Ruby let out yet another scream of pain that night accompanied by a wince as the white material of the swab went across her wounded arm, the blood starting to soak the cleaning tool as it sucked up her stains. The swab was pulled away from the raven haired boy that noticed it was now to bloody to be effective, dropping the used swab in the bin beside him the boy reached into a green box to retrieve a new one.

"How much longer until this stops!?" Ruby moaned as she attempted to move again, the boy's hand appearing in an instant to push her down with a stern gaze gracing his features.

"Stop squirming or this will take longer" He kept his hand firmly in place against her struggling, giving her the feeling that she was fighting against steel "I had to hold down Nora at the dentists, I can do this all day"

Ruby ceased her squirming and laid still on the table with a pout "Smart ass…" She felt the swab move up her arm again, before heading directly to her neck where a nasty dark bruise had developed. "It hurts…"

"You got shot in the shoulder and almost strangle to death, did you really expect anything different?" He got no response aside from another pout and a slight hiss as he pressed the soaked swab against her bruise. "You're lucky to be alive"

"Not luck. Skill!" Ruby pointed out with a prideful grin, though it immediately withdrew as she recalled she hadn't completely succeeded. "And my speed helps to…"

"You're going to need more than your powers to survive out there, especially when your only other defence is an old scythe that's barley holding itself together" The boy, Renn, looked over to the scythe in the corner of the room, it leaned against the wall in a very fragile state.

"Hey, don't insult moonshine! He's my baby!" Renn had noticed in his few years of knowing Ruby and her insane roommate that she had more attachment to weapons more than Nora was attached to pancakes. "He works perfectly well, thank you very much! He sure scared those gangsters, didn't you, my sweet?"

Ren simply gripped the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, a sigh emitting from his lips as he watched the supposedly grown up woman take hold of the scythe and coddle it like a child. "Look, I'm done here…and have really seen enough" Ren put away his various tools back in the green container. "Just get some rest and you should be well enough in a day or two"

"Then after that, I'm back on the prowl! And when I see that animal obsessed...uh...man I'm gonna kick him into the dirt! ...As soon as I get past his powers anyway...BUT I'LL GET HIM!"

Ren's brow rose slightly at her words, holding back a small smile at her determination. "Powers?"

"Yeah, every time I hit him, it felt like there was something blocking the attack and on the few times I managed to harm him...I dunno, it felt like I was doing less damage than I should of..."

"Very...Peculiar..."

He began to walk away towards the apartment door with his medical supplies in hand, hearing the slight clink as Ruby put 'Moonshine' back down. "Thank you, Ren. I feel much better now" He craned his neck slightly to see her bright smile as she thanked him, the smile itself infectsous as soon he too held a smile.

"Your welcome, Ruby. Now, rest!"

"Yes, sir!" With a mock salute Ren pushed through the sickly green door and disappeared for the night.


Jaune woke up with one hell of a back ache the next day though it wasn't an unexpected effect, the bed was not exactly a luxury hotel bed. It was lumpy, the covers were torn, the mattress smelt of mouldy apple and he could swear the springs inside the mattress were completely broken. The loud roar of a squeak from the bed that accompanied his own groggy yawn did nothing to disprove his thoughts.

He took a moment to recall the night before, happy for once that he woke up without a mental hammer attempting to crack through his skull. Ah, yes. Last night, a complete and total failure… At least for once it wasn't my fault. Acting as Junior's getaway driver was a quiet and brief job, much less painful then moving boxes of seemingly weighted illegal goods, there wasn't much words exchanged between the two while Jaune drove except for Junior to give a direction.

Junior had simply dragged Jaune into what he had learned was the man's club "Junior's" (No one ever said Junior was modest) and told Jaune to just use an old storage closet to wait in until Junior had further orders. Jaune was guessing by now that the well-suited man had completely forgotten about him.

With another yawn escaping his mouth Jaune patted his clothing and headed for the small door, careful not to trip over an abandoned broom at his feet, eventually reaching the door and pushing his way through. The door opened into a large circular room that looked akin to some sort of inside courtyard, almost every aspect of the room was brightly white, nearly blinding the unsuspecting Jaune.

