A.N. Hey you guys! (Read it like in Goonies). I love that people are reviewing on this story more. Thank you to all who have suggestions, and thank you for all your support! I keep getting distracted with other story ideas that I write down, but I don't post them because I want to keep focus on the stories I have running currently. This story for some reason, is the one I can keep running the most. On my other stories I keep getting sidetracked, writers block, or become disinterested in. But still, thank you all for reading this story and please review.

Michael walked through the back alleyways, trying to through off any shadows, but also not wanting to move to quickly. He hadn't seen anyone that could be following him yet, but that didn't mean he wasn't being tailed. He wasn't using Mask's persona now, so he needed to disappear. He turned the corner and quickly slipped off his coat, hiding his knives inside it along with the shotgun. He removed the contacts and put them in their case and slipped it into his pocket. He quickly walked down the alley into the street and moved towards Doc's shop. He knocked on the door and waited. The door was opened slightly. "Michael?" Doc asked. "What the hell are you doing here this late?"

"You know I wouldn't come here if I didn't think it was necessary," Michael replied. Doc opened the door and ushered Michael inside before closing the door.

"Were you working tonight?" He asked.

"Yeah," Michael answered. "And I lost a bit of blood."

"What injuries do you have?" He asked.

"Right now, just my ear and my cheek," Michael answered. "But that's the problem. My employer had healers on hand, and I couldn't give a real reason to deny their help, so I'm worried they might have slipped something in my wounds while they were healing me."

"Shit, trackers?" Doc cursed.

"Don't know, they numbed me before healing me," Michael replied. "But while you're at it, I'd like a full body check."

"All of it?" Doc asked. "Even semen tests?"

"Yeah," Michael asked. "Better safe than sorry. I was dealing with another slave ring. They were drugged, and one of them was grabbing at my pants, so better safe than sorry."

"Okay," Doc said. "I'll take the blood first and then you can give me the urine and semen samples while I'm out of the room." He handed Michael two small containers and pulled out a fresh needle. Michael extended his arm and felt the slight pinch as blood was pulled into the needle. "I'll be back in about ten minutes. Please don't take too long, I don't want to catch you with your pants down."

"Agreed," Michael said.

Doc walked out the door and with the needle, and moved to his medical devices. He inserted the blood into the machine and moved to his computer. The computer began to run diagnostics on the sample. He watched as information began to pull up on the screen and he rubbed his eyes at it. "What the hell?"

Michael finished his business and as Doc walked back in, he handed him the two containers. "At least you finished quick," Doc said.

"Hey," Michael said. "It's been a while okay?"

"Since what?" Doc asked. "I'm pretty sure most teenage boys get off pretty frequently."

Michael scowled. "Well I'm not a normal teenage boy. You know that Doc."

"Yeah I know," Doc said. "I'll get these going and I'll come back in to get the rest of the tests going."

Michael nodded and as Doc walked out the door, Michael sighed. He hadn't been lying, it had been a long time, but his own personal pleasure had also not been his main focus for almost his entire life. As Doc walked back in, Michael readied himself for the next few tests.

"We'll start with a simple X-ray," Doc explained.

"Well Doc?" Michael asked.

"I don't know," Doc answered. "I mean, I can guess, but I don't know for sure. You have too pieces of something inside you. One in each wound."

"Trackers?" Michael asked.

"Not sure, possibly. However, that means that I'm going to have to pack up shop. Again," Doc sighed. "Well, it's about time I changed location anyway." He turned back to Michael. "Anyway, we'll need to get those out, but what's worrying me is the chemicals in your body."

"What?" Michael asked.

"They had to have pumped it into the rooms with the hostages," Doc continued. "It's a subtle aphrodisiac, and has some other side effects, such as being a gas form of birth control, so when the hostages breath it in, they can't get pregnant."

"What does that have to do with me?" Michael asked.

