And here we are on a Monday with another chapter of Criminally Good. Oh, and important AN at the bottom after reviews, be sure to check that out too.

Enjoy.

[Chapter 19]

Almost as soon as the words echoed out from the speaker system on the hovering Bullhead, the doors were thrown open, revealing five men and women in relatively nondescript white and gray combat suits. They were clearly armed to the teeth, each bearing their own bandoliers of grenades, belts of extra Dust ammunition, wicked looking assault rifles and more than a few combat knives that made my own pale in comparison.

There was one, however, who stood out above the rest. She struck an imposing figure, slender and towering over most of her compatriots. Her ice blue gaze was narrowed into a glare at the three of us, and her visage as a whole had contorted into a grim determination to apprehend us. Her hair was as bright white as the snow that fell around us, matching easily with the suit coat she wore.

What struck me more than anything was her weapons – the only one she had on hand seemed to be a single sword. It wasn't quite like mine – instead hers was far slimmer and looked to be made for quicker and more deft attacks than the arcing and heavy hits mine was built to unleash.

Winston took this very brief moment of a stare down to level his shotgun and fire off a few more rounds right for the open doors of the Bullhead, hoping to wound or even eliminate one of the specialists before the fighting even began properly.

His shells, however, were caught seemingly in midair by a rather large white glowing glyph that dissipated shortly after it was summoned, rendering the explosive shells inert and useless.

The six total specialists leapt from the Bullhead, coming crashing down onto the cart a fair distance away from us.

Neither Jess nor Winston took even a second's hesitation to open fire, even as they were falling. The only one who didn't come crashing with a loud thud onto the cart with us was the woman wielding a sword.

Rather, she came down, stepping off those same white glyphs that had been used earlier to block Winston's shells. Her Semblance, maybe? It was the only thing that made any sense in my head.

Almost as soon as the others had landed, they opened fire on us, forcing me to bring my shield up in a defensive stance to cover me from the majority of the bullets as I dove for the cover of an empty crate. I glanced back towards where Jess and Winston had been, the two having done similar to me and rushing for what little cover we were afforded on the open-air cart.

The hail of bullets didn't seem to stop at any point, the only things to be heard were the rotors of the Bullhead slicing through the air and gunshots from both sides.

I took a chance and peeked out from behind my cover. This caught the attention of the woman with her sword and she rushed at me with blazing speed – nearing fast enough that I'd guess she might give Neo a run for her money.

I ducked back behind cover, though that didn't deter her at all. She rounded the corner with ease, almost as though she weren't moving at the speed of a bullet, and turned on me.

Fighting back my surprise, I brought my shield up and caught the first slash of her blade, deflecting it off to the side. Leaving her guard open, I brought Crocea Mors around and made to slash at her chest, though I hit nothing but air as she expertly danced back and away from the slash, readying her blade once again for an attack.

I charged out at her, glancing to the side as my two compatriots moved past me, firing out towards the spread-out team of specialists. They had faith that I'd be able to hold off this particular woman while they dealt with the others.

This woman dodged off to the side of my charge, swiping her blade towards my exposed back. Only the tip of her blade ripped against my winter coat, not even cutting through to my Aura thanks to the armor I wore beneath it.

I spun on a heel and quickly made to cut at her torso, though I was stopped as her blade intercepted mine.

I growled lowly and pressed with all the strength I had, thinking that in theory I would win that particular battle.

I was wrong.

The tip of my sword had a small glyph form around it, and wrench the blade back with strength that seemed to come from nowhere.

I growled and let my blade be pulled back by the glyph, letting her slash down at my exposed chest.

The steel of my armor caught her blade, setting the woman who towered even slightly over me, off her game. I took that opportunity and released my sword altogether, leaving it suspended in the air by her glyph.

I brought my now free hand around and connected a solid punch to her nose. While for any normal person, I suspect I'd have broken their nose, her Aura flared up the take the brunt of the damage for her.

I wasn't done, though. I stepped farther into the sword, the blade slowly cutting through the thick armor I had only just been given a few weeks ago. I brought my head up, just under her chin, knocking her back ever so slightly.

She was stunned, though I knew better than to think that would last long.

Behind me, my sword clattered to the ground as her concentration on the glyph broke. I fell back, her blade slipping out of my armor as though it weren't even there.

