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Chapter 1: Training completed(2/2) and Back In Action
"People will do the right thing because they can!"
-Unknown
Two months after meeting at the Book Shop
After that embarassing situation at Tukson Book Trade, I found myself more and more in contact with Blake.
Initially, like the first time, it had been quite awkward at best. The girl wanted to start a dialogue but the lack of some common ground made it quite difficult. My own lack of social skills didn't certainly help.
Then things started to pick up a positive spin when the dark-haired girl decided to use her own trump card, 'Ninjas of Love'.
When she started to talk about it, I could hear a distinct passion in her voice. I was impressed how much a novel of that kind could have such effects in the quite calm and composed girl.
She had focused in the pairings, her most favourite being the one of Takashi x Shinobu.
The female character was a shy, yet very determined kunoichi that grew infatuated by the main protagonist and had more than once enganged with him some 'interesting' scenes.
I could see how Blake could have appreciated the character, since her own personality classified her a 'Kuudere'.
Those discussions more than once added other minor topics. Blake had also presented her companion, Adam Taurus, her 'surrogate big brother'.
I caught the Bull Faunus grunting at how Blake considered him. I almost pitied the fellow dude, knowing much about friend-zone myself. Almost.
Considering all conversations we had in those months, I also couldn't but notice how the duo possessed some sort of combat capability.
I never asked, trying to not sour any moments of those. All in all those talking I had come to appreciate the more we started to have.
Meanwhile training at the VPD kept going smoothly. Physical training started to pick another level seeing my improvements. O'Hara had decided once in a while to invite me to the Department's Pub and presented me with some other officers. I was called "O'Hara's surrogate kid' and more confusing was the lack of reaction of the Sergeant Instructor when someone called me that with him present.
The vehicle training had been almost completed in record time. Ryker was impressed at my driving skills and had started to make me go and help the VPD's Repairing Crew.
Those guys dealt with their job with serious, no-nonsense zeal. They were quite helpful themselves and I started to appreciate the workplace.
An optional yet important part of the training was also introduced. The Weapon Specialist of the Department, Aois Topaz, started to teach me how to use the various equipment given to agents, both basic and lethal equipment.
And as I continued my schedule, I also started to add to those conversations with Blake the fellow Faunus.
It was because it was slightly unnerving how Adam would stay silent, sometimes glaring me, while I calmly talked about books with his companion. The dude was also a quiet guy, not much was said in those.
But one discussion in particular saw him much more active and almost 'angry' at the both of us.
It was during a discussion about random topics. We started to talk about the White Fang.
Instantly I noticed how temperature of the room dropped to freezing.
"So, Eric, what do you think of the White Fang?" This time it was Adam asking, his tone as if restrained.
Slowly I looked to the other two beings in the room. Blake was averting her eyes away from me but I could see she was also interested in any response of mine.
Tukson was staring at Adam with an hard glare, as if he had said some bad word.
So I did answer that question with serious honesty and cynical thought.
"Mh. The White Fang is an interesting concept. Born from the need to establish equal laws between Humans and Fauni. Early on his origins, it might have achieved some objectives by making the Fauni much more safe by the laws and newfound rights. I still think it could have done better.."
"What do you mean 'better'?" Blake blurted, now caught by my words. Meanwhile Adam was still staring at me blankly with what seemed to be rapt attention hinting in his partially covered eyes.
Sighing, I kept looking first to Adam then to his companion. "If the original and the current mission of the White Fang was equality for all, then it should have expanded and turned into a mixed-race organisation. With human members, the group would have had more legitimacy on their actions and possibly would have gained more popularity with the people."
Silence followed the end of my explanation, the three Fauni were having different reactions. Tukson had a small smile on his face and was nodding at me. Blake was still looking away from me, I think I saw her.. blushing?
Adam was the difficult one to decipher. He was still staring at me but I couldn't understand what he thought of my speech.
Thankfully the whole conversation soon turned away from the White Fang to more common topics.
