Crimson was in the dorm, working on his homework, when he got a notification. He checked his scroll, seeing something interesting. The man from his warehouse fight, Zachariah Alabaster, had been cleared of all charges. The news report said he'd been working undercover for RedOwl's private security.

"Since when does private security go undercover?" Crimson muttered.

He did a quick search for labs and workshops that had been attacked since. A lot came up for dust shops, but those were being regarded as White Fang attacks. He hadn't seen a single Faunus in the group he'd fought before. Finding little, he decided to make a call. He selected a contact labelled as Mr. Coille and called. The line connected, but instead of hearing Mr. Coille's voice, he heard someone else's in the background.

"Come on, we know you've been cooking up some nice gizmos in here. Show us the good stuff and nobody gets hurt." The voice said.

Crimson bolted up, running for the locker room. He got his gear on as quickly as he could, making a run for his motorcycle. Ignoring street lights or speed limits, he raced off towards the workshop. When he got there, a large truck was parked right outside, and several armed men were threatening the employees. He hopped off, and approached the truck. The driver was still sitting there, likely ready to take off at a moment's notice. Crimson used his armblade to stab through the windshield, grabbing the driver and pulling him out. He chucked the man through the window of the workshop, stepping in shortly after.

"Sorry about the window." He said, grabbing the attention of the robbers.

They all raised their weapons at him, and Crimson looked to the people in the back. "Get out of here. Call the cops."

"Don't even think about it!" The head thug countered.

Crimson recognized that voice. "Zachariah Alabaster. And here I heard you were innocent. You're not likely to be cleared twice."

"Pretty soon it won't matter." He said, pointing his weapon at the wiry figure of Mr. Coille. "Now you're gonna drop your weapon, or your former boss here is gonna get hurt. And don't even think about calling your classmates. If I hear sirens, these people die. If I see any Huntsmen or wannabes, these people die. If that fancy bike of yours moves so much as an inch, these people die."

Crimson began unfastening his gauntlets, letting them hang from FyreBeat, as he slowly slipped it off. He then raised his hands in surrender.

"Lot of effort to go through for payback here." Crimson said.

Zachariah scoffed. "Believe me, if I wanted payback I'd just shoot you."

Crimson raised an eyebrow. "Then what is this?"

"Someone wants to meet you, kid." Zachariah stated. "Bag him."

Crimson ducked, right as a thick frosty mist exploded out from FyreBeat. The man meant to grab him tripped over the weapon, and Crimson hit him with a hard uppercut. His HUD had mapped out the room, and was tracking the dust signatures of the weapons to assist him. He sprang back up, grabbing Zachariah's rifle and slamming it against the man's face, before chucking it out the window. Then he slid over and refastened FyreBeat, extending the armblades. He began pivoting between the thugs, slicing their rifles apart. One came at him with a sword, but Crimson knocked it aside and elbowed the attacker in the gut. As the mist thinned out, he looked around, but there was no sign of Zachariah.

"Where did-" He was cut off by a pistol pressing against the back of his head.

"Right behind you." Zachariah said.

Crimson frowned. "My aura's still up."

"Don't care." The man fired.

Crimson felt all his muscles seize up, as a hot pain coursed through his body. He couldn't even shout, his body just collapsing as it convulsed with the overwhelming electricity surging through him.

"RedOwl standard issue stun gun." He explained. "Targets the human nervous system, locks up your body. Your aura's the only reason you're still conscious, kid." He unfastened FyreBeat from Crimson, and tossed it aside. "Now let's see about that meeting."

Crimson tried to crawl away from Zachariah, but his arms refused to respond. Zachariah grabbed the collar of Crimson's jacket, dragging him out to the truck. Crimson's eyes widened, as his sunglasses fell off, landing on the pavement. Zachariah didn't even notice, simply tossing Crimson in the back and locking it shut. The truck started up and took off, leaving Crimson's motorcycle, scroll, sunglasses, and weapon behind. What Zachariah had failed to notice however, was the distress signal on Crimson's visor, currently being sent to the rest of his team.