Past the large glittering grid dance floor and around the towering pillars of what Jaune assumed was marble stood a large bar, Junior sits on one of the stools with two of his men beside him as he grumpily downs his glass of alcohol.

"This tastes like shit, where's the bartender!? I shouldn't have to mix my own alcohol!" He slammed the glass down on the bar with a glare sent at the two beside him, one of which shrugged while the other answered.

"Don't you remember, Boss? Tony had an accident last week…"

Junior blinked, not hearing about Tony's situation. "Huh? What happened to Tony!?"

"You know he was an addict…" The crook replied with his head down, Junior now scratching his chin. Shit, my bartender was hyped up on drugs? "...A cookie addict…"

"Huh!?"

The other crook took off his hand and placed it over his chest as he began to tear up, his friend copying him. "He was in his prime, a good guy. But once he had one spec of those damn chocolate chips…He couldn't stop. And when he couldn't get his hands on them? He resorted to desperate means. Broke into the Old Bria Broad's house, she caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. He never saw that pineapple coming…"

"He was killed…by a pineapple?"

"No! The pineapple head trauma coupled with his unhealthy habit pushed him into a cookie coma, may Omn guide him through this!" The currently silent crook found himself bursting into tears and was pulled into a hug by the other.

These are the times I wonder why I ever hired these guys… "So, what you're saying is, I have no bartender?" His only response was more gasps as one cried into another's shoulder, muttering 'We promised we would be strong', turning away from the humiliating scene Junior found Jaune approaching them. "Hey, Vomit Boy! You know anything about alcohol?"

"My name's Jaune… But I kind of do…I used to mix drinks for my mother when she couldn't' afford to go to a bar, picked up a few skills in that time and a small taste for the stuff…" Jaune explained nervously to his boss, not sure why the man was asking.

"Good, make me a drink. I don't pay you to…" Junior blinked every few seconds as he thought for a moment, pausing before asking "What do you do?" Jaune moved behind the bar, picking up various labelled bottles and pouring them into a small two-piece metal container.

"Uh, I move stuff?" He began to shake the container with the liquids inside sloshing together "You never really gave me a specific role, sir. You just yell at me to do stuff" After a few more shakes Jaune pulled out a glass from under the bar, placing it on the top as he opened up the container, pouring the mixture into the cup while his other hand reached for ice cubes.

"Right…" Junior instantly reaches forward to snatch the glass away before raising it to his lips and downing it's contents. "Hmmm. Not bad, Vomit Boy. For one who 'used to' mix em" He slid the glass back over to Jaune "Now, make me some more. I need some alcohol induced courage"

"What do you need courage for, Sir?" Jaune questioned as he gathered more bottles, his tone low in case he accidentally offended Junior.

"Because, I'm the one who has to tell the big Boss man why his illegal dealings haven't churned up any greens" The gangster almost yelled, slamming his fist on the table. "He ain't no slouch, ain't very patient either"

"You mean that Torchwick guy the hairy guy mentioned earlier?"

Junior chuckles slightly, looking the boy over with a raised brow "You don't know much about what goes on in this city, do you Vomit Boy?"

"It's ja-…No, I don't. Sir. I only moved here last month" The blond finished the next drink and slid it over to Junior. "Couldn't really get a job, employers didn't really think much of me…But you were offering cash...And I wasn't exactly in a position to refuse, so here I am"

"I didn't ask for your life story, kid" Junior took a few sips of the next drink, his eyes rolling at Jaune's words. "Now, focusing on what we were actually talking about. Torchwick is my boss, yeah. He's this town's new rising star in crime, now with most stars he was rather ambitious. Walked right up to other gang leaders in town and straight up took them down from the top to the bottom. The Krugar is what you could call the kingpin of this town, an old one at that, he was impressed with Torchwick's efforts at the time; even offered Torchwick a chance to join him"

"You know what Torchwick did? He walked straight up to the Krugar and laughed in his face, because Torchwick doesn't stand under nobody's shadow. And he doesn't take orders from old geezers" Junior chuckled again and fully downed the drink

The blond nodded along with Junior's explanation before shaking his head "Hang on. If Torchwick pissed off the Krugar, why would you be doing deals with him?"