"You have such a different reaction to poisons, medicines, and just chemicals in general," Doc explained. "So I don't know how it will affect you. However, while we're on the topic, you should technically be sterile." He sighed. "Being a mix between human and grimm, that should be expected, but this chemical has also altered your genetics slightly, where it comes to reproduction. The best way of explaining it would be a coin toss. Your sperm cells are in a state of confusion almost. The bits of the genome that would be incompatible with egg cells are being altered, or are increasing in number."

"So…" Michael began. "I can have children?"

"Maybe," Doc said. "It's a toss up. You either can or you can't, but not necessarily the whole time. They're fluctuating, so you might be able to knock someone up one day, but another day, it's impossible."

"That's confusing," Michael drawled.

"Yes, I don't quite understand it either," Doc said. "But following that, your hormones are also possibly going haywire." He flipped through a few pages. "The drugs could affect your emotional state."

"In what way?" Michael asked.

"From what I can tell," Doc began. "You'll be more possessive, particularly of people, and have an increase in aggression. This could also increase your sex drive, or in turn, just make you more confident. I'm not sure how it will affect you though." He rubbed his eyes. "All things said and done, don't do anything stupid."

"Okay," Michael said. "Now that that's out of the way, can you get the trackers out of me?"

"I can," Doc said. "But anesthesia doesn't work on you, so this will hurt."

"Just do it Doc," Michael said with a roll of his eyes. "And use the micro stitches when you're done will you? I'd rather not have them reopen later."

"I'll do that, and I'll help you heal your ear, your face is already healed," Doc replied.

Michael sat down on an examination table and pulled off his bloodstained shirt and coat. "Think you can get these cleaned quickly?" He asked. Doc nodded and tossed them to another machine that he had found very helpful on occasions past. Michael lay down and Doc wheeled over a small cart, where various tools lay. He picked up a scalpel and turned up the lights.

"Ready?" Doc asked. Michael swallowed nervously, but mentally prepared himself and nodded. Doc began to lower the scalpel. "Making first incision."

"Got it," Doc said as he lifted a small metal bead from Michael's shoulder. He placed it on the tray and picked up a small handheld device that used extremely thin threads to make long series of tiny stitches. He moved it to the clean cut that he had made and with a low whirr, the device quickly ran stitches through Michael's skin though he winced and grabbed at the air, keeping as still as he could. Even having a semblance as painful as his didn't make stitches without anesthesia any fun. The device wound down and Michael sighed in relief. "Do you want to take a break?" Doc asked.

"No, get the last one," Michael said. "We've only got so long." Doc nodded and lifted the scalpel moving to his side. "Making first incision."

Doc washed his hands and Michael wiped off the blood from his body and stretched, testing the stitching. "The stitching feels like it'll hold," Michael said. "But my ear's still sliced."

"I'll stitch that up," Doc said as he picked up the stitcher again. Within a few seconds, Michael's ear had been stitched up. "Well, they'll leave a scar, but it should hopefully be less noticeable. You'll be able to remove the scaring once your soul is healed enough." He turned to the metal beads. "Now to find what these are." He took them to his computer and Michael followed.

As Doc got on the computer Michael picked one up. It was a smooth metal sphere, no opening anywhere. "Hey Doc," he asked. "Got a Magnet?"

"Yeah," Doc answered. "Why?"

"I wanna try something," Michael said. Doc opened a drawer and handed Michael a small magnet. Michael held it close to the sphere, but nothing happened. "Do you have an electromagnet?"

"Uh sure?" Doc answered. "Anything else?"

"Can you change the voltage on it?" Michael asked.

"I can," Doc answered. "Let me get it." He walked away and pulled a large electromagnet with a dial on it and a screen saying the voltage. "What's this for?" He asked.

"In Tartarus," Michael explained. "I saw a set of designs for a special tracking device that only worked with certain voltages of electromagnets."

"Do think this could be it?" Doc asked.

"Perhaps," Michael answered. He turned on the electromagnet and placed the bead on the table. He began to up the voltage steadily as he turned the dial. Other various items began to pull towards the magnet, but still the bead stayed. Michael quickly moved the other objects out of its range and continued. The bead stayed still, until finally, he turned it one last time and the bead shot to the magnet like a bullet, hitting the magnet with a heavy clang. Michael smiled. "Bingo." He turned it off and placed it far across the room, about thirty feet away. He turned it on again, and immediately the bead slammed into the electromagnet within a second.

