"Thought"

"notepad"

Chapter Eight: Repair Shop Troubles

A few days have passed by and nothing really exciting happened. Our daily schedule consisted of waking up going to classes training and doing homework everyday. But with all the mindless training my rifle got damaged. I would use the school's repair station but there is only one guy that I trust to repair it, he goes by the name of R. He owns a totally "legal" weapon shop.

Stepping off the airship I put my hood up even though I have been clear by professor Ozpin. The police don't really like me making my way to Burned Ave which is just a old run down part of town. Walking down

the alleyway I stopped at a door that was way pass due on a new paint job and knocked on it four times.

"Password," someone from the other side called out. Writing the password down I slipped it in the little slot.

"Long time no see Chase, we all thought you were in jail," opening the door so I could walk through. "Hey boss guess who just walked in!"

Walking down the stairs I enter into a rooms that has displays that house guns to swords and daggers.

"Holy hell Chase your alive!" R stated with his hands in the air. "When I heard the cops got you we thought you were a gonner."

"Well here I am"

"Yes you are," he then picked up an machine gun pointing at me. "You don't work for the police now do you?"

"You know for a fact that I would not sell you out but if you want you can search me" R looked at me

then look at the guard he knew what to do. He searched me finding nothing of interest or that pointed me in with the police.

"Well then Chase what can I do for you?" R ask

"I need you to repair my rifle" I stated straightforwardly.

"What you came all the way out here for me to do that? Wait don't answer that," handing him my rifle. "You're free to browse my wares while I work on this."

He then proceeded to head to the back while I looked at weapons many of the weapons looked old but one caught my eye an old rusty machete picking it up it weight a good pound or two.

"You always had a good eye for weapons," R said as he reappeared.

"Oh and what's the story behind this one?" I asked curiously.

"How much?" I wrote interested in the weapon.

"We'll will put it on the house since you not in jail."

"Thanks"

He hands me the rifle which I put the on my back diagonally so the I could reach behind me and pull it out.

"Boss! We got a problem," shouted the door guard as he in running.

"What did you do?!" asked R worried.

"It the cartels they want to know if you have there money," he explained the situation.

"Well shi-" before he could finnish the door blows in and four men with assault rifle come in aiming at us.

"Well well well look at what we have here boys a rat without his head. So R do you have our money," sneered the one in front in a smart white tux.

"You see I've been not getting business lately so I have not had a lot of customers," R nervously explained.

"That's not very good now is it R," white tux said in a remorseful voice.

"I've been trying. If you just give us some more time," R desperately try to grasp at strings.

"You should have tried harder and our boss has grown weary of waiting and demands that you pay up, you see. It's nothing personal just business so I hope you don't hold it against us," he then looked at his guards.

"Hold them."

Two of the four are able to grabs us but we still try to break free. "I suggest you stop if you want to live but if you do wish to die we are then happy to oblige. Customer satisfaction is one of our top priorities that is after you pay us of course, " white tux warned. "Grab the money and let's go."

"Yes sir!" the last one says.

He start to ransack the place looking for money that could be hidden. He comes back after a few minutes gone by carrying a sack full of what I can obviously assumed is money.

"Let's go boys," the leader said but before he walked out he gave out one last order, "Kill them."

The guards nodded once but before they could open fire at us. I leaped over the counter to reached for the trench shotgun R keeped for troublesome customers. When I looked up it seemed like they had not moved or even taken notice that I was gone. I quickly brush it off and aimed towards one of the guards and fired. I killed one while I wounded the other one then the guy who had walked out earlier with white tux walked in again. He immediately grasp the situation and casually through a grenade before running out again.

Everyone scrambled for cover in a panic.

Once the dust cleared I looked over the counter and saw that the guy whom I injured beforehand laying on the floor dead. I pulled out the machete and charged the guy who had thrown the grenade and was walking back in probably to check that we died. I slash at him across his neck which killed him instantly but at the same time I felt pain rush through me from my lower back. I turned my head back to see the guy whom I thought was dead holding the knife which was inside of me.

He pulled the knife out and dodged the slash I swung at him. An ungodly amount of blood started to pour out from my wound and the airline from before was now gone. He was soon able to disarm me of the only weapon I had and proceeded to push me on the ground to continuously stab me. I really thought that I was a goner when I heard a pistol go off.

"Chase!" A distance voice call out.

The back dots which had been dancing across my vision swallowed me and I knew nothing more.

~TIME SKIP~

Vale hospital

"God what the hell happened?" I was in a bed that I was for sure was not mine. Opening my eyes I could see that everything around my was white and the place smelled strongly of bleach. This can only mean that I was in a hospital room. Looking over to my right I saw a sleeping Kelly in a nearby chair. As I was leaning up I grunted in pain which woke Kelly up.

"Chase!" she then hugged me tightly which resulted in more pain. "Oh, crap I'm sorry I just so glad that you awake."

I gave her blank face that needed answers.

"You want to know what happened, MY GOD CHASE! You almost died again if it was not for me following you, you would be dead!" She then handed me my notepad so I could respond.

"So you followed me…. You stalker" I wrote the last part as a joke.

"What, no I'm not," she said rather defensively.

"Or do you have a crush on me?" I continued to mess around with her. I must say her flustered look was

quite cute.

Her face went pomegranate red. "Just so you know it's normal for someone else to be worried about their teammates life when they see them bleeding out," and with that she stormed off leaving me without anything to do, great