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Blake sat on the ground, glaring at one of the engines of their ship that had been damaged after a failed mission. It had seemed simply enough, take a bullhead and rob a supposedly unarmed ship that was coming from Atlas.
Unarmed my ass, she thought as she watched the White Fang pilot fix the engine with a repair kit, her glare drilling into his back. That was armed with anti-air to the damn teeth…that was bullshit… she thought, turning her glare from the soldier's back to the forest. And who knows about the Grimm in this area? Damn…I wish we had more intel at least…
She heard rustling in some bushes and stood up, her hand sliding down to gambol shroud to see only a White Fang mask appear. "Oh…is that you Carlos?" she called out as the figure got closer. "Did you find anything in the for-" she stopped talking as two things became obvious. One, Carlos wasn't moving of his own will because two, someone was behind him, using him as a shield of sorts.
"You know," the person said, getting the pilot's attention along with the four others there. "I really don't care for you White Fang soldiers." He tossed the knocked out soldier in front of Blake and sighed, shaking his head as he held his shield in his right hand. "They're hiring kids even? Damn…that's low."
She looked him over and glared. "Iron Shield Sparta…why are you here?" she asked with a glare.
"What? White Fang tells you my nickname but doesn't give you kiddies the latest in news? Damn…get your priorities straight people…" He sighed and shook his head before looking up to glare at them. "My home is here…so scram, you're on private property," he said, glaring at them before he noticed the ship. "Oh…that…you can't fly can you?"
"No we can't," she said, ready to fight. "But if you're the only one here, we can't let you leave to spread the news that we are here. You have to die," she said, rushing forward to swing only to find a metal shield in her face.
With a dull "thunk" sound she crashed into it then onto the ground, her head spinning as she little Beowolves running around her head. She heard the sounds of battle, gunshots and slashing of metal on metal, and the sound of metal breaking under pressure but her head was swimming too much to tell what was going on until everything was quiet.
Raising her head, she felt the cool touch of metal on her neck, right under her chin, tilting her head up to see Sparta's frowning face. As she looked around, she saw that the other White Fang soldiers had been knocked out and were laying about, groaning in pain.
Tilting her head up gently, he got her attention. "As I see it, you have some options. You could, A, leave the White Fang, which seems unlikely. You seem to have a lot of hate in your eyes." He let out a long sigh. "It's a shame kids like you have such more hate in your hearts."
She glared at him. "Shut up!" she growled. "What do you know about me?"
"Nothing." He shrugged. "Moving on. Option 2…wait I was doing letters. Erm… Option B is that you run away as fast as you can and build a raft while evading Grimm and myself and try to escape. Option C is that you become my prisoner along with your people and leave on the next bullhead over on your way to jail. Option D is…" he grinned slightly at this. "I look the other way and let you guys escape. I'll even fix your ship for you so long as you leave and never return."
She blinked in surprise at this last option as he withdrew his shield. "But…you said…you don't care for the White Fang."
"Yeah, but you're just a kid," he said, looking down at her as he walked over to the ship. "And I don't like abandoning kids, even if they're misguided."
"I'm 14! I hardly classify as a kid!" she argued, following him. "So you're really going to just fix it up for us and let us leave despite the fact we tried to kill you?"
"Well…in your defense I did throw one of your guys that was knocked out in front of you before coming here...his name was Carlos right?"
"Yeah."
"So yeah…not really your guy's fault…anyway…" he looked at the engine. "If you let me fix that though…then we can all be on our separate ways."
As he went to walk over to it, Blake slid in front of him and blocked him from going to it. "How do I know you aren't just going to sabotage it?"
"I told you," he said with a groan. "I don't like abandoning children…so just move out of the way," he said, planting a hand on her face to push her away.
Letting out a squeak of surprise she turned around with a full glare that dug into his back as he walked to the engine of the ship. "Asshole…"
"Shut up," he said in response. "I'm doing both of us a favor here. I'm not that bad when it comes to these kind of things, my dad ran a mechanic shop after all."
She blinked in surprise. "Really? But you're a well known hunter…known for causing many problems in the White Fang…you expect me to believe that you came from humble beginning and became such a fantastic fighter over time?"
He looked over and nodded. "Yah…that about sums it up really. Lots of training, lots of sparing, and plenty of juice."
"I thought it was milk that helped people grow big and strong," Blake said, walking over to a nearby stump to sit down.
"No it's juice. I promise you it's juice," he mumbled as he grabbed the repair kit the White Fang pilot had been using, looking through it before pulling out a screwdriver. "Well… let's see what we got here," he mumbled as he looked into the engine.
He began taking it apart, piece by piece and let out a soft whistle when he found the problem. "You guys have a damn good bit of luck."
"Why's that?" she asked, walking over to look over his shoulder. "Is it bad?"
"No, no, well yes but that's not why you're lucky." He reached it, unhooked something and tossed it out onto the ground. It was the dust fuel cell used to keep the engines running. "It got shot," he said, pointing to the bullet hole. "But it didn't blow up. Had it blown up, your emergency landing into my forest would have been very different."
