Ruby sped out of the factory's lot and veered out to her left, cruising down the road as she checked her GPS. The destination was about a mile and a half away, down in the industrial district of town by a skyscraper under construction. She continued to race down the road, cutting through traffic lights and cutting between blaring vehicles as she called Blake. "Blake, listen, I got a job lined up..."

"Great, when do we start?"

"Right now, there's a van with some gas at the Vale Docks. Weiss is probably monitoring this call, she'll hook you up with the directions."

"Wait, who is she?"

"The one who hooks up all of the jobs, we're robbing a dust shop. The place isn't your ordinary dust shop, the place has got millions on display just in the shelves, probably better stuff in back. But, whatever, we just need that gas, throw it in the air vents and we knock everyone out. Oh, just one can, two will kill the people inside."

"Shit, that's a slim margin for error..."

"Exactly what I said, so be careful when you're driving so you don't break the canisters. Bring those to that old garment factory off the Vale Freeway and then we're kicking the job off immediately."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting us a van and suits so they don't question why we're wearing gas masks."

"Alright, I'm heading out now."

"Good luck, kid."

Ruby spotted the truck in the distance, a large, black, box-shaped van with the words, "Verminator" written on the side, alternating blue, yellow, red, and pink for each letter. She stomped on the breaks, her tires squealing and staining the road with the black tar of her tires. She was four cars behind the van at the latest stoplight, the massive highrise of steel girders and cement floors to their left. The van turned left, Ruby and another car turning with it. Suddenly, the speakers on Ruby's cars echoed with Weiss' voice, "Ruby, the plan's changed."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"The van isn't stopping where the GPS said it is, I'm monitoring the calls, their going to the Vale Airport for a quick rat job. Ruby, take the driver out before he gets there, you won't be able to follow him and the least bit of a suspicious act, let alone stealing a van or firing a gun, will land you in prison and end it all."

The stereo in her car once again switched back to Vale Classic Rock, the woman pounding her fist on the steering wheel as she merged into the left lane of traffic, speeding through the empty lane to catch up alongside the van. The traffic stopped once again at another red light, Ruby staring up at the man in a gray jumpsuit beside her. She continued to glare up at him until he turned his attention to her, the stern woman turning her attention back to the road and what her next move should be. She could just shoot him and steal the car, but what about her car? They'd track her down in a day, easy. She could rap the van off course, maybe down an alley, take out the driver, park her car, and then take the van. It was crazy, but those plans usually worked. Right as the light transitioned back to green, she saw it, a large alleyway less than half a block away, wide enough for her car and the van, easy. She sped out ahead of the van, the front half of her car ahead of it. Right as they were within 15 feet of the opening, she spun the steering wheel to the right, ramming into the van and forcing it onto the sidewalk. Everything was working, but then she realized how sharp of a turn she was going to make. She couldn't force this van and her car into that alleyway at such an angle, even if she did she'd be crushed into the wall. She let off the van, cursing as she had probably lost her chance, when it struck the corner of the alleyway. The momentum it had stopped instantly, a crash of glass and a man screaming filling the air for a few moments before a crunch and splatter signaled silence. Ruby got out of her car, nearly falling as her ankles buckled, the criminal cussing and throwing the heels out into the street as checked the gory scene, covering her mouth as a powerful gag forced its way up from her stomach. The driver had been catapulted through the windshield head first, his forearms, hands, and face jutting with glass. The crown of his skull had a near-perfect "V" shape pressed into it from his contact with the wall, brain matter and blood pouring out of the wound and onto the hood of the van. Ruby's phone rang out again, she answered it in a hushed voice, trying to force the contents of her stomach back where they belonged, "Hello?"

"Alright, you're creative, I like it! Just get the body off of the van and head over, I've already got someone heading for your car, it'll be here by the time we're done."

The call rang dead without further notice, Ruby giving one last weak glance to the corpse before pressing on. She turned her head away as she grasped its wrist, pulling it off of the hood and dropping it to the ground with a sickening thud and release of more brain fluid on Ruby's feet. She couldn't hold it any longer, she vomited all over the sidewalk, the painful dry heaves persisting for nearly another minute before she got in the van, backing it away from its crash site and hummed back out into the traffic, crushing the corpse's head under her right tires.


Blake pulled up outside the small warehouse, sprinting out of her car and to the wall of the short end of the rectangular building. She peered around her left, nearly a dozen garage doors on both sides were left wide open, men clad in orange conversing with one another and going over usual business. Blake's phone rang out, the faunus girl plunging her hand in her pocket and answering the call, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest, "Who is this?!"

"This is your new employer if you do this right. You have two ways of getting those gas canisters out of there. Either sneak in the way to your right and get in the van without anyone noticing, or you can run in and take them all out. By the looks of your phone being left on instead of vibrate, the first one is more likely, you've got someone coming."

The phone call ended just as a man called out to her, "What are you doing here?"

Blake turned to face a tired man with a black goatee and stubble along his jawline. She gently put her phone back in her pocket before answering in a soft voice, "I need something from here."

"You clearly aren't old enough to be here, and you shouldn't, the docks aren't the kind of place for a girl like you."

"I'm full of surprises." she replied, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the man and reached for the handle of her sword.

"Listen, I'm not gonna tell you again, either get out of here or..." he said, grabbing her arm and pulling toward him.

Blake drew the sword from its scabbard on her back, slamming it into the man's arm and slicing it clean off at the midpoint of his forearm. He dropped to his knees, screaming with a hand wrapped around the stump pouring blood. His screams were silenced by a another swing of Blake's blade, the man's terrified expression glued to his decapitated head. Blake had no more time to waste, she sprinted around the corner and was confronted by the rest of the man's crew, pipes, wrenches, and hammers in hand. She converted her sword into its pistol form, taking aim and firing at one man, striking him just above the eyebrow. The rest of the men charged, the gun turning to a sword once more as she drew the sharpened scabbard from her back, holding it in a knife grip on the hole for her fingers. She was attacked at first by three men, Blake blocking all three blows at once with the scabbard and swinging with her sword, gutting all three men. A sledgehammer came at her next, Blake was barely able to duck the blow and swing her scabbard at the man, amputating his leg at the knee and sending him to the ground in agony. She stabbed down into his temple as more men still attacked, but stopped and slowly backed up as the blood-drenched girl stared at them. She put her scabbard at her back and converted her sword to a gun once more, throwing and firing it at the same time, catapulting it at the cluster of men. The ribbon stretched as the gun flew past a man's head, she pulled it back and it wrapped around the men's necks several times, clumping them together like a multi-bodied hydra, the blade impaling the throat of the man she had just missed. She gave one more hard tug and the gun went around the circle of men, decapitating each one in it's saw-like motion. She grabbed her gun as it flew back at her, putting the sword in its sheathe and running for the van, her phone ringing once more. "Good God, that was amazing! Fuck it, you're hired, you have got the job, milady! Just get in that van of gas, someone will pick up your car, and bring it to the GPS destination I linked on your phone. We've got the jumpsuits and the team here waiting for you, just hose yourself off before you come in...oh wait, sorry...cat thing, I forgot. Just get here and we'll go over the plan."