"We weren't doing deals with HIM, well, at least we thought we weren't. Wolf put up an offer, Torchwick took the bait. We didn't know that Wolf had been hired by the Krugar. Then that stupid Red Riding Hood wannabe came in to make everything worse"

"Worse? Didn't she save your life?" Jaune pointed out almost instantly, his head tilted and the alcohol now back down on the bar. Junior's mouth turned downwards into a frown at Jaune, a spark of anger in the man's eyes that scared Jaune a bit.

"What…What did you say?" The tone was obviously a mix of anger and offense, Junior glaring daggers at Jaune as the boy attempted to stutter out an answer. But he didn't get the chance as Junior reached forward, throwing the top of his body over the bar to grab a firm hold of Jaune's throat. "Don't you ever mention that again!"

"Y-y-yes, sir! P-please let go!" The boy desperately pleaded through choking gasps, the gloved fingers around his throat making it hard to sound out words. It was only a few minutes later when Junior abided by the request, loosening his grip and dropping the boy to the floor.

"Now, get outta here. I'm tired of looking at your face"


"RUBY!" A loud and booming tone filled the apartment, packed full of energetic excitement that could probably power a city. Though it certainly did a good job of pulling Ruby roughly from her world of dreams and into a morning yawn… as she tumbled off of her bed due to her sudden rush from waking up.

The door to the room came flying open with a sound similar to a sudden car crash, feet stomping across the soft carpet as a loud sing-song voice giggled as it approached the fallen girl. "Ruby, stop kissing the floor, its dirty!" A small hand reached down and took Ruby by the back of her shirt, pulling the small form up to her feet.

You do not know the half of it, I really hope that was a chocolate that fell into my mouth… A month old, hair, eight-legged chocolate… Ruby yawned again as she was spun around to face the gleaming freckled face of her roommate, Nora Valkyrie, or as Ren liked to all her, 'The Sugar High that never ended'. "The bed shoved me off, apparently I was sleeping in" She joked with her own cheerful smile.

"I'll add that to the list of inanimate objects that hate you!" Nora pulled out a notepad from her breast pocket on her green top, flipping through to find a free page (A lot of drawings of what Ruby thought were bathing on top of a pancakes), quickly finding the three page long list The Water Fountain, those stupidly big school toilets, Washing machines…The list goes on, the war on crime may be on the rise, but the War of the Rose and the Inanimate Objects is still in full swing!

"That list grows longer by the day…" Ruby stretched out her arms lazily as she let out a groan, her eyes blinking rapidly in their attempt to re-adjust to the room's brightness. "You made breakfast yet?"

"Nope! I couldn't because I was out with Ren last night after he was with you and we were like, together, but not together together so we stayed up all night at this cute little café that just served THE BEST pancakes and he told me that you got hit when trying out your super hero thing and I was shocked but you were okay an-" The mind of little Ruby felt like it was about to shut down completely due to the shear speed of Nora's voice, making most of her words barley understandable and speaking so fast that even Ruby felt herself run out of breath from just listening.

"Nora!" Her words did not penetrate the fortress that was the ginger's sheer volume and speed, the 'enthralling' story of Nora was too fast for Ruby to even understand now, only getting small words here and there. What did she do with Ren's pole? Where did he get a pole!? "NORA!"

"-then I wonder if I should bring you something home so I did here it is!- Huh?" Nora blinked innocently after throwing a small packet of cookies towards Ruby (Who fought to remain calm in the presence of such good food…).

"I'll make breakfast then" Ruby made sure her words wouldn't be interpreted as something for another fast paced story, walking past Nora and approaching the small kitchen on the other side of the apartment.

"Are you sure?" Nora's voice was slightly uneasy as she followed Ruby through the apartment, the girl in question spinning around with her hands on her hips, a frown on her face.

"Why?"

