Two Days Later

Jaune rubbed his eyes because they itched. He knew it would make them feel worse but he couldn't help it.

Rakka rakka rakka! A hallway lit up with orange flashes. Several figures in the distance shook form the impact as one of them toppled over. One of them was missing a head.

A two second pause.

RAKKA! The gun fired again.

"It seems a little off to me." A voice called out.

"What do you mean?" Jaune replied.

"I'm not sure." The voice replied then turned to the blonde helper.

"I have the sight set as best as I could do. Also, are you sure it's not because I modified it to have a smaller grip? You told me that your M1911 didn't feel right in your palm." Jaune walked up to the person.

"Yeah I remember telling you. It's just that this one probably isn't for me. Got something more that could help me out on an assassination job? I think that'll be going down in several months." The voice stated as Jaune took the weapon it had then aimed down the sights.

"Well I don't exactly see what you mean. I think there's something else you could use for the short range."

Jaune walked away from the person then turned to a table that was ten yards away. As he walked, Jaune ejected the magazine from the MP-7 Sub Machine gun. It was a shame too, Jaune worked on this weapon for hours but he guessed that someone else could like it. He took out two more toys.

The day before this current visitor, Coco stuck around to do some shopping after Jaune came back home. They did and got some pizza for the way back. The very next morning, Coco was gone and left her name in the sign in sheet.

Today, a new person came by his house. He was asked to help this person get acquainted with a new weapon to use for their next assignment. The weekend was about to start and so it didn't mess with his job at all. They're at a private shooting range out toward the outskirts of Vale.

He walked back with them in hand as well as some extra clips of ammunition.

"What you got?"

"Let's see, from the good old Special Forces we got the Mini-Uzi. If you want something a bit smaller, here's a Glock 17." Jaune passed both weapons off as the person smiled at him.

"Let me see the Glock first, please."

"Sure." Jaune shrugged as he passed the weapon off then held onto the Mini-Uzi. The spare magazines were placed on a small foldout table then he looked downrange.

"She's set on full auto." Jaune added before the gun was unleashed to the targets downrange.

Casings rained down from the guns and Jaune noticed that the person he was told to help had a slight smile on her face. He looked back down the range of the humanoid targets whiff in the wind then set themselves straight again. Once it was done, Jaune opened his scroll and pressed several buttons. The target pulled up a hologram and it displayed the regions where the bullets landed.

"Seems like you have thing for aiming below the belt" Jaune chuckled. In the inside, he would hate to be the enemy this agent faces.

"Of course, too many times I've encountered a target that wants to run away than fight us." This agent was a young woman with strawberry hair that were combed back so it leaned on her left shoulder. Since it was her off time, the woman wore tight sky blue tank top with some cut up jeans. There was a tattoo that looped around her upper left arm, just below the elbow. If Jaune didn't know her and had to guess at a distance, he would assumed that she was a teenager.

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"You're not going to ask?" The woman turned to Jaune.

"Ask what?"

"The times I wished I shot people in the legs?"

"I don't want to."

"Suit yourself." She shrugged.

Jaune looked at his watch it would be getting dark soon. Jaune didn't like to stay out too late at night.

"Are you good? We might want to head back now."

"Sure." The woman glanced back to the table. "I'm taking the Glock."

"Great choice." Jaune lightly smiled.

Vrrt Vrrt!

Jaune reached for his back pocket and took out his scroll. There were several messages in his inbox. Only a few of them were ones he cared about and this new one was for his job. He pressed the button for it to be displayed and his mouth winced. He packed the rest of his stuff in the case he brought with him and kicked down the rollers. Carrying all of this stuff would be hell on his back.

"Yo, you coming or what?" The woman asked.

"Yeah, but we're going to need to make stop on the way back." Jaune responded then jogged after the woman.

The walk outside of the shooting range was quiet and Jaune made sure to stand behind the woman out of curiosity. Of course some of the people/faunus here are gun enthusiasts and most of them wanted to know what the case Jaune rolled out of the place carried inside. It was the gear he brought with him on the private shooting range he had reserved for earlier.