I kicked my sword back and away as I made some space between the two of us. She had since recovered and was now glaring at me as I crouched down to pick up my fallen sword.

On the other side of the cart, I could see that Winston and Jess were pinned down by a trio of the specialists as two others made to circle around behind them for an easy flank, leaving me on my own.

I looked back to the woman I had been dueling who was now glaring daggers at me, though seemed to respect that I was actually a somewhat capable combatant rather than a simple thug she'd be taking down in a few exchanges.

Behind my mask, I grinned just as much as it was. I was being taken seriously, and this was by a professional and highly trained specialist from the world's foremost military power. It was hard not to get that slight rush of joy knowing that everything I'd been doing over the past few months had been paying off.

Behind the woman, a large white glyph started to form, and she took a step back. That had me narrow my eyes and ready myself for something big that was inevitably coming.

Come it did – this woman who already seemed naturally quick now moved faster than I'd ever seen a person go. In less than a second, she had crossed the distance between us, sending her sword crashing into my shield at a strength I wasn't even remotely prepared for, having me skid back across the car from that simple impact.

She didn't stop there though, pressing forward, she lashed out yet again, launching herself off another glyph she had formed at some point.

This time, I just barely managed to duck under the blow, rolling off and away from her onslaught. As soon as I popped back up, though, she was on me again.

She had seemed to get a simple knife somewhere along the way and was now wielding her sword in a reverse grip as she lashed out at me.

Blow after blow crashed into my shield, forcing me to retreat and keep my guard up against her. I growled lowly and watched as she rounded on me for another flurry of attacks.

I lowered my shield, keeping my Aura up as the attacks came. It hurt like all hell as her strikes hit, though I took them with gritted teeth as pain radiated everywhere in my body.

I brought my shield around and bashed her in the face with it, stopping any forward momentum she had built up in the previous attacks.

Seeing my opportunity, I pressed forward, launching myself at her. I brought Crocea Mors down in an overhead arc. She managed to catch the blade with her dagger, twisting herself to try and cut at me with her sword.

I spun, disengaging myself from her dagger. I brought my knee up, slamming it into her gut, forcing the air out of her.

I then aimed to bring my sword down over her back, significantly cutting into her Aura, though that wouldn't happen.

On the other side of the cart, I heard a series of explosions, and loud cries of pain from someone. I couldn't turn to see who it was, though the gunfire continued, so I knew the battle wasn't over yet.

The woman threw her elbow into my gut, expecting me to double over and lose my breath like she had, though she met only thick steel armor.

She growled lowly, and before I really knew what happened, I was thrown back by a force that shouldn't have been there. Another one of her glyphs. It was the only way she'd have been able to throw me from her so easily.

I flopped onto the deck of the cart, groaning as I started to pull myself up to my feet.

Directly across from me, she grimaced and got to her feet herself, glaring at me with the fury of a woman who wasn't used to losing anything, well, ever. It was a look I knew all too well from my sisters.

My Aura reserves were low, I knew that – being reckless and taking a series of blows head on wasn't my brightest idea, but it definitely took her off guard as it did with everyone. The only problem was it only worked once, and I had thrown my one use away clawing back to an even state rather than ending the fight.

While I was winded and breathing heavily, she didn't seem too terribly bothered. Angry, yes, but still more than capable of fighting. It was hard to tell if that was an act, or if she really could do this all day like I suspected.

I spared a glance towards my two teammates, still pinned down where they were, things weren't looking great for them. Jess had taken a shot to the shoulder and was down on the ground as Winston stood beside her, firing off rounds from his shotgun as Jess reloaded the SMG for him to trade out once he emptied his weapon.

I only saw the three specialists now, pinned down after the constant fire from Winston. The two who had been flanking were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a massive inferno blazing, and a hole in the cart from where I suspect they'd been not moments ago. Winston must've hit one of our explosives… Or their grenades, maybe?

I turned my attention back to my opponent just in time to catch her rushing me again.

I dove off to the side, skidding on the train car as she crashed into the nothingness where I had been not a second earlier.

Despite the failed charge, she didn't seem deterred as she rounded on me again. I brought my shield up, countering a few of her blows, though being forced to take a step back with each one that crashed into my defense.