"You're not a good cook" The ginger haired woman stated bluntly.

The raven haired woman first scoffed at the notion, crossing her arms as she put on the most offensive expression she could muster. "I'll have you know, I'm a marvellous cook! My mum-I mean, Mother always had me as her kitchen assistant. Especially when a bowl of chocolate needed to be cleaned!"

"You blew up the kitchen last time!"

"The oven malfunctioned!"

"I'm pretty sure you kicked it"

"I thought it was… Okay, I get it… You're in denial" Ruby pointed an accusing finger at the woman opposite her, who simply shook her head. I am an awesome cook… I know it!

"If that's what you want to believe, Ruby" Nora giggled as she reached forward to pat Ruby on the head, receiving angry grumbles though no protests from the girl. "I'll make breakfast…We're having PANCAKES" If there was one thing Nora loved more than life itself, it was pancakes. Ruby never got the favouritism towards the product, it was just some buttery goodness (Though she would never mention this to Nora), but Nora always looked at it as if she saw the Holy Omn in place of the pancakes and at the same time wanted to eat him.

Ruby let a sigh escape her lips "Fine. But you have to make extra so I can get some BEFORE you eat all of it like the last time" Entering the kitchen she saw Nora passively wave off the comment, skipping into the kitchen along with Ruby.

"While I'm cooking, could you do your bestie a solid? I'm outta dust" Nora paused to make sure Ruby was listening, rummaging through a draw to pull out her small purse. "Can you go down to 'Dust till Dawn' and get me some? Pwease?"

I do feel the need to walk, can't stay here drooling over pancakes with Nora all day. Especially after last night, I need to be active! "Sure, I'll get you some dust" Ruby first made sure to enter the shower and get out of her 'Just-woke-up-looking-like-a-goblin' phase of her morning, when leaving the bathroom she made her way over to the front door, the various loud annoyances of their neighbouring apartment's daily routines more audible the closer she got.

"Tell the Old Man and Flynt that I said Spaghetti!"


Weiss Schnee sat straight and neatly in her large white chair at the end of the room spanning table, various men and woman in uniforms sitting on the table's sides, though some in the guise of a hologram, with all eyes on her. Her gaze spanning all of them was one of focus and filled with ice, her voice spouting subtle venom. "You still have yet to invest, Mr Dagrin"

One of the holograms returned her Stony gaze with a small clearing of his throat "I'm afraid that investment will be quite impossible" Weiss raised a brow with a bored and knowing 'oh?' "You see, I make it a rule of mine to only gamble when the odds are in your favour. But I do not see the good odds in investing my money in a company I simply do not trust"

"Do not trust? Unless I'm mistaken, Mr Dagrin, up until a month ago you were more than ecstatic to invest in Schnee Corp" Eye darted between the two from the other members in the room, Weiss's statement causing an unreadable expression from Dagrin, Weiss still seeming ice cold. "It was the best investment you'd ever made, words from your own mouth"

"That was before the rumours began to circulate, before your intentions began to surface" Weiss's stare seemed to flash with a moment of anger, her fingers intertwining to press into her hands. "I don't know about anyone else here, but I'm not comfortable placing money in the hands of a common criminal. Your father has one to many claims against him of his suspicious activity, to many to be ignored"

"Rumours, no matter how frequent, are still rumours when there is little to no evidence to back up such outlandish claims"

"Claims that you're father, who I'd like to mention has failed to publicly appear in the company, has failed to even confront" Dargin fixed Weiss with a confident stare, the room feeling as if a storm had passed over it. "He either cannot muster the courage or need to dash these rumours or he's hiding from the exposed truth, either way makes me doubt my investment"

"My father has higher priorities then to face baseless rumours about his business. He is busy pouring his heart and soul towards the goal he's been approaching for twenty years, saving this city" The snow haired heiress made her way towards the large stretch of glass that provided her with sprawling view of the city, the height of the tower that she currently resided in allowed her an almost full view.