The woman walked out through the front door first then waited. Jaune passed through the doors after he signed out at the front desk. The parking lot outside was completely open and there were only a dozen cars in a lot meant for fifty. Above them, was the orange glow of the sun and it was on the verge of setting.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" Jaune looked left and right to check for any incoming cars.

"Where did you learn how to handle weapons?" She asked the moment Jaune found an opening.

"I'm ex-special forces and when I was discharged from thinking my best friend was killed. I feel too tired on being on the front line." Jaune immediately replied. "In all honesty, of all the free time I have now. I think I might have to come back."

"Wait. Really?"

Jaune laughed at her expense. "You need to master on how to read people's poker faces."

"You're an asshole."

He smiled then pressed a button for a car to beep back at him. "That I am."

The trunk popped open and he lifted his case to place it inside. "Alright, did you want to hit up a place on the way back?" Jaune closed the trunk.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Alright, but I need to make a detour on the way back. But it won't take long."

1 Hour Later

Jaune pulled his rental car up and slowed down as he reached the turnoff before he goes home. The woman didn't mind and used her scroll to entertain herself as they returned to Jaune's home. There were moments Jaune tried to make conversation but nothing didn't move forward from one word conversations. Jaune must have guess it was because he messed with her earlier. The car slowed down at the driveway and the headlights dimmed.

"We're here." Jaune opened the driver's door.

"Not bad." The woman nodded. "Your lawn could use some work though."

In the darkness, Jaune glanced to his front lawn. In the front end and in sparse patches the grass waved in a gentle breeze. Over half of it was nothing but dirt as well. Weeds spouted all over and even the dandelions were barely visible under the darkened amethyst sky. There were seven dandelions in total for the yard which was odd. With them being weeds, it could have multiplied even further. From the way the entire lawn appeared to be that it could use some work, but Jaune just shrugged at it.

"Come on." Jaune opened the trunk first and took out his case. From there, the two of them walked on the narrow pathway to the front door. He didn't notice that as he walked, he stepped on one of the dandelions.

Jaune took out his house key but frowned. The woman glanced back as Jaune took hold of the doorknob and twisted it clockwise. It was unlocked.

'Every time you do this.' Jaune thought then sighed.

"I already have a guest here."

The woman frowned then drew her Glock. "Who?"

"An agent of Vale. Let me go talk and I'll be right back." Jaune suggested as he turned the light on to his kitchen. The woman walked in and kept her eyes at the entrance.

Jaune left his case in the living room and he immediately turned to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. The light was already on as Jaune turned at the corner.

"Took you long enough." An annoyed woman frowned at him.

"Again, this was last minute. No use getting pissed off at me." Jaune crossed his arms as he looked into the bathroom.

Cinder sat at the toilet with the lip down and her legs were over the edge of the bathtub. It wasn't like she was comfortable but rather in a bit of pain. Several tears of blood were easy to see at her forehead, her calf, and the left hip. Blood dripped down to the bathroom mate and it was just something else to be washed. Cinder was dressed in women's boxers that were of a dark blue and as for her upper body, she was dressed in a black long sleeve shirt that was lifted over her stomach. So she could see the cut at her hip. At the corner of the bathroom, was a pair of discarded jeans that had a clear indention of a person's hand at the ankles. Her right leg was exposed and had several splotches of dried blood but nothing looked serious. Her lower lip was cracked with bits of red would leak out but Cinder would lick it before it dripped any further. Jaune leaned against his doorway.

"Sorry for the mess." Cinder pointed out as she didn't look away from the first aid box that Jaune always kept under the sink.

"Don't worry about it." Jaune noticed that most of the blood appeared to be fresh. "Do I have to enact the security protocol?"

"No, I killed the target before she got away. Damn bitch just loved to use a machete for some reason." Cinder grunted at she poured a dab of cleaning alcohol on her cuts. "She doesn't have an arm anymore."

Jaune rolled his eyes. "Well I already have a person here to stay for an assignment coming up."

"Oh yeah?" Cinder looked up. "Who is it?"

"No names, all I know is that she was sent in from Atlas and her codename is Neon Katt." Jaune looked to his bedroom door to see Neon Katt the ready to storm the bathroom.

"Relax Katt, it's me, Cinder." She called out as she leaned forward to reach for a bandage.

"Ah." Katt lowered her gun.

