Like any city, Vale runs on money. When it comes to a cesspool like Vale, the more money you have, the better. To that end, large corporations buy and sell the city in parts and sections, taking control away from any politician dumb enough to cross them and using the Mafia's influence to help place in their own people. To this end each of the three leading groups within Vale each have their own corporate influence on their sides.

The Schnee Corporation aids the Rose family, providing them with money and control. The company was started by one of the town's founders, a shrewd businessman who turned a simple mining operation into a booming city that no recession could touch. The first's greed lead to him allying himself with criminals for more power, more control; with their help the Rose family became the first Mafia to rise within Vale.

Following as a close second to the Schnee Corporation's might is Valkyrie Innovations, a small startup company that was created by a group of impressionable young people out of college. Within a decade the company became a leading researcher in weapons and technology. However, most of the original founders were killed in various accidents which many assumed to be caused by someone on the inside. It is now controlled by a single CEO and a board of directors. They supply the Juniper Collective with weapons and ammo, and in return the current CEO gets kicks and a nice position within the Collective.

And finally the Ash Corporation, an out of town Mega Corporation that controls so many different aspects that even most of those of high standing in the company couldn't begin to list them. The power they wield through their money is amazing, but even all of their money can't buy off those families living within Vale.

Criminals live by an invisible code of honor, and one part of the code is this. You can stab your best friend in the back, but you can't be paid to do it. This code is law, and to the Mafia its own laws are unbreakable.

For Weiss, it was the same dream night after night. The dream of her fist kill.

She was a little girl, no more than seven, pampered and doted on like a princess in a castle. Being the daughter of one of the most successful and reaching corporations in the entire city, she fit into the criteria more than most. Servants, toys, clothes: she had anything and everything that her little heart could desire. Except for one night, her father had sent all of their servants out and she had woken up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. When she had traveled down the halls she heard someone cry out in pain. The voice was small and Weiss was able to pick up whose it was instantly. Winter was crying somewhere, and she sounded afraid.

Weiss followed the voice down the halls, coming to a room that was cracked open only a bit and what she saw inside still stayed with her to this day. Her father and her sister were on the bed, without any clothing at all. Her sister was crying out as her father did something to her that at the time she didn't understand. The little girl gave out a cry and her father turned, anger in his eyes, shouting at her.

To this day she didn't know why instead of running away she walked into the room. But she did. Her father got up and yelled at her to leave, but Weiss simply stood there like a deer caught in a driver's headlights. Her father smacked her across the face, the first time he had ever laid a hand on her and demanded she leave.

And Weiss did, walking out with a bruised cheek and a collapsed world view. Her body led her to her father's normal room, and saw the gun lying atop the nightstand. Her father had taken Weiss and Winter shooting from time to time, so she knew how to use it. In her dazed state, she took the gun and checked to see it was loaded, flipping the safety off and walking back to the room like a zombie.

When she opened the door again her father turned, but before he could say a word there was a bullet hole created between his eyes, and a smoking gun in the small girl's hand. Her father died instantly, and she remembered her sister screaming.

The young Weiss laughed loudly as she watched blood pour from her father's head, seeping brain matter mixed with the crimson liquid upon the bed sheets. Tears ran down her face, but didn't decrease her mad laugh.

That was the night Weiss had first killed. The night Weiss became an orphan. And it was the night she took her first step down a dark road.

Weiss woke up covered with sweat and breathing hard, the same way she always woke up from these sorts of dreams. "Damn," she whispered to herself, blindly patting down her nightstand until she found her cigar case, opening it and pulling out one of the high quality imported cigars and lighting it, taking a deep breath of the fumes. She had started cigars about a year ago, and it had only been a matter of time before it had become a habit for her. She didn't bother to finish the cigar; after a few puffs from it she was more than ready to begin the day, putting it out in a waiting ashtray made of pure platinum. With a deep yawn she pushed the remaining blankets off of her, stretching her body a bit and walking toward her personal bathroom.

Inside of the bathroom was every bit of finery that could be imagined: a multifaceted shower, an advanced toilet that could analyze her diet and suggest changes just by scanning her stool, and a number of hidden speakers to play whatever music she felt like listening to while she bathed. Today she decided on classical, listening to the gentle music as she shed off her night clothes and stepped into the shower, allowing the pressure of the water to remove the aftereffects of the dream. After about twenty minutes of cleaning she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself, walking back into her room with a sigh of contentment.

Waiting in her room was a blue haired man in a rather nice looking suit, the kind that would normally be reserved for weddings or some other special event. It was mandatory dress ware for her top bodyguards. "You decided to sleep in." the man said, not bothering to look up from the book he was reading to steal a glance at her body.

"Is that a sin now?" she asked, tossing the towel off and grabbing a nearby dress she had put up to wear today.

"If it is, you can add it to the list of other sins we commit and give the devil more reason to burn us in hell," the man smirked and closed the book. "Were you smoking in here?"

"Yes. Make sure to have a maid come in and remove the smell once we are gone," Weiss finished putting on her dress and turned her head. "Zip up the back, if you would."