"Need I remind you of what this city used to be? A swamp for chaos, anarchy and crime. The streets ran with the cold blood of injustice, it was no were near liveable. But because of my father's efforts, this city has only prospered. The crime rate has decreased dramatically, employment rates are up, our military grows stronger by the day" Swiftly she spun on her heel to face the table again. "With or without your funding, we will reach our goal. This city will be the paradise it deserves to be. You have a chance to make that process faster and more efficient. Do you really wish to shy away from such a grand opportunity because of rumours?"

Weiss's speech pushed Dargin to silence for the moment, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the room, as if reaching for any type of support on his side. Before long the man sighed in defeat, hanging his head to stare down at the floor. "Perhaps I was rash with my accusations… After further consideration, I would be…thrilled to further fund your contribution to the city"

Hm, Winter was right. Throwing in dramatic wording and metaphors is much more effective than simply yelling… She gave the man a pleased smile as she nodded, placing herself back in her seat. "Good, we hope that your loyalty doesn't come into doubt ever again"


Jaune groaned to himself as he spotted his destination, a rather small and barely noticeable building that was pushed to the back of the heavily populated street. The outside walls were visibly old, a few cracks by the bottom with a noticeable dim tinge to the colour. Over the small front door was a sign reading "Dust 'till Dawn", a sign that looked as if it was barley holding on to the wall.

What are you doing with your life, Jaune? His inner voice questioned as he approached the shop, pushing through the crowd with his head down. You came to this city to get a better life, to make mom and dad proud. What are they going to think when they find out you're a common criminal now? He started to pick up the pace of his pushing, as if attempting to run away from the voice. He knew what is spoke was true, he constantly said it to himself, but he wouldn't let it get in his way. Junior wanted him to drop off a message to the small shop, he didn't know the contents of the message, but at the same time he didn't want to know. The less he knew, the less guilty he'd feel. At least that's what he continued to tell himself all the way to the door.

"Excuse me?" A voice broke through his thoughts, well for him it was more like a desperate squeak he almost couldn't understand, but either way it made him jump slightly. His body froze up on the spot, not daring to look towards the person behind him. "You've been staring at the door for a few minutes now… I was wondering if I could come through…"

"H-huh?" Behind him stood a girl that was only tall enough to reach his chest, making him at first entirely miss her when turning around, her silver eyes staring up at him nervously.

"You're…You're kind of blocking the way…" She raises her hands, indicating towards the door and then to the rather narrow way to it.

"Oh, sorry!" He immediately backed away with a nervous laugh, his back pushing the door open and allowing him to move away from inconveniencing the small girl. The girl in return simply nodded awkwardly, clearly confused on what she was supposed to do other then mutter 'thanks' before taking off into the shop. This left Jaune to gaze at her as he attempted to regain his composure, though the thought of how to not embarrass himself faded away the more he watched the small girl make her way to the counter, past a few display glasses. When she rang the front bell and called out for service, Jaune couldn't help but notice that her voice was rather…familiar. Have I met her before?

Ruby's calls for service were almost immediately answered as the door behind the counter was immediately pushed open, a tall dark skinned figure made his way into view, his arms filled with small wooden boxes leaning against his dirtied blue apron. His face had a wide smile etched into it upon spotting Ruby behind the counter, placing the boxes down on the counter the man greeted the small girl. "Hey, Little Red! How's it been hanging?"

"Yo, it's been...snooze-vile up in...da house? Uh, what's up with you, my...Brotha?" The man shook his head at the girl's attempt at speaking slang, well slang in it's loosest possible definition.

Getting over her terrible attempt at...speaking, he replied. "It's been cool, though Gramps hasn't become any quieter since your last visit. But I'm pretty sure you didn't come here just to hear me complain about my old man"

She nodded with another nervous laugh. "Nora needs some more dust"

Flynt Coal and Ruby weren't exactly close friends, but after becoming a regular customer to the small store that the man ran along with his grampa she and Nora had managed to have fun befriending the man, though Ruby had developed the rather annoying tendency to attempt slang due to hearing a few curious words from Flynt. "What did she waste it all on this time?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with making pancakes" Flynt moved over to the side of the shop where an 'army' of silver tinted tubes descended from the ceiling, glass cases beside them were filled with varying colours of dust, a hose-like attachment at the bottom of the tubes.