"Damn!" Doc cursed. "So that's their tracker?"

"It's tiny," Michael said. "And it won't be wiped out by an EMP. It's a fine design, but I don't want one in by shoulder."

"So what do you want to do with them?"

"Let's send them fishing," Michael said. "Drop them in the harbor."

"I can do that," Doc said.

"Alrighty," Michael said. "Now, anything else you find in my body?"

"Well, you did say full body scan, so I checked your soul too," Doc answered. "It's much stronger now. I'd say that in a few more days, you'll be able to take the aura inhibitor out."

"Nice," Michael said. "So I'm almost back to top shape. Thanks Doc."

"So now what?" Doc asked.

"I need to head back to Beacon," Michael said. His eyes widened and he slapped his hand to his forehead. "Shit, how am I gonna get back there?"

"Bullhead?" Doc suggested.

"No, they don't run this late, and I need to be a little more inconspicuous."

Doc sighed. "I've got one thing that might help, but I get the feeling I'll regret it."

"No. Way. In fucking hell!" Michael yelled. "How the hell did you get one of these?!" He stared at a beautiful motorcycle. It was jet black motorcycle, with a windshield that covered the whole front. It was sleek and low to the ground, and the tires were made for all terrain. The front tire extended out and the back tire was a slight bit bigger.

"It's powered by a small arc reactor," Doc explained. "So it never runs out of power."

"I thought those were impossible," Michael said.

"No," Doc explained. "Just super expensive." He smirked at Michael's disbelief. "It can go up to three hundred and fifty miles an hour, and it's suspension system is good enough to take any drop that's less than three hundred feet in the air."

"That's insane," Michael said. "You're not messing with me here are you?"

"That's not all," Doc said with a smile. He clicked a key fob and the motorcycle roared to life, glowing red lines, running down the side and as motor began to hum the two exhaust pipes began to glow red inside. "That glow is the energy running through the motorcycle. The red coloring is just for show."

"It's still badass," Michael stated. "But why are you telling me this?"

"I never get to ride it," Doc said. "So I'm lending it to you. I'm already going to need to change locations, best that I do it as easily as possible."

"There's no way you're just letting me ride this," Michael said.

"I will," Doc said. "Just don't scratch it."

"Okay, fine," Michael said. "But where would I put it?"

"Your locker?" Doc said.

"My locker isn't that big," Michael said.

"Sure it is," Doc countered as he pushed another button on the key fob. The motorcycle turned off and began to fold in on itself, parts moving about until it was in a rectangular box that was a little less than half the size of his locker.

"Doc," Michael said. "Are you messing with me?" He asked. "Please tell me you aren't."

"Nope," Doc said. "Now, I believe you've got somewhere to be? Just don't scratch it."

Michael pulled on his freshly cleaned shirt, snorting as it had apparently shrunk in the wash. Now it was tight across his chest and the stitches easily showed through. He pulled on his coat as well, and breathed out a sigh of relief. It hadn't shrunk, so it still fit him well. He handed Doc the shotgun. "Make sure this gets destroyed, okay?" Doc nodded and tossed Michael the keys. Michael climbed onto the motorcycle and started it. It hummed to life and he smiled widely. "This is awesome." He revved the engine and as the garage door opened, Michael gunned it, flying out into the streets. He pushed the speed, going well above the speed limit. He looked behind him to see trails of energy coming out of the exhaust pipes and laughed. "I love this thing!"

He passed all traffic, blowing by everything, keeping low, limiting the air resistance as much as possible. He laughed as he watched through the windshield, his red eyes bright with exhilaration. He weaved through traffic, leaving a trail of red light in his wake and as he came to where the city met the forest, he continued on with no hesitation. The wheel's had enough traction to continue on and continue on he did, increasing the speed even more.

