Jorge had just arrived at Beacon when he got a call from the infirmary saying that someone was asking about the man who was suspected in the murder of Pyrrha Nikos. When he arrived he was greeted by an unexpected sight.

"Galmaron?" he said his word more of a question than a statement. The "oldest" Telmarvak had more or less backed himself out of the world after Suzanna's first death. Jorge had been meaning to contact him to tell him that she had been brought back but he hadn't been able to reach him.

"Jorge, have you seen this man?" quickly Galmaron held up a photo of a man with a chin strap facial hair that stopped for a ⅛ of an inch before a heavy goatee that left off at the mustache. His countenance was downtrodden and he seemed as though he was staring out into nothingness.

Jorge was in shock. "Gal," he said guiding him to an empty room before saying. "How did you get a photo of Hazel Reinhardt? He is one of the most dangerous men on the planet."

"That's simple, I trained him I practically raised him and for the past 11 years, I have been trying to find him. Jorge, he is practically my son."

That answered many of Jorge's questions. How he was trained so well, where he came from, and what gave him the ambition to seemingly start a one-man war with Ozpin. Jorge's face took on a somber expression as he said. "Gal he just killed a pregnant woman, and there's more. Gal Suzanna is dead."

Now it was Gal's turn to grow more serious. "Jorge, Suzanna is already dead. She has been for years."

Jorge looked down with a slight face of shame, "Orin brought her back. I don't know the exact details but he did. Gal, she is gone I felt it in the force. I think it may have been Hazel."

Galmaron was staggered by Jorge's words. Stepping back and falling into a chair. "What, how?"

It was not what Jorge had expected but it also made sense. After all, he saw himself as Hazel's father so he would blame himself for this. He most likely thought that he failed both Hazel and Suzanna.

"This wasn't your fault Gal," Jorge said. He knew that it probably wouldn't help but it was all he could say.

"Damn it. I lost her, I lost her again. Dammit." Galmaron said. His eyes had begun to water and he looked at Jorge and said. "Did you ever find out what happened to Suzanna's mother?"

Jorge thought for a moment to find the best response. " no, I was never even told that Suzanna existed. All Orin told me was your marriage fell apart and then you fell off the grid."

Galmaron nodded slightly "that is all true but after Suzanna died Jochebed and I had hit a rough patch, but I loved her so I tried to work through it. But the loss of our daughter hit her harder than I knew." he was crying now this was a painful memory for him and Jorge knew it. Pouring a cup of water and handing it to his kin. Taking a breath Galmaron continued. "She packed her car full of explosives and drove into the center of a white fang compound. She blamed them for Suzanna's death so she decided to kill as many of them as she could."

Galmaron needed to stop for a moment. And after he had regained his composure he said. "After she was gone the only thing I still had was Hazel so I began to look for him. That is where I have been for the last 11 years."

It explained why Galmaron had fallen off the grid.

"Jorge, how did she die?" Galmaron asked. He wanted to know the truth about his daughter

"I don't know for now but I know it happened yet, I have feelers in the VPD when they find her I will let you know." after he spoke Jorge had a scroll call that he was about to ignore when Galmaron told him to take.

"I'll be fine," the elder Telmarvak said. He was deep into his own mind now. He was fighting the darkness within himself.

Nodding Jorge stepped out and hit the answer button. "Go for Telmarvak," he said.

"Sir," came the reply. It was Xi-jinn Freeman, Jorge's man inside of the VPD. "we found her sir."

…

Suzanna had just left the room to get Martin a cup of water when she first felt it. A presence she had felt before and while she knew not where it was from it filled her with an unholy dread. She fell into the nearest seat and started looking around. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary she closed her eyes and she reached out into the force. She wasn't very practiced at it but thanks to her Telmarvak blood she was naturally gifted at it as well. Soon she felt it a presence that seemed to be the cause of her dread. Focusing in on it she was left with a direction. It was vague but she knew that it was a start.

Following the feeling, she caught a glimpse of what she thought was the source of her feelings. He was a large man, extremely large he stood at least 7 foot 4. And he looked to weigh almost 400 pounds. Truly a giant man. He was leaving the hospital but Suzanna knew that she needed to follow him. There was something about him that seemed to cloud her senses in the force and she needed to fix that.

She followed him from a distance for several halls of the hospital until she saw him leave. Then she waited for a minute and went after him. Using the force she followed him she was careful to not get to close and to never actually make eye contact with him.