"Awesome." Jaune said blankly. "You two know each other. Cinder, fill Katt in on how things work here."

Jaune turned around and left his room to the car outside. He left some groceries in the trunk. He might as well get started cooking since Cinder has someone to talk to.

"A bit odd that one." Katt stated as she walked into the bathroom as well.

"Yeah." Cinder winced again in pain with some more cleaning alcohol she dabbed her finger in it and applied it to her lip.

"What's the news on your end?"

"Well, the two separate leads I've been working on have been total busts. The first lead took me to a small time lawyer's firm that didn't have anything related to White Fang forces. Just me scouting it out and making some blackmail to the main accountant and their records don't have anything either. The second lead of me going downtown to see that Charles guy, he didn't hear anything about any weapon trades or anything in the like. We were lead to that conclusion from the documents Fox procured a while ago. It doesn't make sense." Cinder got a needle and stitches at the ready.

"I see. I heard rumors that the Vacuo branch were lead to dead ends as well. It looks like we have a trained ghost that really doesn't want to leave a trail." Katt nodded.

"What has been the objective since this whole rebellion started?"

"Vale doesn't care about the armed conflict, but there is no way a group of activists turned terrorists could have mobilized an entire army to wage a small war. While Atlas worries about the spread of the conflict, Vale only wants to know who could have started this in the first place. It just seems too perfect for something like this to happen."

Katt and Cinder spent a moment to go silent. Katt was the first to speak up again.

"Well in the Atlas agencies think this could have been done by Mistral extremists. About four years ago, there was a small influx of guns to the angered sub-factions believing the land still belonged to the Faunus."

"Well, they're not wrong." Cinder added.

"Whatever, so we suspected the man named Roman Torchwick to be the one to manage such and ignite a war but he's been sitting pretty in Vacuo. All the surveillance done has done nothing to show any suspicion of the criminal on such a matter."

"So I take it that was a dead end Atlas sent you on?" Cinder finished the last of her stitches.

"Yeah. A couple of agents have turned up dead. One in Mistral, Two in Atlas, and Four in Vacuo." Katt moved her hand under her chin. "What about Vale?"

"None." Cinder lowered her shirt to cover her stomach.

"Figures." Katt shrugged. "Were you summoned here as well?"

"Yeah. I got the word from command and here we are." Cinder took her pants and it was covered in blood at the knee and left ankle. "A contact will arrive here some time tonight."

"Copy that." Katt stepped out the way. "The assassin sure did a number on your leg."

"The blood isn't mine." Cinder smirked.

The both of them left the bedroom and Cinder wondered off into the guest room to get a new set of clothes. Katt sat down at the couch and kicked her legs up on the coffee table. Cinder came back and peeked into the kitchen.

Cinder saw Jaune hover over the stove again and she looked to Jaune's left and noticed a nice pile of meat ready to be cooked. She licked her lips in anticipation. It looked like it would involve something with a pan and noticed that he placed a pork chop on top if as it heated up. Cinder felt all the more excited and her mouth started to water. So with that, she decided to raid his fridge again.

"Did you clean the blood?" Jaune asked as the fridge door open, but he didn't take his eyes away from the pan.

"No, not yet." Cinder took another soda.

"How do you like your pork chops?" Jaune looked over his shoulder.

"Tender on the outside and chewy in the inside." Cinder opened her soda.

"You got it." Jaune looked away. "I heard last week that the current death tolls is about ready to reach four hundred. Has there been any real progress?" Jaune had his specula flip the chop over on the other side. The grease sizzled and a few drops of grease jumped out to his left hand. It wasn't anything serious but it did annoy him.

"According to Velvet, it should be around the three hundred and fifty range." Cinder said before she took a sip out of her drink.

As the pork chops cooked, Jaune took out a knife then started to shave some carrots.

"It'll take me about an hour before I finish. There are some chips in the living room to hold you over before I'm done."

"Sure." Cinder shrugged.

49 Minutes Later

The door opened up as a person used a housekey to enter. Katt and Cinder were already on it with their guns at the ready. Neither of them took the time to warn Jaune in the kitchen.

"Take it easy ladies. It's just me." Sky Lark kept his hands in view as the two women lowered their weapons.

"Hey there Jaune." Sky called out as he walked passed the kitchen.