He took a circular container from the counter and approached the tubes, moving to the violet dust case, taking a hold of one of the tubes and pulling down on a small lever that stuck out of each case, sticking the hose-end into the container. "If you ask me, she's probably sniffing the stuff like it's the new crack"

"Don't even joke about that! Nora is hyper enough without any thoughts of drugs..." Ruby exclaimed as Flynt watched the container fill up with violet dust, before returning to the counter after letting go of the lever. "Has the store been getting many customers lately?"

Flynt placed the container on the counter, Ruby handing over some lien as payment as she watched him let out a small sigh. "We're...pulling through. Times have been tough with Schnee Co taking away business. Gramps acts like everything's alright, but I'm starting to- Nah...Nah, forget it. We're fine, I'm not gonna bother you with the details"

Ruby wanted to assure him that it was fine to continue, but the look on his face told her that it was most likely not her place to pry. Flynt's gaze went past her now, looking just off to the side behind her, what ever he saw caused his eyebrow to raise as he leaned forward to whisper to Ruby "I think the blonde dude is checking you out"

She gave Flynt a few brief blinks before registering his words, subtly craning her neck to get a good look behind her where she spotted the boy from before staring at her uneasily, his eyes going up and down. Turning her head back toward Flynt with her cheeks now stained crimson. "Really!? That's good, right? Arg, I'm not good at reading people. Is he looking like he's friendly or that he's gonna mug me!?"

Flynt face palmed for a moment, shaking his head "That's not what I meant..."

"Still, muggers could be anywhere!"

"Trust me, he doesn't seem like the type to be hanging around in dark alleys" Flynt went back to standing straight as he waved to the boy "Hey, kid. You buying something or are you just here drool over my friend?"

The boy almost leapt into the ceiling when Flynt spoke, a short gasp/scream jumping from his mouth as his arms shot into the air. "I-Wh-no-I-nothing. I mean..Uh..No, I wasn't... I was...uh...you guys were talking...And I was thinking...And uh..." The boy seemed to fall into a complete and utter mess, Ruby already fixing Flynt with a small and 'judging' stare.

The stare always made Flynt uncomfortable, so he was quick to back away from the girl and approach the boy. "Whoa, dude. I was joking around, just a bit of banter. Nothing to freak out about"

"Uh..." Jaune took a minuet to calm himself down, breathing deeply as he thought to how he was such a nervous wreck. "D-do you know anyone here called.. Flynt Coal?"

"That's me" The reply was instant and gave Jaune some relief that he hadn't stumbled into the wrong place, with confirmation of the person he was looking for Jaune simply held up the small package out towards Flynt. The only writing on the package was the stamp on the back of it, just a large flame symbol, but upon spotting the symbol Flynt snatched the package from Jaune's hand. "Shit..." He turned to Ruby with his face now completely uncomfortable. "You can go now, Red" It wasn't a suggestion.

"Oh, of course. I'll see you around! It's been...uh...real?" Ruby smiled at Flynt and waved at him a little before making her way over to the front door, but unknown to Flynt and Jaune as son as they turned their gazes away from the door Ruby darted behind on of the display cases, crouching down and poking her head out the side of it.

Flynt grabbed a hold of Jaune's arm and pulled him over to the counter with a slight grunt, grasping the package in his hand. "Another one of Torchwick's messengers? Here to make me another 'offer'?"

"What? I don't know what you'r-"

"Like I said last time, no deal. I can get money on my own, legally" Flynt threw the package onto the counter, turning sharply to glare at the already nervous Jaune. "You tell Torchwick that...that those days are behind me!"