Four months later
It had been almost over half an year ever since I found myself in Remnant. Training was coming to a closure and I had caught the attention of several higher-tier Police officers.
I had soon been approached by my boss, Commander Quartz, to discuss something relative to my whole plan.
He started by explaining how the constant growth of the Criminal groups within Vale had caused some concern from the Council and that they asked for some immediate expansion of the Department.
Seeing my proficiency both in training and my capacity in dealing with stressful situations, the Commander had asked for my promotion towards the new special force.
The Pursuit Force was a new branch of the Department composed by many skilled individuals and Hi-Tech equipment. It was the response of the Commander to this situation and, learning of the quite large wage, I accepted the role.
Soon I learnt that even O'Hara and Ryker had joined the group and would have been mostly there to support the Active Agents.
Donning my new uniform, I moved out of my appartment and started the engine of my new VPD car. It was a masterpiece and I almost drooled over it when I heard all its function. It was literally the Supercar, the only thing lacking being an AI speaking to the user.
The then silent radio started to emit an order. "Requested support at Vale Commercial District. I repeat, we need support! It's Roman Torchwick."
Scowling I responded to the request. "This is PF-1, I'm going to reach the zone the fastest. Hold your position." The car speeded through the almost empty streets, until I was finally in the District.
It was a small firefight. VPD Officers were dealing with some black-dressed thugs. The chief of the gang and one of the greatest thorn on the Police, Roman Torchwick, had been stopped from running away from a robbery of the shop 'Dusty Land'.
I jump out of the vehicle and move to a more advantagious position. Finally, having gotten behind the unsuspecting criminals, I picked my custom handgun* and started to swiftly take down the thugs.
One, three, five. They all fell against the pincer movement. Torchwick seemed to have understood the quite desperate situation and quickly tried to ran away from the place.
Immediately I started to follow him and the red-headed criminal finally noticed my presence.
"Aren't you a pest, darling?" His voice was flamboyant, he was irritated by my interruption.
"Only to those who are scums enough to steal from innocents." I replied at the taunt.
The criminal held his weapon, Melodic Cudgel, and shot an explosive round at me.
Quickly I took cover behind one of the criminal's truck and hoped for it to hold together against a small explosion. Luckily it did held and I resumed my chase.
Torchwick had moved to the roofs and it was starting to become annoying to follow the criminal boss. Then he halted his run and turned around, a smug look painting his visage.
"While I found this little walk quite interesting, I have more important things to do than play with a little hero." He once again turned his back against me and jumped off.
I moved closer, confused at first. Then hearing the familiar sounds of rotors, I realized what had happened.
A Bullhead emerged before me, Torchwick safely inside the aerial vehicle.
I start to aim at the pilot, yet none of the conventional bullets seemed to breach the reinforced glass.
Muttering a curse, I watch helplessly the Criminals retreating away. I reached for my Scrolls to deliver the news of Torchwick's escape.
"You did good for your first mission, kid." O'Hara had replied proud of my performance.
He was seconded by Quartz. "Torchwick is not a simple thug. Your actions had limited the damage he would have caused. Also the stolen goods had been all recovered when the gang had surrendered after their boss had ran away."
Sighing I sit on the roof, looking at the sun slow lowering. I still don't know if my first mission was a success or not...
AN
Finally finished the training arc and moving swiftly to the important part of the story: Dealing with those darn criminals!
As I said, this fanfic is turning into a partial x-over with Pursuit Force; Only reason why I'm not making it a full fledged one is because I took only the name of the team and some ideas, none of the characters of the Game Series is going to make a cameo.
Last thing I will mention in this AN is that none of the criminal was killed. I have noticed how Junior's gang is trained and has Aura, so single shoots from an handgun will not kill them instantly as in real life.
*The custom handgun is the Samurai Edge Variant of the M9 from Resident Evil. Probably one of my most fave handgun in Games. I was happy when RE7 introduced the Albert-01...
