I know I know another short chapter. Sorry guys, I just break the chapters where it feels appropriate. I promise some longer ones will be in your future. Still... good luck reviewers. I hope I'm not going to fast, but still... good luck... everyone else enjoy at your leisure.

That night Oscar, acting as confident as possible, strutted throughout the decks of the ship, searching for the officers mess. We kept his head down, unsure if there were camera's onboard. He stopped for a moment when he heard footsteps approaching from somewhere farther down the ship. He knew that they had to be crew members. All the passengers were no doubt at the formal dinner held in the main dining hall. He glanced around, keeping his panic at bay, trying to find a way out of this situation.

"Crap," He whispered to himself, finding none. Oscar grit his teeth and kept walking forward, knowing that the only way to get through this undetected was to try and make the encounter as brief as possible. He walked down the hallway, and turned the corner, at the corner he slipped by the two oncoming crew members and continued down the hallway. They barely even bothered to take notice of him. Oscar smirked to himself and continued through the hall with renewed confidence. Oscar walked into a small lobby and stood before the map of the ship. He examined it closely. He had no idea where he was going, suspicious enough, but he also didn't want to get caught trying to learn the ship's layout, more suspicious. A real catch-22 but Oscar needed to take the risk to complete the mission. He quickly mapped out the quickest path to the ship's main dining room, and started up the steps.

Weiss and Blake sat comfortably in the main dining hall. Since they were the most well versed in proper etiquette, they decided they would be the ones to scout the cruise's formal dinner. They were placed at a table at a center of the room, perfect for their purposes. They could easily glance around, and monitor every section of the dining hall without appearing as such. As they worked Blake couldn't help but be amused by Weiss's apparent annoyance at her sister's actions.

"How dare she think I can't make my own decisions. I'm a grown woman." Weiss complained, watching one of the room's back entrances.

"I mean… she's also technically your step mother in law?" Blake said with increasing uncertainty.

"That doesn't give her the right. I should be able to ruin my life and to do it with whomever I please." Weiss countered.

"You speak so highly of him." Blake joked. Weiss rolled her eyes.

"My point stands."

"I think you're just pissy that Zade lost." Blake teased a little, finding some fun the heiress's annoyance.

"Am not." Weiss declared. "Have you been hanging out with Yang more recently or did something good happen with Darron? You're cheerier than usual." Weiss countered.

"Something good always happens with Darron. Then something bad, then something worse, and then it just levels out. I've accepted the pattern Mrs. Branwen." Blake shot back. Blake could barely contain her laughter as Weiss fumed about the surname she acquired technically but not legally, since neither of them had bothered to fill out the paperwork for Atlas and Vale.

"It's still Schnee." Weiss stated, slowly and threateningly.

"Of course Mrs. Branwen." Blake responded, making Weiss want to slam her head down hard on the table, defeated.

"Well whatever happened, I'm glad you're happy about it." Weiss congratulated, Blake smiled back thankfully and the two continued their charade of being simple cruise goers.

Yang was stationed in the kitchen, put there on the double assumption that the fugitives didn't bring any food, nor would they travel in a group due to risk concern. Yang wore a large chef's jacket and had her hair tied up in a bun. Anything to try and make her look a little less conspicuous. Yang stood near the door leading out the back of the kitchen, watching the chef's go about their work. Yang was jealous of Weiss and Blake, getting to eat such delicious food. Yang could've sworn they were artists instead of chef's as they rushed around the kitchen dispensing dishes faster than she had ever seen. Yang's mouth watered and she shook her head to refocus herself back on her job. Yang peeked out the door, curious to see what was on the other side of it. Sadly, there were no bad guys for too kick ass. She slipped back into the chair she had and groaned, somehow entranced and bored. She fiddled with Ember Celica, compacted on her wrists. She wished she could've texted Allister to alleviate some of her boredom, but she knew she needed to be far more focused on the job at hand. Yang, for a few moments, started to zone out, until the door leading out into the ship opened up. Yang shot to attention as she saw a man enter the compartment. Yang looked at him suspiciously. He wasn't wearing a chef's outfit, rather it was one of the normal crew members. He started to walk towards the back of the kitchen when Yang stood up and blocked his path.

"Can I help you?" Yang asked. The man looked at her, seemingly surprised for a moment before calmly answering.

"I'm here to bring dinner up to the captain. He likes to eat up in the bridge, doesn't want to leave anything alone for even a moment up there." the man explained.

