'I do not own RWBY. It was created by Monty Oum, and is owned by Roosterteeth.'

Note: Hello! Woop! Woop!

First double digits chapter baby! Along with that I did my first ever Beta reading on Saturday and I'm pretty sure I actually helped! Man, I feel so useful to society right now! Well, time to get back to writing something a miniscule amount of the world's population bothers reading!

Anyways, sorry for this possibly being short despite my positivity. I've had a metric fuck ton of homework which has taken up all my time meaning I'm writing this all in one night. Or in other words… Two hours. Getting addicted to Fire Emblem Heroes certainly didn't help… By the way, you guys should play that! I've gotten three five star heroes (Hector, Takumi, Hinoka and a whole bunch of other four stars!) from the three summonings I've done so far. Take that you unlucky bastards!

Anyways, enough of me being a prick, it's time for the chapter!

Criminal Mastermind!

Chapter X

Winter sighed opening the door once again to another empty office. Taking her seat she logged in and quickly and efficiently checked both her email and the internet at the same time for anything that could possibly lead her to the Rogue.

It, like usual, had been a fruitless search and she sighed resting her elbows in a way she was always told not to onto the desk as she placed her head onto her hands.

It wasn't just about finding the Rogue anymore. It wasn't about avenging her father which was a bad plan to begin with. It was all about her personal pride now.

She prided herself as a specialist in the Atlas army yet could not find someone as simple as a thief? Years of training for what? For her to come up empty handed? No. That simply would not do. So, she continued. Night after night in her free time, during work hours during lunch time, she worked every minute of every day to find this one scoundrel who was making her pissed off!

Scowling at her innard use of bad language which would've earned her a good lecture from her tutors she turned to the door wishing that news, any news, all news about her target would just come in that damn door already!

In a funnily timed moment of fate happened when barely a moment after she had made that thought there was a knock at the door. Leaning back and taking her elbows off the table and placing her hands in her lap after straightening out her uniform and making sure her hair was still immaculate she answered.

"You may come in."

The guard came in and deposited a scroll on her desk which was open to a video call already. Looking down at it she could see it was one of the tech nerds she had the misfortune of meeting. Those tech people simply drained the budget while getting nothing done but browsing the internet for videos of, and she quotes, 'kat haz cheezburger'.

In short she didn't like them very much.

"Hello again Ms Schnee! Today I've got something that will hopefully excite you." Tapping away at an extra tablet the bespectacled, chubby disheveled man child who probably wrote Fanfiction in his spare time like a nerd, made a noise of success if it could be called that before continuing. "There it should be in your inbox. Tell me what you think."

Suppressing the urge to sigh she navigated her way along her computer until she made her way to the inbox of her computer. Seeing that in her inbox was a single email with an attachment labeled 'Super Top Secret, Please Go Out With Me Ms Sch-' she stopped reading before she would have to ruin yet another poor saps dreams by rejecting them and opened the file.

Inside was a single video from Sherrinford prison in the Valean countryside which was labeled inescapable even by Atlas engineers and they were the best of the best. They were secretly attempting to find a way out in the event of them ever having to fight against their Valean allies.

Tapping onto the play button and ignoring the man on the other side of the calls face falling as she ignored his confession she watched the scene unfold.

'"Tell me! Who is ready for a revolution!? Who is ready to get the fuck out of here!? Why should we stay here locked away when behind those doors is a god damn world filled with shit to destroy! Shit to steal! Shit to kill! Shit to shit on!" The blond man who matched the profile of the Rogue in some ways stood up on a table kicking some man with a tacky tattoo on the ground to the excitement of the crowd.

They were beginning to get riled up and were smacking on their tables with the palms of their hands and trays making noise. The guards looked on impassively as if they had seen this all before which the likely have. After all, you don't fill a prison with the world's worst only to have no joint escape efforts planned.

"I sure as hell don't want to stay here! Now… Who wants to break the fuck out of this prison! If you're with me, then follow me! We've got shit to do." With that the blond and tall man hopped off the table gesturing to a bespectacled doctor who followed him out promptly.

There were hoots and hollers from the crowd as it swelled from five to ten to fifteen to fifty growing in size by the second as they too walked out the doors with him most if not all people in the cafeteria joining the charismatic man all while chanting "Viva le Revolution!"'

Looking from her computer towards the scroll which held the slightly recovered tech experts face. A small smirk etched up the corners of her face which was sure to become a full blown smile as soon as she shut off the call.

"What should we do Ms Schnee? We await your orders."

"Don't tell the Valean police. If he is the Rogue he will escape in someway amazing. If not his little rebellion will be crushed."

Ending the call a small smile lit up her face as she looked down at the scroll once more. Would this finally be it? Has she finally caught him like a mouse in her trap? Doesn't matter. Picking up her scroll again she made one more call to the Major currently under her influence in this game of modern politics.

"Hello?"

"Yes, this is Ms Schnee. For the next week set up a perimeter in the forest outside Sherrinford prison consisting of five experimental Paladins and eighty men."

"B-but Ma'am why? That seems like a gross waste-"

"Just do it Major."

Clasping her hands onto her chest she rubbed her palms together impressed that they had found him when the native Valeans hadn't. But it was slightly strange. How would the Rogue be in prison while pulling off those crimes?

Or had he simply been imprisoned for something totally different? Like armed robbery or something simple like that? Was it even the Rogue at all? Those were all the questions she needed answers for and would get answers for.

It was only a matter of time…

~o0o~ Criminal Mastermind! ~o0o~

Distant chewing noises could be heard all around the prison slowly driving the guards insane. It was there every minute of the day though except for the brief few seconds every half hour when the shifts rotated.

