With her car relieved of all but its most essential components (which was more than she could say for any of the vehicles in its wake), Weiss had no trouble holding up her scroll with one hand to scan the passing buildings while she drove.

"How does this work again?" she asked Pyrrha.

"It picks up Aura signatures."

"But how does it know if they're criminals?"

"Um..."

The scroll beeped, turning one of the silhouettes a condemning red color.

"Never mind," said Weiss. "Found 'im."

She slammed her foot on the gas pedal and it broke through the floor, getting left behind on the road, but nonetheless boosted the car's velocity. One hand still gripping the wheel, Weiss stood up on the seat as she steered directly into a wall. The car being little more than a flat slab with wheels, it successfully acted as a catapult, tossing her over the wall as it was destroyed ("it" could refer either to the car or the wall here); after a few seconds of soaring like a Nevermore, Weiss caught herself with a sideways glyph, stopping dead in midair, and deftly flipped down onto the nearest rooftop.

The rooftop happened to belong to some kind of eatery shaped like a giant chocolate chip cookie, so her footing was a tad uneven, but she managed easily even in heels.

Dusting off her peacoat, she looked more carefully at the scroll still in her hand.

"He's on the TV building, alright," she confirmed.

"Do you need any backup?" Pyrrha asked.

Eyes locked onto the towering skyscraper before her, Weiss responded, "I'm going to do you a favor and pretend you didn't just ask that question." Then in one motion, she ended the call, flipped the scroll in the air, and caught it in her pocket.

Drawing Myrtenaster, she pointed at the base of the building and slowly raised the rapier up. As she did, a series of glyphs appeared along the tower's stony face.

"Grapple guns..." Weiss muttered in disgust as she did so.

Near the top of the building, giant letters spelled out "RWBYCTVBC," with the last few crudely painted onto a giant wooden board which was crudely hanging off the side of the... Look, it's that one Spongebob joke. Smitty something.

Anyway, once the glyphs were done, Weiss conjured one more behind her and jumped onto it. It changed from white to black, pulled its center backward a bit, and then launched her like a cannon at the skyscraper. She of course stuck the landing onto the wall exactly in the center of the lowest glyph, and without fuss began running upward, presumably with her hands outstretched backward since this is pseudo-anime.

As she traveled, a news helicopter appeared and followed her up, a man hanging out one side with a camera on his shoulder.

"THIS JUST IN FOLKS!" he shouted over the wind. "A MEMBER OF RWBY CITY'S FINEST IS NOW IN PURSUIT OF THE CRIMINAL, RUNNING STRAIGHT UP THE WALL LIKE SPIDER-MAN!"

With the slightest flick of her hand, Weiss conjured a tiny glyph that snuck the lens cap back on to cut off his feed. Hopefully he wouldn't notice for a while.

In no time, the rooftop was approaching, and Weiss flipped over the ledge with absolutely no regard for the utterly dizzying height behind her.

It was, of course, a nice, big, flat, wide open rooftop with only the perpetrator around, perfect for a fight.

Cardin was hunched over, oblivious to his imminent arrest. Weiss cracked her knuckles, grinned manically, and strutted toward him.

The tap of her heels seemed to give her away, as Cardin whirled around alarmedly, eyes widening. In his hands he clutched the box labeled "W."

"Game's up," said Weiss, folding her arms and leaning with her weight on one foot. "Hand over the bugs."

Cardin raised an eyebrow. "And no one gets hurt?" he prompted.

Weiss glared. "Don't put words in my mouth."

Cardin sighed, and, slowly, he lowered the cardboard box onto the ground.

But then he drew himself up to his full - considerable - height, and smirked.

"I bet you're wondering why I stole a bunch of rapier wasps, anyway," he said.

"I don't care," said Weiss.

"Oh, but I think you will. You see, my Semblance... I call it Insectromancy."

Weiss threw her hands up. "Hey, what you do on your own time is none of my business."

He didn't falter. "Joke if you like. They're your final breaths, after all."

He raised his own hands to either side, and a stream of wasps flew out of the box, spiraling around him to collect into a cloud over his head.

Weiss sighed, drawing her sword again. "Let's get this over with," she said.