Ruby pulled up outside the brick building, hooking off of the freeway heading east, through a few back alleys before reaching her destination. She left her car behind, wearing a pair of red heals and a red dress she hadn't worn since her wedding, an ego boost coming along with still being able to fit into it. She pushed through the double door entrance, groaning in frustration as she realized she had to ascend a steep flight of stairs in heels. After a minute of clinging to the railing and walking up the stairs on unsteady, wobbling feet. She was near the top when she noticed Weiss standing above her, hands on her hips with a smug smile on her face. "How the hell do you deal with this all day?" Ruby inquired.

"Years of practice, Ruby."

"Why the hell are we here?"

"I own and run this place, after I got disinherited I needed a job that didn't require me to do anything other than pay taxes."

Weiss led Ruby back through the lines of sewing machines to her office, Weiss carefully shutting the door so as to make sure no one could hear. "What did you get lined up?"

"The Holy Grail, the Schnee Union Depository, any kind of very rare dust or precious metal goes down there until it's ready to be sold directly to buyer. They say it can't be hit, it hasn't, not yet."

"Look, I'm only here because I owe your dad a couple million dollars, nothing crazy."

"Hm, we could hit a bank in the sticks, or a dust shop, which do you prefer?"

"Well, stores are easier to hit, but I need a big enough score, any ideas?"

"Alright, dust it is. Let's head to Vangelico's, you're dressed well enough, and buy ourselves some dust."

"Oh, we're gonna need a crew, how about we round up some of the old guys?" Ruby said, struggling down the stairs behind Weiss once more.

"There are no old guys. Erwin, ironically, became a pacifist monk. Ben just disappeared, probably in The Wilderness. There was...some crazy guy who everyone thought was a vampire in Vacuo...but he went quiet."

"So, we're still gonna need a crew, anybody in Vale or what?"

"I've been working with someone, but they're too unreliable. I'll reach out to some other people, I'll pick them all out."

"There is one kid I have worked with a little bit..."

"No, no, no, I don't take in rookies, Ruby." Weiss insisted, seating herself in the car and smoothing out her outfit.

Ruby got in the car, continuing her plight, "She may be a rookie, but she knows what she's doing. She's either a pro in her own right or the best damn rookie I've ever seen."

"Hm, I'll see if we have room for her in our job if she proves herself, first."

"Thanks, Weiss."

"So, your FIB buddies know you're back in the game?"

"FIB buddies, what are you talking about?"

"Come on, I'm me. I hacked into your file, remember? It doesn't look like any WitSec program I've ever seen. For starters, they don't put witnesses in multimillion dollar houses on Hardwood Drive."

"Maybe it seemed like the best cover."

"And no witness transfers five-figure sum into certain FIB agent's bank accounts monthly. Of course, the money gets moved around and washed through a number of fronts, but the trail is still there. Deposits and withdrawals. The same sum. Every month. Agent Ozpin. Recent divorcee, an unremarkable career except for one thing: The shooting of notorious stick-up artist, Ruby Vasilias."

"Alright, I get it, Weiss...I'm very impressed that you obsessed over me over the past decade."

"Nevermind, we can talk about this later, pull up over there."

Ruby pulled up in front of a hair dresser, Weiss instructing, "Alright, take these glasses, there's a built-in camera and radio relay. The shop is around back in a little street, I'll hack into the specs on the shop while you're in there, get me plenty of pictures. At least one security camera, vents, alarms, you name it and you take a picture of it."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, get me as much information as possible. Hours, the price the least expensive thing they own, and anything else you think is of use. Well, what are you waiting for, get out there and buy your husband that jewelry he's always wanted!"

Ruby got back out of the car, heading up the street and around the corner. The street hidden behind the connected mass of business building was lined with cobblestone, Vangelico's store being the only dust shop in that area, the sign made of solid gold and a gray-haired man, a large bald spot growing out over the crown of his head, in a white apron and street clothes waiting on the inside to open the doors. She awkwardly made her way to the the shop, her ankles miraculously not snapping in half in the process. The man at the door pulled it open for the careening women, thanking him in the process. She strolled up to one display case, looking around for what Weiss requested. She found it too easily, a security keypad by a wooden door, a security camera at the right side of the room and a vent right beneath it. She grabbed the rim of her right lens, adjusting her glasses and taking pictures of all three of the objects. "Good, Ruby, now go up to the assistant and ask her anything else we need to know."

Ruby strolled up to the back counter, a man in a olive green button-up with bright red hair and glasses as wide-framed as Ruby's. "Hell, ma'am, how may I help you?"

"I'm looking for something for the man in my life...well, one of 'em, at least."

"Tell me about him. What' his taste?"

"Cheap, thank God for that. Probably half the reason I married him in the first place, he spends his money on me, and not the other way around. I don't want to spend too much, I was thinking somewhere around...10 grand?"

"Our rings start at eight, pendants at 12, and live weaponized starts at 15."

"Alright, are these things built to last, or am I just paying for the Vangelico's logo?"

"Oh, no, ma'am, we have direct links to the Schnee Mines, the purest dust comes from their mines, you know? Nothing but the finest."

"Alright...I think you've made a sale. I'll look around a bit more and get back to you, handsome." Ruby said, winking.

"Don't go anywhere."

Ruby turned away and walked straight out of the store, Weiss chiming in her ear, "Alright, good work, get back to the car and we'll head to the factory, I've got everything we need and a few ideas."

Weiss had just finished putting up the last bits of paper that formed her plan, saying, "Alright, here's what I can gather from what we saw. The security system is remote, we can turn it off and wipe any recordings clean in one swoop. The glass isn't bulletproof, so you should be able to smash through it. By the looks of it, from the specs, everything goes into a safe at night. So, we have to do this in broad daylight and get a better escape plan, which I've found. So, here's my plans, I've got a gunner to supply rifles, a hacker to take down the cameras and alarm, and a guy who can hook us up with rides, namely motorcycles for the exit strategy, and they all demand 15% cuts, so we're going to need over four million so you can pay my dad, pay them, and have a little pocket change. We have two options: either run in with a bunch of guns and hold up the joint, we know how that worked last time. The other option is much smarter, the building is under construction with direct access to the roof and the ventilation system. All we need is some knockout gas in the air systems, go in like exterminators so they don't suspect why we're on the roof or wearing gas masks, and grab everything."

"Well, you put it like that..."

"Alright, the smart way it is, good. Now, here's the next thing. I've got eyes on a pest van with the suits and all and there's a batch of BZ gas in the Vale docks. Here's Blake's chance to prove herself, get her to get one of those and she's in on the job. Once we haul ass out of there, there's a subway tunnel being dug right on freeway, so just get down there, out onto the Vineyard River and into the pest van without the cops spotting you."

"Alright, when Blake proves herself, I want her on the bikes. She's a great driver, trust me."

Another EyeFind alert lit up Weiss' screen, "Good, the van's moving back into the city, I'll hook up your GPS with its GPS, and steal it once it reaches its stop. Call your friend to go to the piers to grab that pesticide. Be careful not to break the pins or put too much in the ventilation, one can knocks you out, two cans kills you."

"Well, that's a small margin of error."

"Nothing comes easy, Ruby, I'm giving your friend the harder of the jobs just so I know we're weeding out the weak."

"Alright, thanks Weiss." Ruby said, heading for the door and her car once more.

"We're back...we're back! Fuck yes, we're back!" Weiss screamed, laughing madly.

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