"We're coming down on the LZ sir." The pilot spoke to Ozpin who was a million miles away in his mind, He got up with his cane in hand and looked out of the window to the sun peeking just above the mountain range in the horizon, the almost empty city below him and the fire that burned in the center of the town made many thoughts sprung to mind the main one being… will he find what he was looking. "Good Luck Sir!" The headmaster opened the door of the small aircraft and jumped out the dust ruffled the scarf around his neck as he got away from the roaring engine he spent a good minute adjusting it to look perfect. "Stay here, Sage if I'm not here in an hour take off." The ashen haired man spoke to a radio and let the pilot relax finally after a 6 hour flight.

Ozpin walked near fire, dozens of body's both human and Grimm that somewhat gave him hope both of finding survivors and getting what he was looking for. He decided to walk slowly examining every building with every single detail when at the corner of his eye an Ursa snuck up on the headmaster. "Well I expected to be more of you here." The man smiled as he held his cane high much like a sword, the animal started to close in when it fell to ground and its body began crack open spilling blood everywhere and turning it asunder, literally. "Lovely…" Behind the guts and blood was a small child with light pink hair and lots of scars on his arms and neck, his face covered in blood.

The boy smiled and pointed toward a building leading the headmaster down the street, Ozpin decided to leave the questions for when they got to a more secluded area it was of no use pestering him now. The scar covered boy tapped twice on a piece of wooden box along a wall of the tallest building of the ghost town, behind them man hole cover burst open and out popped two men armed with assault rifles. "Saint you're back… and I see you brought a survivor, come on old timer I don't like being out on the streets for too long." The ashen haired man felt somewhat insulted but decided to comply with the orders and followed them. They descended to the sewers the floor had wooden planks and the smell of death and wasted food clogged the noses of the four gentle man traversing the underground. "So what's your story old man?" Ozpin grunted at the younger man in front of him and decided to answer. "I'm the headmaster of Beacon and I came here looking for someone." The younger boy grabbed him by the collar. "YOU CAN GET US OUT OF HERE PLEASE WE NEED YOUR HELP." The elder of the group grabbed his son and cleaned the person his child grasped. "I expect there will be forces coming to the rescue." Said the bearded man.

The pink haired boy moved a gate with a flick of his wrist and they entered a closed garage filled with survivors some huddled close others checking armaments others taking care of children. "Depends, if you have someone I'm looking for who could be killing Grimm on his own, he was last seen here." The Oldman laughed and hit him in the lower back. "Only one killing Grimm has been Saint over there." The bearded individual pointed to the kid that gave small children bagged chocolate cookies and other types of things that ruined their teeth in short span of time. "I see… I guess I'll need to talk with him." The headmaster made his way next to boy and waited for him pass the candy to the toddlers before speaking.

"So I hear you are a huntsman where did you study?" The boy looked at him sideways in some sort of mocking grin. "I'll cut to the chase, are you that Saint?" The child shrugged his shoulder and walked away climbing the ramp to the next floor. "He is a mystery isn't he…?" The man with the nice smile and beard showed behind. "Come headmaster have a drink with some of us." Ozpin sat next to him his son, a woman and man who sharpened a knife. "So his he who were looking for?" "I'm not sure." The man grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured a cup for the new guest. "You don't seem in a hurry to leave." The woman smirked the man with knife smiled, the lady spoke. "The first day was hard but then Saint came along he started clear the streets like no else could, yea a lot of us lost good people but he gave us hope right know it's the best thing we could ask for." The woman's red head was somewhat of eyesore it was a mess and probably hasn't been washed in days and it bored some but not the circle of people there. "So are we getting out, big man?" The man with the shaved head and blade in his hands asked. "I have air ship in the center of town with a pilot ready to leave it can hold about 24 people, how many survivors do you have?" The people around grew a look of worry and a certain melancholy swayed in the air. "About 500 people maybe more." Said the son he was the only one who face carried anger but he told the truth. "Do you have a working radio?" "Yea I'll show you." The woman with fire on her head led the man two floors above passing by other survivors and Saint who cleaned his face from the blood. They finally reached the final floor the entry to the roof was heavily fortified with metal and wooden planks covering it all up.

In the far left corner was a mountain of electronic materials he couldn't make out half of it but the woman handed him a microphone and sat at a wooden chair. "So what's the transmit code?" The headmaster starts to slowly spell a 16 digit number and the woman begins to input it into the many machines looking for a response. "Hello? Who is this?" James Ironwood spoke on the other side of the line. "Yes Ironwood, I need to collect a favor, I am in the middle of Grimm torn city and I need some help to get the survivors out." A door was heard from the other side of the room and there someone talked was hard to make out what they said when James picked up the radio again. "Ozpin I won't question what you were doing but I'll need to know how many people are down there." The ashen haired man smiled and would have a good laugh at his reaction. "About 500 people give or take." There was a muffled scuffle in the background and then a worried male voiced answered. "Okay were going, but make sure this story doesn't get out last thing we need is the press giving people false hope of a saint city or people." The connection cut a second later. The cane wielder was happy with the results and now to find more about the Saint.