"Sup' Lark." Jaune stirred some watered cauliflower and broccoli in a small pot.

"Hey Jaune." Sky took off his coat and entered the living room. "Katt."

"Sky." The two spoke coldly to one another.

"Look I know I would love to have some chit chat but I'll get right to the point." Sky Lark said with enough time for Cinder to enter the room.

"We learned very little over the past month. Some of the leads on people are completely false are dead. We just so happen to get some real info for a change thanks to Fox. We've interrogated the known mercenary Grace and she doesn't know anything."

"That's just what she wants us to believe." Cinder added out of spite.

"I know you two have a vendetta against each other but don't let this get to your head. There has been a development about three days ago. Neptune of the Vacuo branch was able to transfer some information that an agent of his died for."

"Who was it?" Cinder asked.

"A man named Sage."

"Condition?" Katt spoke up.

"He was discovered to have three major cuts on his left leg and had seven bullets in his body. Four of which appear to have been added to him even after he was officially dead. What killed him was a clean cut to his femoral artery. He hid a small capsule message which he buried in a gunshot wound that was on his upper right chest."

"What is the message?" Katt leaned forward.

Sky put his hands in his pockets. "It read that there is something going down at the Huntsmen banquet in two days. The rest of the message has been saturated with blood and became completely illegible." Sky moved his hands out of his pockets. "We're being asked to infiltrate the party and see what kind of information we can dig up. It just said there is a deal going on and that is all we have to go off of. Neptune's team has been denied to do the assignment because their superiors ordered them to take care of a side missions a different agent of their completely screwed up."

"That would rule out of us calling support because an event like this would cause too much suspicion and compromise the mission." Katt concluded.

"Yeah, you two are going to infiltrate the building, check all leads and secure the info. But there is another problem with this."

"Like what?"

"Normally we would replace the work force with our implanted security but this event is completely private and all of the current employees hired for the event will be suspicious on who we could send in. We don't want to risk it to fail. That means that I have to go in the as well to provide support in the crowd."

"Great. This should be easy." Katt smiled.

"Not likely. It's expected that a few hundred people, wealthy and supporters to the Huntsmen and Huntress programs will be there. It could take us hours to scan over the crowd to possibly find anything significant. A shadow raid is out of the question, too much at stake here to risk it." Sky Lark.

"So you're saying we'll be low on man power?" Katt frowned.

"Do you want the truth or the lie?" Sky Lark mirrored her expression.

"Truth."

"We're expected to fail with and so command refuses to offer any assistance."

"Well fuck me sideways." Katt rubbed her forehead.

The three of them fell silent.

"Dinner's ready." Jaune called out as he held a tray in his hand with food to every agent in the room. Jaune placed a plate in Sky's hands, and the rest on the coffee table for Katt and Cinder. Jaune went back the kitchen to get his own food and drink. Jaune sat down on his floor and felt excited to take a bite out of the food.

"Hey Jaune." Cinder glanced at him.

"Yeah?" Jaune started to cut a piece off of his pork chop.

"You're going to help us on a mission in a couple of days."

Jaune dropped his metal fork, looked up and his eyes widened. "Say what?"

Yay, I hope all of you like the update. I'm sorry it took so long again but life and college stuff take control of my time now. I'll still work on this story. Thank you for sticking around with me for this long. Have a great day.

Thehidden6lade: Spoiler question. Auto-avoidance activate. ;-) I love me some pizza, especially with olives. Usually coka cola. That's my favorite drink. Thanks.

Benthino: I love it when there is an array of weapons. Yeah, that part was a blast to write. I wanted to make a MGS reference that Blake likes to use cardboard boxes but I wrote it out with Velvet being a voice in her ear instead. I'm glad you like it.

The Flippant Writer: Thank you for voicing your thoughts on the story. I would really love to explain more of my own position but I want to avoid giving away any potential spoilers to the story. So I'll just leave it at this, the same could be said about Jaune in the series itself about him being a faceless extra. He offers not too much to the plot and he exists to be the everyman to the story. Here's the thing about me and I love everyman characters.

ahmadkay2: Thank you for your support. I'm a dude. I guess it's probably my profile pic is what causes the confusion. Have a wonderful day.