Weaving through trees, he leaped gulleys and small ditches with ease, never once slowing down. His eyes flickered down to the speedometer to see the needle around a hundred and sixty seven miles per hour. "Oh we can go faster than that," he said with a grin. He increased the speed and shot off towards Beacon.

Velvet looked out the window at the forest, still running her mind over what she had heard Michael say. What could be going on? "Are you going to bed?" She turned to see Coco standing behind her, still in her day outfit, but surprisingly with her sunglasses off. Fox and Yatsuhashi were already in bed, and she could see Yatsuhashi's feet sticking off the bed. She gave a slight giggle at it. Yatsuhashi had asked for a bigger bed, but unfortunately Beacon had not had one big enough. A bed for him would be coming in the next few days, but he had made due with a small table and pillow placed at the foot of his bed.

"He'll get a bed for his size soon," Coco said, seeing Velvet laugh again. "But still, usually you'd be in bed by now, so what's up?"

"It's nothing," Velvet said.

"Cardin?" Coco asked. "I can go kick his ass if you want."

"No," Velvet denied. "It wasn't Cardin. It's Michael actually."

Coco looked at her with surprise. "Michael? Did he do something?"

"No," Velvet answered. "He said something."

"What did he say?" Coco asked dangerously calm.

Velvet shifted nervously. "I don't know if I should say."

Coco sighed. "Velvet, please let me help you."

Velvet was about to answer when she heard the sound of a motor. He bunny ears perked up and turned towards the sound. She looked out the window to see a red light moving through the forest quickly. Very quickly. It stopped at the edge of campus and the light went out. The sound of the motor also stopped.

"What is it?" Coco asked.

"I heard something," Velvet answered.

"What did you hear?" Coco asked.

"I think a motor of some kind," Velvet answered. "But the bullheads aren't running right now."

"Where's those binoculars I took from Cardin," Coco muttered.

"Why'd you take binoculars from Cardin?" Velvet asked.

"He was using them to try to see into some other team's rooms while they were changing," Coco answered.

"That's weird," Velvet said. "And disgusting, even for him."

"Anyway," Coco continued. She pulled out a pair of good binoculars. "Here we go." She handed them to Velvet who looked out the window. She looked towards where she saw the light and saw Michael, wearing a trenchcoat and holding a large case. His shirt was stretched tight across his body and she could see a few lines that rose through the material. "It's Michael," she said.

"What?" Coco asked. "May I see?" Velvet handed the binoculars to her and Coco's brow furrowed in thought. "What's he doing out so late?"

"I don't know," Velvet said. She thought for a minute. "Coco, can you do something for me?"

Michael walked into the locker room and quickly placed the folded motorcycle in his locker. It was surprisingly light and he praised modern technology for its ease of transport. He shut the locker and took of his trench coat, hanging it over his arm. He whistled a jaunty tune as he almost felt his bank account filling up. He'd be able to buy anything he needed for a long time, especially with the stock's he'd invested in. Why, maybe he'd be able to take over Schnee Dust company eventually. He already owned forty percent of the company, though it was all split across different aliases. As he thought about his last mission, he wondered about Mask. Would he have to deal with him? Eh, didn't matter right then. What he was more worried about was the hostages. If they'd been drugged for long periods of time, it could be life changing for them and possibly impact their future. Honestly, the scum that run those ring were better off dead.

"Michael," he heard. He turned to see Velvet standing there wringing her hands nervously. "Um, could I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure Velvet," Michael asked. "You want to do it here?"

"Well no," she said. "But we can't do it at my room, my teammates are asleep."

"Okay, well if we're quiet, we can talk in my room," Michael said.

"We can just talk over in the training room," Velvet said nervously.

"Uh, okay?" Michael replied. Why the training room? "Planning on getting in some late night training?"

"I couldn't sleep," Velvet said.

Michael shrugged. "Okay, lead the way."

Velvet turned and kept as calm as she could. If she was wrong, she'd be accusing him of something and that could tear all chances of getting to know him down. But if she was right, he might try to kill her. She swallowed nervously at the thought. That was why she had asked Coco for help. Coco would be in the training room, hopefully hidden, and able to help her if things went sour.

