(A/N): I'm going to do something slightly different with the reviews. I'm going to post the review along with the reply so people don't need to go to the review section to know what I'm talking about (not the whole review, just the part I want to address). Also, just for fun, let's review how many times I've said review just in this note.

Skills: Chell doesn't really fight as she solves puzzles.

I agree. I did my best to incorporate that into her fighting style. Her weapons are nowhere near as powerful as what other hunters use, so she has to strategize more.

Rocketmce: I've never played Half-Life, so I don't know the Black Mesa side of things will go.

I will do my best to make it so you don't need to know that about Half-Life.

Detective Cochese walked into the room where his partner, Bobby, was looking over the evidence.

"Morning Cochese."

"Hey Bobby. This the stuff from the warehouse?"

"Yep."

Bobby stepped aside to reveal a table of sleek, black weapons.

Cochese whistled. "That's a lot of guns. Wait..."

Bobby turned to his partner. "Yeah?"

"Why are there so many? I heard there were only two people there."

"Look over there."

Bobby pointed to the other end of the room. Cochese followed his gesture to see a large heap of scrap.

"Wow... are those..."

"A whole bunch of robot parts. I have the report right here." Bobby pulled out his scroll and examined it. "From what the techies can tell, they're very similar to the Atlestian Knights, but they couldn't find anything that looked like a built-in weapon system. Also, a majority of them seem to have... let's see here..." He scrolled down the list. "'Initiated a self-destruct protocol rather than be affected by an external explosion. As a result, the internal workings were heavily damaged, making further analysis impossible.'" He put his scroll down and moved to the table opposite the one with the guns.

"And these are presumed to belong to the suspect." On the desk was a scroll, a backpack, an orange jumpsuit, a pair of boots, and a weapon quite unlike the others. Bobby picked up one of the boots

"These things apparently make the wearer run faster and jump higher due to the springs. Sounds fun, huh? I've been wondering where I can get some."

Cochese rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Rookie."

"Hey, we've been partners for five years. When are you going to stop calling me Rookie?

"As soon as you stop acting like one." Cochese glanced at the other unique item on the table. "What about that thing?"

Bobby noticed his gaze. "Oh, that. We don't know. Everyone's been too scared to give it a thorough examination."

"Why?"

"You try picking it up."

Cochese picked up the white gun that somewhat reminded him of an insect, and held it as if he was going to shoot it.

"Warning! User biometrics not on file. Continued attempts to operate this device will result in the delivery of a five million volt electrical pulse. Aperture Science does not take responsibility for any injury, temporary or otherwise, caused by unauthorized usage of Aperture Science technology."

Cochese immediately dropped the gun and glared at Bobby, who was trying (poorly) to hide his smile. "Ha, ha. Very funny. Come on; let's go question the girl they brought in."

As they walked to the interrogation room, Bobby tried to get Cochese to think about something other than Bobby scaring his pants off.

"Hey."

"What?" Cochese grumbled in response.

"Do you have any idea what 'Aperture Science' is?"

"No, I don't." It wasn't working.

Chell was bored. She had managed to snap out of her funk by the time she was taken to the precinct, where she was just left alone. Her scroll was taken away, so she didn't know exactly how long she sat there, but it felt like hours. At least at that place, there was always something to do.

Eventually the door opened and two detectives walked in.

"Good morning. I am Detective Cochese and this is my partner, Bobby. We'd like to ask a few questions, if that's alright with you."

Chell nodded.

"Alright. First I'm going to go over what we know. At 1:15 AM, a call came in over the emergency line reporting what sounded like a shootout in the warehouse district. Twenty minutes later, a SWAT team arrived at the scene to find eight destroyed robots, one dead man, and you."

That fight lasted twenty minutes? It seemed shorter.

"We've assumed that the robots and man were working together, due to the fact they had similar weaponry. Is that correct?

Chell nodded.

"And because no one else was at the warehouse, they were fighting you. Right?

Another nod.

"Did they attack first?"

Nod.

"So you would say that you acted in self-defense." This wasn't so much a question as a statement. Chell still nodded.

"Was there anyone else with you?"

This time, Chell shook her head.

