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Chapter 5

The explosion blew everyone within the bubble shield down. Church frowned. "FILSS, Bioscan. Make sure no one suffered any real injuries."

There was a tense moment for Church until FILSS responded. "No one's aura has shattered, but Ms. Rose's aura is in the red. Oddly, Ms. Belladonna has suffered no damage from that explosion whatsoever.

"What?" Church spoke incredulously, dropping the shield and allowing the glyph to reform in to its energy form and return to him.

Suddenly, a blade touched his throat. Church stopped, then spoke slowly. "Most impressive, Blake. I must admit, I never knew your semblance made your own form invisible while the shadow is present."

Blake frowned at him. "It shouldn't have."

Suddenly, Church heard someone yell inside his head. "I did it!"

Church groaned. "Shit." Then he turned to his class. "FILSS, call Doctor Grey. If she's busy, tell Allison to get those two out of the wall and the rest of them checked up. I have some people I need to talk to."

"Very well, Director."

Allison leapt down from the observation deck. "I'll keep them moving for the next twenty minutes, as well as get those two idiots out from the wall."

"Thanks." Church turned back to Blake. "Meet me in my room in half an hour. I need to talk to you."

Blake stepped up to the metal door and knocked. "Come in." Church's muffled voice spoke.

Blake opened the door and stepped inside. A normal room, but on one side was a massive communications desk like one in the hanger and one in the training room's observation deck. The bed was simple and plain, while the wooden desk on the other side was just as simple. Church sat cross-legged on the bed, leaning against the wall. "Hello Blake."

"Hi Church." Blake closed the door behind her and laid Gambol Shroud on the desk. "Why did you want me here?"

Church sighed. "First of all, I will go ahead and ask you this. Do you know what it is to take a life?"

Blake stiffened. "Why are you asking me?" she responded, dodging the question.

"I'm asking because I can see something in you that the others don't have." Church stood up and pulled out a tablet. "I know who and what you are, Blake. You can't hide it from me."

Blake took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for her sword. Church kept talking. "Blake Belladonna, 17. Cat faunus. No known siblings or alive family. Former member of the White Fang." Church punctuated the last statement with disdain. "Blake, there is little I do not know or cannot find out about you. I just need to ask you a few questions about your time in the organization."

Blake narrowed her eyes. "I put that life behind me when I ran away. I wasn't going to become a mindless killer for them."

"Then help me. I'm tracking a high-ranking strategic official in the White Fang. His name is Malcolm Hargrove." Blake twitched nervously at the name. "If you really want to know, he has close ties to a person whom I'm hunting, and I want the information. What do you know? That is my question."

Blake picked up her sword and strapped it back onto her back. "I only met the Chairman of the Strategy and Resources Committee once, and that was with my old mentor. I severed all ties when I left."

"But what did you learn of him while you were there? I know very little of the inside of the White Fang. You were there once, and that is why I am choosing to ask you." Church sighed. "Blake, can you tell me who your mentor was?"

"His name was Adam Taurus. He was the second in command of the Military and Espionage division, as well as a key member of the Strategy and Resources Committee."

Church grimaced. "Dammit. I knew he survived."

"What are you talking about?" Blake asked.

"Never mind. That will be all for now." Church waved a hand, and the door swung open behind Blake. "But if you find yourself willing to talk later, my door is always open. Get back to training."

As soon as the door swung shut behind Blake, Church leapt up, ran to the massive console, and began opening files. "Here it is… FILSS, ready a Pelican. I'm going to see Agent Montana again."

Fifteen minutes later.

"Director, Pelican A4 is ready for launch. What gear would you like to bring along?" FILSS spoke.

Church thought a moment. "Outfit the Pelican with extra shielding and reflectors, no heavy armaments. Also, add two emergency escape pods."

"Very well sir."

A brunette woman walked into the hanger and saluted him. "Hello sir."

"Emily, do you remember how to fly?"

"Of course! I can still remember everything like I remember every patient I saw apart for you."

"Good." Church gestured into the Pelican for her. "I need drop-off at the preloaded coordinates and Evac if I call for it. Dr. Grey, for today you are my pilot."

"All right. Sir, may I ask where we are going?"

"I'm going to find Agent Montana. In case things get ugly, there's two pods with basic armaments inside."

"Finally, after all this time we find another one of our old friends."

"They were not friends; they were cowards who ran when they could have fought."

"It would have been almost impossible to have escaped had they not run immediately after the Mother of Invention crashed. In fact, our escape only had a 0.42% chance of succeeding. Only by pure luck did we make it out."

"I still think we could have killed all the soldiers."

"Calm down; we will have our revenge in due time. For now, we must focus on planning that revenge."

"Let's do this!"

"We will make them pay."

The White Fang grunt was enjoying a good nap when suddenly a loud beeping noise jolted him awake, leading to him falling off his chair and knocking his partner off hers. "Watch it!" she yelled at him.

The first grunt growled at her and looked at his screen. "Call the commander. Tell him a lone aircraft is approaching at high speeds and will be within firing range in four minutes."

The second grunt grabbed a radio and turned it on. "Come in, commander. We have a lone aircraft incoming. What do we do?"

A gruff voice spoke back. "I'm in the middle of training with the Lieutenant. Radio them and find out their intentions, then report back to me."

"Very well sir." The grunt adjusted the radio and began speaking. "Unidentified aircraft, please state your business or we will blow you out of the sky. I repeat, we will blow you out of the sky. Over."

A calm voice replied. "I want to meet with Adam Taurus. Is he here?"

The grunt looked at her partner. He shrugged. "The commander is at this base. Why do you need to see him?"

"Let's just say we're old friends."

Adam stared at the landing aircraft, his left hand holding Wilt and Blush. "A Pelican…" he mused. The rear door of the landing bay dropped, and a figure obscured by the engine smoke walked out. Instantly, several White Fang members raised their guns and pointed them at the person. Adam stepped forward. "If you have a Pelican, then you must either be Atlas Special Ops or a former member of the Project. Who are you?" he asked.

"Well, well, Agent Montana. Good to see you again." Adam opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out as the smoke cleared. "What? No words of hello or welcome? I must say, the White Fang has become a little shady."

Adam found his voice again. "Church… How are you still alive? So you also survived the crash and battle?"

"Would I be here if I didn't?" Church stepped out of the grey fog and tossed a pair of pistols towards the ground in front of Adam. "But instead of reminiscing, let's talk business. I want a person within your ranks, and I have plenty to offer for it."

Adam placed Wilt and Blush on the ground in front of him. "Straight to the point, as always. What do you want, first of all?"

Church pulled out a scroll and tossed it to Adam. "I want Malcolm Hargrove. I have personal business with him."

Adam was stunned. "You want the life of our top strategic officer? What would you have to offer for that?"

"This." Church gestured, and the scroll switched to an image of an entire hanger full of planes and dust crates. "Everything in this storage facility left over from Project Freelancer will be yours. It wasn't in the archives, so it's untouched."

Adam swallowed. "Hmmm…"

Suddenly, several grunts began arguing. "Sir, why are you helping this human?"

"Kill him!"

"He has no business here!"

"Quiet!" Adam roared. "He is an old friend, so I will not tolerate disrespect."

"It's fine, Adam." Church replied. "I can show them the truth." Church pulled two small hairpins off the top of his head. Two wolf ears popped and twitched. "Ah, the sounds of nature. It's been so long."

And that's a wrap!

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