"So, is Cardin still bothering you?" Michael asked.

"No," she said. "After last time, he's left me alone. But he'll probably be back at it later."

"And I'll kick his ass again," Michael said. "You know, I really don't like bullies."

"I could tell," Velvet said.

"Could you?" He asked. "I guess I'm just a little too easy to read then?" He asked with a smile. "I'm just an open book to you I'm guessing?"

"No," she said with a blush. "You're not an open book at all." He lost his smile, instead getting a sad look that he quickly replaced with a smirk.

Velvet opened the door and Michael followed her into the training room. Velvet turned and faced him and considered her next words. Coco should be hidden well and hopefully this shouldn't have any problems. Hopefully.

"Michael?" she began. He looked at her. "I… I heard some things you said." She began.

"Okay?" He replied.

"Today," she continued. "You were talking on the scroll with someone."

"And?" He asked.

"I heard something about a mission," she said. "And you were talking like you were crazy." She felt a few tears come to her eyes. "Is everything here a lie?" She didn't dare wipe her eyes and lose sight of him. "Do you not care about anyone here at all?"

Michael let his face fall into an impassive state. "I see. Did you tell anyone else about this?" She shook her head. "Okay. That's good. It's best that people don't rely on hearsay." He leaned against the door. "But why're you so scared? I'm not going to hurt you or anything. It just means I wasn't cautious enough. He rubbed his face, and looked around quickly. He saw a dull shine peeking out from the janitor's closet. "But then again, you really must not trust me." He said.

"What are you talking about?" Velvet said nervously.

"What was it you said?" Michael mused. "That your teammates are asleep?" He laughed. "Good choice of words. I'm assuming two of them are asleep, but you have one other person with you. Probably Coco or Yatsuhashi. Coco seems more likely as you two are closer and she's quite handy in a long range fight." Velvet tried to keep her face calm, but Michael could see that he was right. Her eyes gave it away. "Coco, come out of the closet." Nothing. "Fine, then if you won't come out," he slipped on his jacket. "I'll leave." He turned towards the door. The janitor's closet opened and Coco stepped out with her minigun ready to fire.

"I'm out," Coco said. "Now what?"

"If you think I'm going to fight you," Michael said. "You're wrong. I'd beat you easily, and I have no need to do that."

"Sure you could," Coco said disbelievingly.

"I could," Michael said. "But I don't have any reason to fight you, nor do I want you dead." He sighed. "I suppose you want answers?" Velvet nodded. "Fine," he walked to a rack of folding chairs and pulled out three. "You'll want to take a seat," he said as he set one up against the wall and the others facing it. Velvet tentatively took a seat and Michael sat against the wall. Coco remained where she was standing.

Velvet waited for his answer, hope shining in her eyes that he wasn't a bad person.

"Coco," Michael said tiredly. "Sit down, I'm not going to hurt you."

"How do I know that?" She asked.

"Okay," Michael said. "This is what I hate. Distrust. You have good reason not to trust me

right now, but you're acting off of hearsay. That's just stupid." Coco stiffened slightly. "Coco, sit down," he said finally. "Or do I have to take your toy away?" She scowled at him. "Coco." He said in a tone that implied finality. "Sit down." She finally turned her gun back into it's handbag form and took the other chair.

"One wrong move…" she warned.

"And you'll try to kill me," Michael finished. "I know." He sighed. "Okay, explanation time. I'm a mercenary. Well, kinda. I'm more under a paid contract than a mercenary because I only take certain jobs. I play for keeps and I kill those I have to. I work for the government of Vale, but the figureheads don't know that. I get paid very well, and I use an alias each time I take a mission. That's what you heard Velvet. I was acting under an alias, and really trying to sell my character as an insane mercenary." She nodded in understanding. "And before you ask why, it's because I did this before. I work for very specific contracts, specifically, slaving rings, or sex slave trade. Vale calls me, gives me a slave ring name and location, and I go in. I kill all the criminals, and I rescue the hostages."

"People do that?" Velvet asked, appalled by the thought.

