1 WEEK LATER…
"I said, where the fuck is she!" Yang screamed at Ozpin, her hair and eyes ablaze.
"And I said I didn't know, there's not much more I can do besides send a search party, and do you know how that would look? Students would panic, we don't need that kind of chaos running rampant in here, I've already told the police and all staff have been put on patrol duty as of three days ago." Ozpin said, obviously angered but still calm in demeanor.
"I'm already in a panic! Just let me gather a team, I swear I'll find her, I swear on my grave dammit!" She then punched the desk, holding back as not to break the table.
"Panic won't help the situation, you must calm down." he said with a caring tone in his voice.
"I can't sit back and do nothing," she then grabbed the man from over his desk and pulled him close to her face, looking intently into his eyes. She fought for words to say, opening her mouth and forming only short bestial growl before setting the man down and burning out.
The man still being just as collected as he was before, sat back in his seat and looked with sadness at the scene before him. The yellow beauty wiping away tears with her forearm and simply walking out, defeated and broken, unable to do anything for her little sister and feeling the world fall around her as she walked, and for the first time, her violet eyes turned blue.
'I'm sorry' was the last two words Yang heard before walking out of the room and bumping past the waiting members of JNPR.
JNPR had ideas of their own for what their leader felt he helped cause, but after the fiasco they had just heard, made a change of plans. Nora, not having the patience to wait until emotions past, started the conversation, "I say we don't make a ruckus of it and just search for her in secret."
"We'll need to go on our own, if we involve Yang or Weiss they're bound to tell others." Ren stated in his normal fashion.
"That sounds like a plan, but where do we start for such an investigation?" Pyrrha asked in honest wonder.
"We follow the pattern," Jaune answered. The whole of the group stared in shock as he said that so fast. "It's simple really, if we find out where Torchwick frequents then we'll find him in no time. He sounds like the kind of guy that would have a drinking problem right? Let's start with bars, if we can catch him when he's not sober than we just might have the drop on him."
Ren was the first to realize the obvious as he stated, "We should continue this where there's less of a chance that people will hear us."
+That has a good point, we should go before someone catches on.+ Pyrrha was shown saying before the TV was turned off and Ozpin waved for Oobleck to sit.
"When do you plan on instituting the Ironclad?" Oobleck asked his leader.
"In good time Bart, we're going to need better funding if we intend on carrying this out though, do you think you can manage that?" Ozpin asked, facing away from him in his chair and drinking his coffee.
"Yes, of course I can," he said before getting up to walk out, before he left he stopped and started, "Don't let the past repeat itself Ozpin." then walking out of the room.
Weiss looks out into the distance from her bench and puts away her phone.
"Don't worry, Weiss, she'll be fine, you have people, your people will fix everything." She said to herself before looking down on her hand, which is completely burnt, just as functional as before but with a darker tint to her skin. She flexes her hand by opening it and closing it over and over. "Roman. Will. Pay."
"That's all well and good but I still need confirmation." Oobleck said, reminding Weiss he was there.
"I know, that's what the call was for, the new uniforms will be fully paid for." Weiss answered with little interest.
"Understood, hope for the best, if the uniforms turn out well, we may be implementing a new club with them, one for acting out more invasive missions to hunting down things like White Fang." Oobleck hinted with a faint smile.
"Sounds brilliant, I'll be happy to see it happen." Said Weiss with legitimate interest.
"Ruby?" Roman said while looking at the files he retrieved a week ago and smoking some new found cigars at the base of a tree.
"Yeah Roman?" Ruby said while picking berries from a bush.
"There's something odd going on in these papers." Roman said as he pulled one of them out. "Come on read this, I highlighted it." He finished before handing it to her.
"Let's see," Ruby said as she began to read it out loud, "Ozpin ask for the third time if I would be willing to test the design for myself and push its limits, I said no again but after all the politicians I knocked off for the guy I'm really wondering what his motivation is for… militarization… of the students…" Ruby almost fell over after reading that.
"The world isn't as innocent as I they tell ya kid. Even the Pinhead has got a trick up his sleeve." Roman said, blowing out smoke leaning his head back.
"But why?" Ruby said as the world tinted darker in her mind.
"Why does it matter? The world is full of liars, the point is simply to remove the bad ones." He said while looking dismissively at Ruby's melodramatics.
"I need to talk to Ozpin." She then stood firm and looked to her right.
"You need to find kitty." He said as to remind her of the mission, leaning forward and pulling a map out of his pocket.
"You're right, how long is that gonna take?" She looked over his shoulder and at the map.
"We'll be leaving tonight, we've already clunked enough heads together to find where she's keeping her, it's another warehouse, shockingly close to the first headquarters we had, expect some heavy resistance, and possibly Cinder herself, and chances are that she's stretching her for info on the White Puppies." He pointed at the important areas on the map as he spoke.
"I'm ready when you are." She opened up Crescent Rose.
"That a girl; you're learning." He said with a genuine smile.
"I have a mission." She said with venom.
"Don't let it get to your head, kid." He said with a more serious tone than usual.
'The last thing we need is you killing the bitch when we get there, it would throw the balance in this city way off its rocker.' Roman thought to himself.