The blue haired man stood up and went to work pulling up the zipper. "Right. So this meeting today, are we going in as the Mafia or business?"

"Company business. My fellow board members might not have a great amount of control over my decisions, but even I can't talk them away from a mysterious meeting with the Ash Corporation." She sighed and walked to a mirror, examining her dress with a smirk. It was white, a theme she quite enjoyed. The only thing she would enjoy more was staining it with the blood of the man she was going to be forced to meet today, but even someone like her couldn't have everything.

The man let out a deep sigh. "Man, I hope that freaky girl isn't there… I'm pretty sure she is the only woman in the world looking at me and thinking about wearing me as a skin suit and not about having me in bed."

Weiss allowed herself a smirk at that. "Are you implying that I think of bedding you every time I look at you, Mr. Vasilias?"

The man coughed into his hand. "No, nothing like that; and please, it's Neptune. Calling me something like 'Mr. Vasilias' makes me feel like an old man."

"Well, Mr. Vasilias, you will just have to become accustomed to it I suppose," Weiss walked toward the door and Neptune quickly opened it for her.

Standing outside of the room was another man in an equally dapper suit, however the man's tie was in disarray and he wore a pair of sunglasses and was munching on a banana. "Hiya boss." The man gave a wave to the pair.

"Good morning Mr. Wukong, I see you are taking your duties as serious as ever." Weiss continued walking and the two men fell in line behind her.

"Well if I went and started being all serious now you would expect it from me all the time, and then it would just be impossible to slack off." The blonde haired man grinned and nudged Neptune. "You already got a stiff right here; need to balance out your team with a funny guy."

Neptune rolled his eyes. "You know the funny one always dies first in the movies Sun, maybe you should consider pulling it back before you become a statistic."

The two continued to bicker until they reached a waiting car outside of the house, a large black car with diplomatic plates Weiss had gotten from blackmailing a few dignitaries here and there. Neptune opened the door for her and Sun circled around. Weiss slid into the middle and both of the men sat on either side of her, ensuring that no one would have a clear shot at her from the sides.

The driver started the car and drove in silence; they knew their job and also knew they were expendable.

"So Neptune I was checking out stocks yesterday, and I think I finally found my retirement plan." Sun grinned and rubbed his hands together.

"Is this like the thing with the horses?" Neptune asked with a shudder. "Because if it's like the thing with the horses I am going to have to ask that you don't explain it to me and just stop."

Sun let out a grunt of annoyance. "Hey, if I knew that the stuff was flammable I wouldn't have bothered having it installed in the barn, fuck me man can't you ever let anything go?"

"When it comes to me losing about twenty large on a joint venture because you didn't bother paying for professional contractors and just hired a bunch of illegals to do the job for you, then yes." Neptune glared at his partner.

Sun raised his hands, trying to deflect the fight before it came. "Okay, whatever, I fucked up, I admit it. But this plan is foolproof!"

"Fine, go on." Neptune looked out the window as they drove, but still readied himself for whatever his friend was going to say.

Sun grinned wide and rubbed his hands together with a snicker. "Okay, so there is this pretty small business that just opened up stocks, they're going to be designing this new pink coloring dye for food that is like the brightest pink in the world, and they have the patent for the mixture. I figure, if I buy up stocks now I can ride them until the next thing comes along and dump them before the prices fall."

"That actually isn't a half bad plan." Weiss commented, having been too busy doing something with her smartphone to have joined in earlier.

Sun smirked and crossed his arms. "See? Even the boss agrees with me!"

"I agree because I already bought stock in the company, or at least an alias did. I plan to buy out the company from within and get their patent. I have uses both in the company and out on the streets for it. A few of our people in R&D believe the process to creating the coloring could enhance our current output of more designer drugs, which can only raise our profits at this point." Weiss smirked. "I would have to ask you to stay out of this, Mr. Wukong."

Sun visibly deflated and sighed. "So close."

The car finally stopped at the entrance to an underground parking lot for a massive skyscraper with the Ash Corporations name high above the streets for all to see. Their car was driven through a large x-ray machine to determine if there were any weapons within, but it was found clear and they were allowed to park at the spot that had been left open to them.

The three passengers got out and the driver pulled out a music player and put earbuds in, content to just stay in the car and relax.

The three were led by two armed guards to a security checkpoint before they could walk in. "We are going to need any weapons you might have on you." A large man wearing a security badge on his shirt said.

Sun sighed and reached into the holster on his belt, placing his gun down on the table. Neptune did the same with two guns and a flash bang grenade.

Weiss looked at the man with a dull stare. "I have no such weapons on me, that's why I pay to have bodyguards."

"We are still gonna need to wand you Ms. Schnee, policy." Two other guards came toward them with metal detector wands and slowly began to scan over the two males.

When they turned toward Weiss she smirked at them. "You best be careful, who knows what accidently touching me might cause." The words were conversational but laced with enough suggestion that the guards did the job quickly and got away from her.