"Yeah," Michael said. "And the reason I work for Vale is because they caught me doing it before. I had taken out a ring and they came in. I disarmed their agents, and they tried to ask me questions. I told them I was under a contract and I gave them a dummy number that I set up to transfer all calls to my scroll."

"And they called you?" Coco asked.

"Yup," Michael explained. "I get paid very well, and am given much more information on them than I would working by myself, and they get to send in one man who can take out the whole group."

"So everyone wins?" Coco asked. "Is that what you're saying?"

"Basically," Michael said. "Though I kinda win more than they do. They want to take the criminals captive. I won't stand for it." His face darkened. "They're worse than animals and have no right to live. That's how I see it."

Velvet looked at him with fear and awe. "But you only kill the criminals?"

"Yeah," Michael answered. "The only problem is that Vale seems to want their criminals still living."

"Because we believe in justice," Coco said.

"No," Michael said. "Justice is equal. An eye for an eye is equal. Taking the life of a murderer is justice. Destroying the life of many is enough to forfeit your right to live."

"By that logic, any businessman should be killed," Coco spat.

"No," Michael said. "What draws a grimm?"

"Negative emotion," Coco replied.

"And what runs through a rape victim's mind when it happens?" Michael asked. "Nothing but fear, anger, pain, grief, and torment. And these are not just singularly raped victims. No they're locked away, and raped over and over. This isn't just about them anymore. Now they're a beacon to all grimm. It's no longer just destroying their lives, but also endangering hundreds of others as grimm are drawn towards their pain and suffering. The pain and suffering of the victims are enough to convince me to kill the creeps that do that. The danger to others that they add? Just more reason to kill them."

"So you feel justified in killing them?" Coco asked.

"Yes," Michael answered. "We are in a war for survival Coco. A war against soulless monsters, and these people are traitors." He stood up and walked to the door.

"Michael," Velvet said. He turned to her. "I trust you." She said. "I may not agree with your view exactly, but understand."

Coco looked at him with an expression he couldn't read but she didn't say anything. At least, not until he grabbed the door handle. "Michael," she said. "Just don't do anything you'll regret."

Michael gave a dry laugh. "There are many things I regret, Coco, avenging others is not one of them." And with that he gave a sad smile and walked out the door.

Coco and Velvet walked into their room and closed the door quietly. Velvet quietly walked to her wardrobe to change and Coco did the same. The other two on their team were still sound asleep, and they didn't need that to change. Coco breathed out a sigh and turned to Velvet. "That could have gone much worse," she said. "Is that why you wanted me to help back you up?"

"Yes," Velvet said quietly. "I… I don't know what I expected. I mean, he's the same person, we just know more about him now."

"Yeah?" Coco said. "Isn't justice what we're supposed to dispense?" She snorted. "He seems so sure of himself. He's not even self righteous really."

"So what changed your opinion of him?" Velvet asked.

"Nothing changed," Coco said. "Actually, I'm kinda relieved. I mean, he was just too perfect. Good grades, funny, kind to others, a good sense of justice and morals, at least, I thought. And being smoking hot didn't hurt."

"Do you like him too?" Velvet breathed out.

"Me and just about every girl in the school," Coco said. "But I was worried, because when something seems too good to be true, it probably isn't." She sighed and gave a slight smile. "Knowing he's not perfect is actually kind of a relief actually. I mean, if he was perfect, why would he settle for anyone here?" She walked to her bed and Velvet soon walked to her bed.

"Should we tell anyone?" Velvet asked.

"No," Coco answered. "I don't think so. He kept it secret for a reason, and secrets are hard to keep when other people know."

"You think he's told his teammates?" Velvet asked.

"I don't know," Coco answered. "I really don't know."

A.N. Yay! Another chapter finished! This one's a bit of a wrap up for that last chapter. I hope you guys enjoy this story, but heads up, I might start another one soon, because I got a really good idea for a story and I don't want to lose it. I'm not discontinuing this story, but I might have another story that I am writing at the same time. Anyway, have a good day, and please review.