Torchwick!? Didn't my furry, animal one-liners spewing friend last night mention him? And what does Flynt mean by 'behind' him? "L-look, S-sir. I mean, man. I'm just delivering the package, I don't know what you're talking about" He held up his hands as if to shield him from Flynt

"Well, take this message back to Torchwick. No deal" Jaune nodded silently in response, backing away from the obviously angry man. Flynt turned back to the counter, slamming his hands into the counter top, leaning on it as he breathed deeply, once in a while letting out mutters of "I can do this...I can do this... I don't need Torchwick"

Jaune quickly scrambled back towards the door, completely missing Ruby's presence in his rush. So, this Torchwick guy wants Flynt to help him with something...What could he want? Flynt does play a mean saxophone, but I doubt this is a legal option. What ever Torchwick wants, the only lead I have on him is that boy... Well, Rubes. You promised you would take on crime. Better start living up to your promises!


A slow and smooth tune drift through the walls of the rather large room that threatened to cause a headache from the deep green walls that added to the dim lighting, large paintings adorned each side of the room, golden frames holding old paintings hanging in front of small statues like a large room of odd wonders in an art museum. At the end of the long grass green room stood a roaring fireplace along with two large crimson chairs, holding an appearance that told you just how rich the buyer must have been. Only one of the chairs were occupied.

The knock on the oak doors echoed on through the room, slightly disturbing the smooth jazz playing from the speaker before they were suddenly cut off when the ageing man already in the room raised his hand. "Enter."

Wolf pushed the large double doors apart with little effort, his arms straight by his side as he strode into the room, his eyes occasionally glancing around to observe the oddities that populated the room. In a small section of the room where a red carpet led towards, smaller paintings littered the wall, all of them seemingly some sort of self-portrait; all of them had some variation of Gold, Silver and bronze frames. In front of them was a sign labelled with the words 'Hall of Fame'.

One was of a rather squeamish looking man, his hair ruffled and sweaty, his tie undone with his coat hanging off his shoulder and a gun falling from his hand. The frame was bronze, below was a short and simple caption. Big Mouth Barry – Couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Another one was of a fat and very smug looking man in a full black suit, a bubble engulfing his head. Again, a caption. Albert the Squid – Returned to the sea

"Enjoying the display, Mr Wolf?" The voice that questioned him was a tone that gave off the obvious impression of the man's background and age as a very well off gentleman, still situated on the chair with his head in the shadow of the chair's top, only the few flickers of the flames illuminating his greying white hair for a split second.

"It's very informative" Wolf chuckled darkly as he examined more of the individual paintings, a man with short dark hair along with piercing silver eyes in a golden frame, his smile rather childish on his pale face and a hole in his chest. Then a brutish and well-muscled man with a confident snarl, a noose barely visible around his neck. Inside another golden frame was a rather beautiful woman, long flowing white hair with expensive make up and clothing covering her. The only blemish came in the form of some sort of brown slop on her shoulders, a shadow lingering over her.

"It's my legacy. The marks of achievement, of my struggle, of my… sacrifices. My whole journey up to the top of this now pitiful ladder. The gold framed ones are the marks that I take the most pride in, the ones that forever swirl in my mind"

"The trophies of your many hunts, I understand the joy of the hobby well" Wolf smile grew as he turned towards the seated man, standing still as he continued to talk. "But enough of our pleasures, we have our business to discuss. And I'm sure you don't want to waste any time, Mr Sc-"

The Krugar's voice cut through Wolf's sentence like a knife, interrupting him. "In business hours, I am Krugar and you'd be well to remember that" The tone was simple, but the hidden threat wasn't missed.

"Of course, Krugar. My apologies"

"Now, to the business at hand. The deal went wrong"

"Torchwicks cubs still walk, unfortunately. We were caught by surprise" Wolf spoke carefully, no matter how much h liked to roar even he knew that his words needed to be carefully selected, or they'd be his last.

"Surprise? Junior is overconfident and Torchwick couldn't of suspected foul play….They shouldn't of been prepared"

"They weren't. The deal was interrupted"

"The police?"

"No, a girl…A very strange one at that" Kurgar turned around in his seat, his hands together to form a small triangle as his eyes glared at Wolf inquisitively.

"Tell me. Everything"

So, Jaune's certainly not going to receive the 'Employee of the Month' award and Ruby has still yet to think of a name for her second life. Do you guys have any idea of what her super hero name should be?