"Room #3 eh? Should be on the right, based on how these rooms are numbered." Yang thought to herself.

Blake was a necessary part in her plan to overthrow Jaune Capone, the most successful bootlegger in all of Vale. Legends were told of him, as if he were some God. They could never convict him, as he hid his tracks so successfully thanks to his accomplices. Yang knocked on the door urgently, her patience already growing thin.

"One second please!" A voice from the other side called, and shuffling could be heard as the owner approached the door. "What seems to be th-" Blake was stopped mid-sentence by a tackle, sending her sprawling on the floor behind her.

"Blake Belladonna, famous accomplice of the great Jaune Capone. Or should I say, ex-accomplice." Yang laughed, shutting the door and locking it behind her. "You're going to help make me rich."

Yang turned around and was frozen at the sight of the girl. Blake was pushing herself against the bed, scars and bruises all over her body. Despite this, she still looked beautiful. She had never seen a picture of this woman before, let alone seen her in person.

"And how do you propose I can help with that, exactly?" Blake whimpered, holding the bandage on her left arm tenderly.

"Gimme a second. First, what the hell happened to you?" Yang spat out, pointing to the scars on her face.

"Those brutes down in the bar, they keep me here for whenever they please a visit, to say. I can't do anything because they have the whole speakeasy on a short leash." Blake answered, rubbing her left arm slowly, making sure it was still fine.

"I'll be back, stay here." Yang spat out, unlocking the door, which immediately slammed into her face.

"Yang!" Blake cried out, reaching her right arm towards the falling body, as her left arm lay limp beside her.

"Well well well, what do we have here fellas? A two-for-one special?" The man laughed, the voice familiar to Yang's ears.

"You brute! You're the one who's hurting my future accomplice!" Yang yelled, reaching into her pocket for her brass knuckles, clenching them around her fist, making them buzz with electricity.

"There, there missy. Just sit down and wait your turn and then-" The man began, before volts of electricity ran through his body, causing him to spasm on the floor.

"Thank Tesla for these, eh Blake?" Yang said, cracking her knuckles. "I'm getting you out of here one way or another."

The fight took seconds, each goon lining up to take another charge of electricity straight to their chest. Yang discharged the brass weapons against the wall, creating two burned lines in the wall. She stored away her weapons and held her arm out towards Blake.

"Shall we go?" Yang asked, her smile restoring hope in Blake's own smile, her Faunus ears removing themselves from their flattened position.