Her eyes went wide with shock. "Can it still blow up?"
"Yes," he said before he walked over, picking it up and hurled it into the sky. Once it was up there, his shield split it two down the middle and he grabbed two handles on the inside. They shifted into pistols and with one shot from each, he made the canister explode in the air.
"Huh…hope nobody gets worried about that…" he mumbled as he turned back to the engine. "Might cause some problems."
"Who?" Blake asked, walking back to sit on a fallen log. "Is there anyone else on the island?"
"Well there's Grimm of course…and well…who knows?" he said, not elaborating. As long as she doesn't find out about the city, then we won't have any problems…probably… who knows at this point?
Back the observation tower, Michelle looked out and frowned at the explosion. Was that a flare? Is it an emergency? Is he calling for help? Her eyes went wide at the thought. What could make him call for help? Damn… She bit her bottom lip and bounced around, not sure what to do as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Ugghhh! Damn it all!" she screamed as she quickly went down the rope ladder and ran back to town, gathering everyone she could to launch a rescue mission.
Back at the ship, Sparta was humming softly as Blake read a book, having pulled it out of somewhere, only she knew. He leaned back and wiped his brow, the temperature in the jungle picking up as time wore on. "Do you have any water kid?" he asked Blake.
"Not a kid," she grumbled as she stood up, closing her book which she slid into the crook of her arm. She walked onto the ship, opened a cooler and pulled out two bottles. "Here."
"Thanks," he said, taking it with a grateful smile. "Kid," he teased, a grin on his face.
As Blake walked past him, she reached out and hit his head with her own bottle, making him chuckle in response as she sulked away. "Not a kid…"
Taking a large swig of water, he looked back at her. "Hey, wanna wake up your pilot? I'm nearly done here, so it shouldn't take much longer." He tossed a tool into the repair kit only to grab another. "Give me, like, 5 minutes and we can go our separate ways never to see each other again."
"Alright." Blake walked over to the pile of unconscious White Fang goons and began poking his nose, trying to wake him up while Sparta worked on the engine. Everything was nice and peaceful for a solid five minutes until a rocket came hurling out of the forest headed straight for the ship. Sparta had seen it before he heard it, and had began running for the girl and away from the ship.
"Get down!" he called out. Blake saw the rocket go flying past his back and covered herself, curling into a ball. Sparta swung around in the air and raised his shield to protect him from the blast. The rocket hit the ship, sending it into flames and Sparta flying through the air. His shield had protected him from the blast itself, but at the same time it had sent him flying back until he hit a rock, half of his aura getting drained at once.
Coughing for air, he stood up, his vision swimming. What…the hell? Is the kid alright? He thought right away, looking around to see she was alive. Good… He looked up at the forest. "Is it someone from the village?" he called out.
"Huh? Chief?" Ten or so Faunus walked out from the forest, blinking in surprise. "What were you doing here?" The person talking was a leopard Faunus, his ears twitching in confusion.
"That's my line!" he growled. "Why are you guys out here?"
"Well…we saw your flare and thought you needed help…or more she did," he said, pointing back to Michelle who was behind him, having lead the group to this area.
"Damn…" he growled, rubbing his face with one hand. "Anyway, since you're here I could use some help." He pointed to the White Fang soldiers. "Tie them up. We'll ship them back ASAP, and the girl…the kid's part of the White Fang." He saw looks of surprise and sighed. "I know right? Who knew they hire children nowadays…"
She withdrew Gambol Shroud and went to swing, but before she could do anything he was behind her in a flash, shield raised.
He's fast! She thought, using her semblance to dodge, only to still feel a shield on her head. She crumpled to the ground as Sparta looked at her with a sigh.
Damn…I was hoping just to get this over with, but I guess life isn't so simple is it? He turned to the others. "Tie them up," he ordered. "We'll take them back and give them two rooms, one for the little missy here and one for the soldiers. I'll stay and guard them unless something more urgent comes up, understood?"
The Faunus near him nodded and began grabbing vines to tie up the soldiers and the girl so that they could carry them back. Sparta had Michelle carry Blake, giving her a knowing nod. "Stay with her when she wakes up," he said into her ear softly as she walked by. "Call me when she is. Maybe I can convince her to leave."
She grinned at the idea. "You are a convincing talker when you want to be."
"Yeah, sure," he said, rolling his eyes only to feel a playful slap on his cheek.
He looked down in surprise at Michelle who was chuckling darkly. "That's what you get for seeing my underwear. Do it again and I'm gonna kill you," she warned.
Nodding and chuckling nervously as he saw her evil grin, he took a step back. "Understood ma'am."
"Good. Keep your scroll on if you want the call by the way," she said as she turned to go tie up Blake.
Sparta shouldered his shield and stared out at the forest, a frown creeping onto his normally smiling features. Why do I have a feeling like I pissed off someone big with their capture.
Elsewhere, in Vale, Adam felt a shiver run up his spine. Am I catching a cold? Or was it a feeling of dread? He asked himself before shrugging to return to a map of Vale, marking fresh targets.
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