"Are you a Huntress?"

Shake

"So you expect me to believe that you took on an entire group of robots and their leader single-handedly… without training."

Nod

Cochese placed his hands on the table and leaned forward. "Do you really expect us to believe that?"

Chell rolled her eyes, though the detectives either didn't notice or didn't care.

Bobby spoke up. "Look, I know you're trying to protect someone, and I understand. But whoever sent those robots will probably be looking for them, and you. If you tell us who it is, we can help you."

Chell gave him a look, but Cochese didn't get the hint. "Alright then. I guess we can charge you with obstruction of justice, if that's what yo..."

Chell swiveled her head and glared at him. Cochese stopped talking immediately. He didn't know exactly what, but there was something in those eyes that scared him, although he would never admit it.

Bobby cleared his throat and said, "Let's come back to this. Right now the bigger question is who sent those robots and why. Do you have any ideas?"

Chell thought about it for a moment. I could tell them, but that would lead to questions that I don't want to answer. Besides, if Black Mesa is anything like Ap- that place, everything about it will be beyond top secret. Chell shook her head.

Cochese opened his mouth to ask another question, but then closed it and put his hand to his ear. "What?... Who?... For Real?... Alright." He put his hand down, stood up, and turned to Bobby. "Let's go."

"Why?"

"Apparently somebody managed to pull a few strings. They're coming to question her themselves."

"But we haven't gotten anything out of her yet! Who is it, anyway?"

"They didn't say, but whoever it is has some friends in high places. Come on, I don't want to get fired over this."

Bobby mused on this a few moments before getting up as well. The two detectives then walked out the door, leaving Chell alone once more. She sighed.

Not again… why couldn't they at least give me a magazine or something?

This time Chell was only alone for a few minutes before two new people entered. Chell gave them a once-over. They were most definitely not police.

She might not have had much social experience, but she knew how to read people. These two carried themselves in a way that just screamed experience, although the male seemed much more relaxed. He was wearing a green shirt under a black vest and unzipped suit and his pants were a very dark green. He also held a walking stick in one hand.

He took a seat across from Chell. "I must say, it isn't often that someone draws my attention quite like you do. Although, it has seemed to be happening more frequently."

"..."

"Anyways, you survived a firefight whilst outnumbered nine-to-one. That is most impressive accomplishment. Have you attended Signal, or any of the other combat schools?"

Shake.

"So, are you going to continue saying that you have had no training at all?"

Nod.

The women standing near the door stepped forward. "Do you honestly expect anyone to believe that? That's impossible!"

The man leaned back in his chair. "Not impossible, Glynda. Just improbable. And if she is lying, which I don't think she is, then I'm sure there's a good reason." He turned back to Chell. "Do you know who I am?"

Shake.

"My name is Ozpin. I'm the headmaster at Beacon Academy."

Is that supposed to impress me? They stared at each other in silence for a few moments. If Ozpin was expecting Chell to ask him something, he was going to wait a long time. Eventually, he got the memo.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here."

"..."

"I'll get straight to the point; I would like you to attend my school. What happened at the warehouse proved that you have great potential. At Beacon, we can teach you to hone that potential to help others. If you say no, however, then I won't try to persuade you otherwise."

Chell thought about this for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the offer. On one hand, she wouldn't have to worry about living conditions and Black Mesa probably wouldn't try such a bold move if she was surrounded by elite fighters (even if they were just in training). But saying in one place would make her much easier to track down. Then again, they didn't seem to have much trouble last time.

After a few moments of pondering, Chell decided the advantages outweighed the disadvantages. If she could survive there, she was sure she could survive high school.

She nodded, and Ozpin smiled. "Wonderful. I assure you, you've made the right choice. Well then Miss… come to think of it, I don't know your name."

Then, for the first day since BYDtWD, Chell spoke, her voice raspy from disuse.

"It's Chell."

(A/N): I meant to have this ready by yesterday, but I just lost interest for a little while. Sorry. I will try to have the next one up by Saturday, but don't hold me to that.

Revision complete on 3/19/18
Changes: Absolutely nothing of significance.
9/17/18:
-Made the cops slightly less stereotypical.