After that they were escorted to an elevator and taken to one of the uppermost floors, lead down a blank hallways and lead into a large meeting room. Sitting on the other end of a large desk was a man with bright orange hair and wearing a suit that looked much more natural on him then the suits of Weiss's bodyguards. Atop his head was a bowler hat, positioned in such a way that it covered his eyes. Standing behind him where two large men with guns in their holsters, but with zero attempt to hide them. "So you finally arrived, a pleasure to meet you Weiss Schnee," the man smiled wolfishly and looked up at her, as if trying to appraise her.

"I wish I could return the compliment, but I could live a long and happy life without ever meeting you Mr. Torchwick." Weiss looked at Neptune and he nodded, pulling out her chair so she could sit comfortably.

"Please, call me Roman," the man leaned back in the chair and laced his fingers together. "No need for formality between friends."

"Enough of the pleasantries," Weiss looked at the man dully, not a single emotion on her face. "I am here as CEO of the Schnee Corporation. Make your pitch Mr. Torchwick, my time is more valuable than the lives of you and everyone else in this building," Weiss took out her phone and began to tap something into it. "I will apologize for having my phone out during our talks through, focusing on one thing is how a strong company collapses."

"I suppose I can respect that, so since you want to save time I will cut to the chase," Roman leaned forward and looked at her, all of the jokiness falling out of his voice. "The Ash Corporation wants to buy your company from you."

Weiss paused and looked at Roman, blinking for a moment but staying silent.

"Now I know you are thinking, 'I have more money than I could ever use in a thousand lifetimes'. And, well, that might be true, but we are willing to go out of our way to make this sale happen." Roman snapped his fingers and one of the guards picked up a briefcase, putting it on the table and opening it so Weiss could see inside. "Those are a few islands my boss is willing to sell you, along with a few untraceable bank accounts loaded with enough money to make a banker blush, and a number of cards that will get you basically anywhere you want," Roman's grin never left for a moment. "All you have to do is sell to us and step down as CEO. That's all."

For a full minute there was silence, and then Weiss began to laugh under her breath, slowly building to a mocking crescendo before she finally managed to calm herself down. "You people are pathetic." She finally stated.

"You shouldn't discount our offer so quickly, little girl," Roman's smile dipped and his eyes burned with hatred. "Things in this city are going to be changing, and the Ash Corporation is giving you an out right now."

Weiss held up two fingers. "Two things about your little opportunity. The first being that if I were connected to any criminal trades then betraying them would end with me dying in a shallow grave, and no amount of money follows you into the afterlife."

"And your second point?" Roman asked calmly.

Weiss looked deep into the man's eyes and frowned. "I would rather slit my own wrists then work with the Ash Company. There is criminal and there is evil, and one doesn't make good business by finding themselves next to monsters."

Roman smirked at that and shook his head. "Suppose I say that I won't let you walk out of here without a yes?" the two men to his side began to reach for their weapons.

That was a mistake.

Sun reached behind him and pulled out a pair of wooden nunchucks, belting out a battle cry and leaping over the table to deliver a painful blow to the left guard's neck and knock him out. The second guard simply blinked in confusion. Whether the confusion of the nunchucks or the fact his partner had just gotten taken down was debatable.

"The ancient art of the nunchaku might be lost on people these days, but those who master this weapon are deadlier than anyone else in the world." Sun wiped his nose and began to bounce back and forth on the balls of his feet, pulling off a number of complicated maneuvers with the nunchucks before taking a pose. "Want to try your luck?"

Roman looked at the man and raised an eyebrow, before turning to Weiss. "You know I have always meant to ask where you people find these guys."

"It is a mystery even to me," Weiss rolled her eyes and looked to Roman. "So do you still intend to stop us from leaving?"

The man shrugged and pulled out a cigarette. Any pretense of a civil conversation had already flown out the door, so he didn't mind lighting up. "Even if you killed me you wouldn't make it out of this building alive."

"That is true," Weiss admitted before bringing up her phone, which showed a constantly ticking timer with five minutes on it. "But if I died, then your entire building will be destroyed by the explosives in the trunk of my car."

Roman's eyes went wide. "You're bluffing; the X-ray would have picked up any explosives in your car."

Weiss tapped the screen and crossed her legs. "Call your people to confirm."

Roman pulled out his phone and made a quick call. "Check the Schnee's car; I need you to confirm…" his face went pale. "Don't attempt to touch it, just… Fuck, stay back." He ended the call and glared at her.

"Military grade cloaking materials in the trunk, designed to fool even the most advanced scans," Weiss stood up and waved for her two bodyguards to follow. "Good day Mr. Torchwick."

Roman grunted and shook his head. "You have set yourself up for a world of hurt little girl, there is a storm coming and your ass is right in the path."

"I suppose I will have to find a way to weather it." The three exited the room, going back to their car without any trouble.

Neptune looked to Sun and raised an eyebrow. "Nunchucks?"

"Hey, I don't exactly have a lot of nonmetal weapons, I improvised." Sun shrugged.

Weiss allowed herself a brief smile. "Driver, take us home. I do believe a meeting should be called."

If there was indeed a storm calling then Weiss would make sure that the storm would be aimed at the Ash Corporation. Nothing was going to stand in her way, and in that essence the way of the Rose Family.

Big thanks to SanguisAnima for doing awesome work with Beta reading this chapter

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