detaching a rope, which got the shooter. He pulled it, pulling him towards himself. As he was close enough he threw the shooter into the ground, landing on him. The girls turned to him, looking suspicious.

"Andwhoishim?" asked the black haired.

"That's... also a long story." Blondie said, looking down. She looked up at him, walking over, holding her hand out. "Yang." she said with a friendly smile. He looked around, making sure noone was watching. He took his hood off revealing his face. He had brown, side shaven hair and same eyes. His face was oval and stubbly, with scars on his right eyebrow and the left side of his lips. He shook her hand, smiling back.

"Chris. I'm Chris Matheson."