She had followed him for almost two hours before she began to worry that she had been made. But he never tried to lose her he would simply stop into a small shop for a time before he began to move again. She was beginning to get worried that she had been following a random man for no reason other than he gave her a weird feeling. The longer she worried the more innocent the man looked. But she followed on, listening to her gut.

An hour later she made a mistake. She made eye contact with him. And then he was gone. He ran faster than a man his side should have been able to and she began to run to keep up with him. Suzanna saw him dash into an alleyway and she went after him. When she reached the corner she stopped and then all at once turned the corner and looked in the back of the dark dead end street. She began to walk down the way and when she reached a dumpster she snapped around the side and saw a small doll. And then…

Hazel found it disgustingly easy for him to sneak into the hospital that Tyrion said the Nikos girl was staying in. when he found the room he felt his heart grow heavy. The Nikos girl was asleep and she had a fetal monitor on, a further inspection showed that there was a small boy napping while he was curled into her side. What he was about to do went against his every fiber being.

But this woman had murdered his niece. The police reports that Watts had somehow gotten had made it clear that Penelope had the girl dead to rights and yet somehow his niece was killed by a blow that couldn't have come from someone as severely injured as the Nikos girl was. That coupled with the fact that the Nikos girl survived her injuries told Hazel that this was a cover-up.

Yet somethings still didn't make sense. The police report had listed Penelope under the fake identification that Watts had given her. That meant that either no one knew her identity and Ozpin covered up the murder of an innocent civilian. Which was not beyond the monster to do if he felt it help him grow his army of brainwashed children. Or his niece had been targeted and this was all an elaborate trap to draw him in.

Shaking the thoughts of the moment aside Hazel focused on his objective. This girl had killed his niece and she had to be made to pay for her actions. Reaching into his pocket Hazel withdrew the syringe that he had filled with succinylcholine derivatives that Watts had provided him with. In truth, the doctor was like an uncle to Penelope and he wanted her killer dead almost as much as Hazel did. Watts said the drug would both sedate then kill the victim.

Injecting the contents into the I.V. of the sleeping Nikos would kill her in relative peace. She seemed to already be under sedation so she definitely wouldn't be waking up. And it would mimic the effects of a morphine overdose.

With the poison administered Hazel then used the same syringe to extract as much of the Morphine from the machine as he could. To the hospital's credit, it would have been difficult to get the code for the machine so he opted to not deal with the machine at all, the poison would make it look like a morphine overdose and with the amount of morphine missing from the machine it would be considered a mechanical error.

His business almost concluded Hazel switched off the fetal monitor and the heart rate monitor alarms. Hazel then left the hospital as quickly as he could without drawing suspicion. His little trick with the alarms would only buy him a few minutes so he needed to move fast.

Having left the hospital Hazel continued to travel through streets of Vale on his way to his safehouse. But there was something wrong. He was being followed but he couldn't tell how or by who. He had ducked into several stores and watched the doors, he went in one exist and then snuck out the back one. He even went into one building and then busted through a basement wall so that he could leave through a different building.

All of that and yet he still felt like he was being followed. This game of cat and mouse played out for several hours until Hazel finally got lucky. He saw her. A girl about 18 years of age. She was several blocks back and was staring directly at him. She had to be the one tailing him. Wheeling around Hazel began to run to the nearest alleyway. He was careful to not run as fast as he was able to. If this plan was going to work then he would need to have her underestimate his speed.

As he ran past a dumpster he tossed one of Penelope's old dolls behind it. The small plaything would keep making noise until either it was turned off or the battery died. Hazel hated using the doll like that but it was all he had.

With her footsteps approaching her had to move fast dropping to a crouch Hazel then leaped up and just cleared the roof of the one-story building he then ripped a brick off of the side of the wall and strode over to the other side of the building. He watched her turn down the alleyway and when she reached the dumpster the noise from the toy drew her attention she turned her head offering a shot at her temple.

Holding the brick like a football Hazel threw it as hard as he could. The force wouldn't kill her thanks to her aura but it would make her much easier to kill afterward.

Or at least that was the plan when the brick connected and all but destroyed her head Hazel realized that she had no aura. Which was odd but not the most important thing now.

With his follower, dead Hazel continued on about his way completely unaware the role his actions played in the plans of others.