Each man, boy and teen troublemaker in the place was constantly chewing on gum. How did they get so much gum you may ask? Well in this prison rather than raisins, food, or cigarette packets being the currency it was sticks of gum.

Why you may ask yet again? Mainly because, since this was a maximum security prison, the prisoners were extremely rarely allowed to do anything. Whether it is physical or mental, the prisoners didn't do much.

Hence the gum.

Gum was a great way to relieve boredom much to most people's surprise. It was like eating a meal which never quite went away and it had a squishy and bouncy like texture which could be used to make rigid and yet squelchy, orb like structures which broke on one bounce but were still the most fun people here had in months.

So, the value of gum was immense and everyone stored up on it when they weren't using it to pay for their 'protection money' from the now dethroned Winchester. But now that Winchester had been royally punched in the face, there was no need for as much gum, meaning that the demand was lowered and the price much cheaper.

Which means that the prisoners who had sided with Jaune when he made his inspirational yet just corny enough speech had been able to quickly invest in gum and bought massive quantities obtaining enough to create a ball around four inches in diameter for every prison cell.

But chewing all of it was a huge task. Keeping it fresh enough for long enough was hard so there were shifts of when people would chew and swap and then chew again. It's been going on for the few days it's taken for Jaune to assemble the few other things he needs for his plan to succeed.

And that's where we are now. With Jaune doing some Macgyver like shit with some tubing, two cardboard boxes a metric shit ton of duct tape and a bunch of cabbage oil he had acquired through… Seedier methods which he wasn't going to mention.

Giving a quick shudder at what he had to do for the cooks to give him this oil he calmed back down and continued his chewing. Looking down at the cot in front of him towards the two boxes and then towards the cabbage oil he tucked both under his mattress folding up the boxes and putting the jars at his feet so that they wouldn't annoy him too much when he went to sleep.

Looking down at the tubing he duct taped it to the ceiling making sure it was secure and non noticeable to anyone looking in from outside the bars. Peering over to the snoozing Doctor Merlot Jaune took the duct tape and put it under his pillow the doctor not even snorting or snoring a bit more as he did so.

'Wow that guy is a heavy sleeper. I mean really. If Mount Glenn was attacked at night rather than the afternoon he would've slept right through the disaster!'

Shaking his head at the sleeping doctor Jaune shook him awake dodging the swinging karate chop for once unlike the two nights he had been there before. "WHA!? WHO'S THERE!?"

"It's me remember. Your serial rapist cell mate who just happens to be nine feet tall and covered in tattoos depicting a mass orgy." Merlot's eyes widened considerably before he scrambled backwards grabbing his glasses and flipping out one side so that he was holding them by the rims.

"I swear to Oum I will fucking cut you!"

Sighing and rubbing his hand over his face Jaune just looked over to the doctor who was now holding a pair of broken glasses in his hand. He knew he shouldn't have made that joke but seeing as it would be their last real night in the prison he thought it would be funny.

Being honest it totally was.

Taking a moment so that he wouldn't choke on the small amount of gun he was chewing on at the moment. "No doctor… It's me Jaune remember? The guy here to get you out?"

"Oh yeah? Prove it?"

"Just put on your glasses old man!"

The scientist took the glasses out of his hand unfolding the sides and put them on his face before realizing they were slightly bend but not entirely broken. "Oh yes I suppose it is you instead of a nine foot tall man covered in orgy tattoos. Why would you do that though you asshole?"

Throwing his pillow at him which Jaune dodged he slipped in some spilt cabbage oil and fell smacking his temple on the edge of his cot nearly knocking him out if it weren't for his aura. But then he began choking and a quick series of abdominal thrusts from the finally useful doctor later he was able to breath again thanking Oum for the sweet thing known as 'oxygen'.

Wheezing he dug the gum he had collected over the past couple days out from the 'wet-tifier' he had made from some toilet water and a ziploc bag and put the entire ball of gum into his toilet. Moving over to the front of the cell he took off his shoe and began tapping it against the rails in the pattern of a quite familiar song that everybody in prison was fairly familiar with.

Michael Jackson's 'Beat It'

Slowly more and more shoes and cups and heads and finger nails along with coins and toothbrush shanks began tapping the song becoming more interesting with every passing second. As the song went on some voices rose all out of tune and gravely not used to trying to be pretty in the environment but they tried.

They tried.

One by one ball after ball of gum was dropped in toilet after toilet prepared for the holy ceremony that would take place the next day which was hence named: 'The Glorious Flush Of Our Lord And Saviour John Watson'

Sadly it wouldn't be his real name which would be sung about every day from then on in the tales of old by bards from all corners of the four kingdoms but he would know. They would know that it was the Rogue. Jaune would make sure they knew it was the Rogue. What he needed was a calling card.

They told em don't you ever come around here.

Don't ever wanna see your face, you better disappear.

The fire's in their eyes and the words are really clear.

Just beat it.

~o0o~ Criminal Mastermind! ~o0o~

Note: Done! So sorry for the shortness but this is all I can manage. My Monday after school is busy and I would normally type this on Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

By the way. In case you find it unrealistic that the guards in the prison don't think much of the prisoners getting hyped remember this. They guard the most notorious criminals all in one place, they are surrounded by cameras and weapons and walls.

There seems like no way out. Also, since there are all these masterminds imprisoned here rebellions will have been created and crushed before. In fact I can personally believe that most joint prison break attempts get crushed by simple lack of effort.

But enough about that.

See you all later! (Leave an idea of what the Rogue's prison calling card should be like!)

-DragonManMax