Weiss and Jaune exited the elevator back on the ground floor. It was apparent by the number of officers still milling about that despite ten minutes having elapsed the briefing had not yet started.
"I guess someone has to wake the chief up..." said Jaune nervously.
Weiss cracked her knuckles. "Leave it to me."
She ascended the stairs, and Jaune followed at a much greater distance than usual. On the upper platform, he broke off and went to fiddle with one of the arcade consoles against the back wall.
Video games in the police station? thought Weiss as she approached Goodwitch's office door. Only in RWBY City...
The door was locked, but with a flick of Weiss's rapier, a glyph jimmied the mechanism and flung both doors open. Weiss strode inside, and sure enough, Goodwitch was in her chair, slumped over her desk, fast asleep. The stack of Pumpkin Pete's donut boxes that Jaune had brought in were scattered about the room, all now completely empty.
Weiss considered for a moment what would be the most satisfying way to go about this. Ultimately, she entered her fencing stance and thrust her rapier at the desk, shattering it into bricks quite literally right under Goodwitch's nose.
The chief grumbled and flopped backward in her chair, but failed to wake up.
Weiss blinked. "Really?"
She could hear officers muttering just outside the door behind her. Not wanting to be shown up, she raised her rapier again.
One by one, every single object in the room was reduced to its component pieces, including the very chair Goodwitch sat on.
She fell into a seated position on the floor, still snoring loudly.
Weiss stared at her acidly.
"Okay..." Looking at the bricks now coating the floor, Weiss got an idea. "Then let's try a really loud noise."
Conjuring another Build Glyph, she assembled the pieces of office things into a very large set of speakers. As the radio antenna attached to the top, she quietly uttered, "Please don't let it be that song..."
The speakers fizzled with static, then blared, "Everything is awesooooome!"
Great, Weiss thought. Even worse.
At least it had the desired effect. Goodwitch jumped to her feet and peeled a donut off her face.
"Ah uh who what - McCain! You again? What's so important that you have to interrupt my work? And who let you into my office, anyway?!"
Weiss ignored her comments and said, "You're supposed to give the briefing."
Goodwitch growled and threw the half-eaten face-donut at the makeshift speakers with enough force to return them to disorganized bricks.
"Fine!" She inhaled deeply. "BRIEFING ROOM! NOW!"
The officers gathered at the doorway scrambled over each other and headed down the stairs to the elevator. Jaune was thoroughly trampled in the process.
Pointing her crop at Weiss, Goodwitch said, "That means you too, McCain!"
"I'm going," Weiss sighed. "By the way, I wanted to congratulate you..."
Goodwitch was expectedly taken aback. "On what, exactly?"
"Becoming chief." Weiss gestured around at the donut boxes, the broken furniture, and the video game consoles outside. "Clearly you're doing a marvelous job."
The next thing she knew, Weiss was being yanked through the air by invisible forces, flying out of the office, over the side of the platform, and into the group of officers crowding toward the elevator.
As she got up and brushed herself off, she grinned at the nearest officer and said, "Totally worth it."