"What's your name?" Yang pressed, still getting an uneasy feeling from this guy.

"Mariner Whitewater" He answered immediately. Yang couldn't help but laugh.

"Looks like you were destined to work on the water." She joked.

"No doubt." he laughed alongside with her. Yang gave him a smile and let him pass. He disappeared into the back room and reappeared with some dishes, and other random food items. He gave Yang a small wave as he went by and walked out of the kitchen.

"Mariner Whitewater." Yang chuckled to herself sitting down. As soon as her ass hit the chair she noticed something. The fire extinguisher to her left had the insignia of the Marnier co. and the grill the chefs were using was a Whitewater brand.

"Fucking Soze!" Yang exclaimed, ripping off her disguise and racing out into the hall. At the far end of the hall she could see the liar still walking as though he got off scot free. Yang immediately raced after him. Her target heard her heavy footsteps behind him, and broke into his own sprint. Yang lowered her head and sprinted after.

Ruby was currently walking around the pool deck, looking for any stragglers.

"I hope the others aren't having as boring a time." She mumbled to herself as she walked along the edge of the pool. She looked up at the stars and smiled, wondering what the rest of her friends were doing back at Beacon academy, and how team ENDD would manage to stay out of trouble without them. Ruby giggled to herself for a moment, but shifted into serious mode when her scroll rang.

"Yes?" Ruby answered.

"Ruby! I got one! He's headed your way. We're on deck 8 but I expect him to run down. Cut him off!" Yang yelled into the phone. Ruby immediately put away her scroll and took off. Ruby burst into the clubhouse and slid down the stairs until she finally reached the eighth deck. She started running the length of the deck, looking for the culprit and her sister.

"Why is this ship so damn big!" Ruby complained, using her semblance to propel herself down the hallway. She made a sharp turn into a lobby connecting the sides of the ship when she felt a fist connect squarely with the side of her face. Ruby tumbled out of her semblance and crashed into a nearby wall. She rolled over and looked up directly at the man whom she had learned to be Damien. Ruby tried to roll to her feet, but Damien quickly straddled her and pressed his spear against her throat. Ruby pushed back against the force, allowing herself room to breath. They continued fighting when Oscar ran into the room, saw Damien and stopped.

"Damien! What are you doing?" Oscar demanded.

"I had a feeling you needed help, and here it is. Go. I'll be right behind you." Damien explained. Oscar nodded and continued running with the food. Damien went back to his power struggle with Ruby.

"Why are you running?" Ruby managed to choke out.

"Because someone needed to do something about the Schnee's." Damien sneered. Ruby glared back. Damien was about to release another remark when he was tackled by a mass of gold. Yang and Damien rolled across the floor and Yang picked up Damien, pinning him to the wall.

"Ruby, go after Oscar. You're faster." Yang argued, barely flinching from a punch across her face from Damien. Ruby jumped to her feet quickly and used her semblance to leave the lobby, hot on Oscar's tail.

"She'll never catch him you know?" Damien stated, smirking. Yang responded as she tossed him across the room, into the staircase. Damien grunted and rose to his feet, trying to escape as well, knowing this wasn't the place to fight. His plan was short lived as he felt a grip on his ankle and he tripped, slamming his nose straight on the floor. Yang roughly dragged him down the stairs. Damien rolled across the room again and jumped to his feet.

"I guess this is my final stand." Damien shrugged, liking the one on one situation.

"You won't be standing by the time i'm done with you." Yang taunted, watching Damien pick up his spear. Damien pointed it at Yang threateningly, and hit a fist against the armor on his chest.

"We'll see about that girly." He shot back. The two fighters circled each other, sizing up one another. Yang, wanting to go help Ruby, decided to make the first move. Yang slid in close, unleashing a barrage of powerful punches, each batted away by Damien's spear. Damien countered by bringing the blade of his spear down across Yang chest, and stabbing at her stomach, pushing her away. Yang slid back, unfurling Ember Celica.

"I was wondering what you weapon would be. Don't think it'll give you much advantage though." Damien warned, spinning his spear. Yang smirked and rolled her eyes, beckoning Damien to make his attack. However, Yang wasn't expecting him to turn his back on her, and jab back with the butt of his spear. The small his was enough to lower Yang's guard enough that Damien could spin around and bring the blade of the spear across her face. Though her head jerked to the side, Yang side stepped in. Wrapping one arm around Damien's neck, holding him in place while the other fist repeatedly struck at his ribs through his armor. Damien couldn't deny that he was impressed already. Despite the high quality of his armor, he could feel every single one of her punches reverberate through his torso. Damien used his spear to stab at Yang's ankle, knocking her off balance just slightly. Damien stepped away, and used the spear to push Yang even farther.

"I guess I'm gonna need to keep you at range." Damien noted. He swiftly need to duck to his left as a searing shotgun blast rocketed by his head and left a hole in the opposite wall.

"What was that?" Yang asked, feigning innocence. Damien smiled as well, sure he was unhappy she was tough, but still far happier that she wasn't some bimbo. Damien stabbed forward with his spear. Yang sidestepped her attack and lunged forward. Damien ducked under her punch and came back up with a kick to his stomach. Yang ignored the hit and punched with her other hand. Damien drew his spear back, and used it to block Yang's attack. Yang shifted her weight and placed a sidekick directly on Damien's sternum. Damien stepped back, and slammed down with his spear. Yang caught it with her arm, and punched down at Damien's legs, blasting them out from under him. She grabbed Damien's spear and yanked him towards her, punching his head down into the floor. Damien pulled his spear free, and slapped it against her legs. Damien rolled out of her grasp, and from the floor, rammed the spear up into her chest. Yang coughed as Damien pushed himself to his feet. Damien slowed his breathing, and everything seemed to slow down around him. Yang stepped forward, ready to punch again. Damien pushed her arm to the side. Slashed her side with his spear, spun behind her. And stabbed her back twice. Yang grimaced in pain and confusion, as small trickles of blood ran down her back. Yang growled and fired both of her gauntlets, launching herself into Damien. He caught her easily in one hand, and slammed her into the ground twice. Yang cried out as her head slammed on the ground each time. Damien tossed Yang to the side, and pointed his spear at her again.

"Not bad." Yang complemented, spitting blood on the ground. Damien raced at her, and tried to kick her face. Yang caught his foot and stood up, landing a devastating uppercut right below where his armor ended. Damien coughed up his own blood, and was promptly punched across the face. Damien stepped back and held his mouth in pain. Yang looked proudly at the removed tooth lying on the floor. Damien took another deep breath and everything seemed to slow more. Damien lashed out, leaving a litter of shallow slashes across Yang's chest. Yang seemed to fight through the pain, and continued trying to punch at Damien. He easily dodged and countered each punch, soon backing Yang up against the wall. With a hard thrust his spear lodged itself deep in her shoulder. Yang cried out and gripped the spear, her head falling forward.

"You can't stop my semblance. I'll just enhance myself until you can no longer keep up. Leave us alone." Damien demanded. His air of victory turned into a sudden terror as Yang looked up at him with blood red eyes. Yang ripped the spear from her shoulder and punched Damien hard enough to bend his armor, break multiple ribs, and send him careening across the hallway. Damien spit up blood as he left a sizable hole in the wall. He stared up at Yang, afraid at how much he had truly underestimated her.

"I need to go, but where?" Damien asked himself. He looked down the hall, and weirdly enough saw a small white bunny seemingly begging him to follow. Damien didn't think twice, racing after the bunny with desperation. Yang promptly took after, her eyes red, and her body wrapped in burning aura. The bunny led Damien down a number of the ship's compartments and up to one of the residential decks. Damien though he saw salvation when the rabbit jumped through the door to one of the rooms.

Yang saw Damien push open the door to one of the rooms. She slowed to a walk and stood in the doorway. What she saw was certainly not what she expected. Damien laid unconscious on the floor just inside the room. Yang looked up at what she though caused it and a look of terror crossed her face. Yang turned to run, but it snatched her ankle roughly, breaking the bottom of her tibia. It quickly dragged her back into the room and the door slammed shut, leaving only silence in the hallway.

Ruby tried desperately to race after Oscar, turning left and right. Unfortunately, her encounter with Damien had given her too much time to spare. Ruby grew more and more frustrated until she finally had to admit that he had gotten away from her this time. She just hoped that Yang had better luck subduing her target. Ruby walked back to where she had left Yang and took note of the signs of battle, but neither Yang nor Damien were anywhere to be found. Ruby broke into a panic, looking up and down the halls.

Yang!" she called out, desperate to find her sister. Ruby pulled out her scroll, which gave her the only message she didn't want to see at that moment. No signal. Ruby threw her scroll to the ground as tears started to sting her eyes.

"YAAAAAAAAAANG!"