Her assault was relentless, leaving me next to no opportunity to counter. I continued to cede ground until I found myself backed to the edge of the cart, the only place to go being off the side and into the snow. While not a bad idea, she'd likely leave me to round on Winston and Jess before hunting me down with allies.

I bit the inside of my cheek, glaring through the mask at the woman who was now smirking as she watched me, more than convinced that she had me beaten and backed into a corner. Think, Jaune. How can you get out of this?

She's got a Semblance that lets her make glyphs. They seem to have an assortment of uses, either as platforms for her, or speed boosts, or ways to restrict my movement. They augment her, but she's not entirely reliant on them. I growled lowly as I watched her, waiting for the woman to try and finish the job.

I didn't see an easily exploitable weakness.

She decided that she'd had enough of waiting around to see what I'd do. She charged at me once again, coming in at a flank to try and cut around my shield and dig through the little Aura I had left. I watched as she closed the gap.

Ten feet. C'mon, Jaune, think of something.

Five feet. It's now or never, damnit.

One foot. I need Winston's supporting fire.

An idea formed in my head.

Impact.

She made to come around my shield, attacking from the right so that it'd be harder for me to bash her and knock her back to buy myself time to think a way out of this. What she didn't account for was that I'd been being trained by cheaters and back alley combatants. She was trained by professionals.

It was a long shot, but it was all I had going for me.

I spun to face her, not bothering to swing my sword in defense. I brought the corner of my shield up, jamming it into her face and towards her eyes.

An ear-piercing howl cut through the wind, and I knew I'd hit my target.

She stumbled slightly, and I used that to bring my elbow around and slam it into her chest, knocking her off the side of the cart into the snow.

I didn't hesitate after that, sheathing my sword and collapsing the shield to turn it into a rifle.

Before it was even done shifting, I brought it up to my shoulder and took aim as the sight emerged from the complicated machinery. I took in a deep breath, doing my best to keep calm and steady. I only had one shot before that woman came back with a vengeance for my head.

I held my breath and zeroed in on the target. Here's hoping this is enough.

I squeezed the trigger.

A massive explosion erupted from behind the other three specialists that Winston was fighting off.

None of them were killed, but they were forced to dive off the train to not be severely wounded in the process.

I lowered my rifle and ran for where Winston was.

He looked to me and nodded, looking back to Jess.

"We've got to move. Now." I intoned, looking back to see that the woman I had bashed was pulling herself back up onto the train.

Jess was clearly in a lot of pain, due to the wound in her shoulder. "Then get to it rather than standing here staring at me like I'm a fucking cripple."

Winston and I looked to one another and nodded then. I popped back up, eyeing the woman as she glared with her one uninjured eye at us.

Winston stood behind me and brought Jess' SMG to bear, unloading the weapon in her direction. The white-haired specialist dove for cover. "Move back, towards the rear of the train." Winston ordered.

I wasn't going to argue, helping Jess up and letting her take the lead as Winston and I fired off rounds to try and keep the specialists from closing in on us.

Once we crossed over to the next cart, Winston took aim with his shotgun and blasted the explosives wired under it, sending the whole thing up in smoke. "There, that should buy us some time."

I nodded, turning and pressing on through the open-air cart. The Bullhead that the specialists had arrived on tracked us as we moved, keeping the spotlight trained on our position.

I didn't think that was quite fair for them to be able to easily track us and all, so I took aim up at the Bullhead. It wasn't an easy shot, considering I was aiming directly into a blinding light, but it was worth a try.

It took me emptying the rest of my magazine into the light before it finally cracked and shattered, shrouding us in darkness but for the slight illumination of the burning crates on the other cart.

Winston, Jess, and I all took cover behind one of the far crates at the other end of the cart we were on. I looked between the two. "Any idea when Roman and the others are gonna be back? The reinforcements would be appreciated."

Jess just groaned and shook her head.

Winston thought, shrugging his shoulders. "Soon. They left with the last set a few hours ago – we were still wiring this whole thing to go up in smoke."

"Spread out and find them. I want the one with sword and shield alive." The voice of that woman called out. It sounded frigid and hostile.

There was no response from the other specialists, but at that point I knew making noise would simply give us away.

Now, it was pitch black. That made seeing and communicating with Winston and Jess all but impossible without giving our positions away. The darkness was acting in our favor, but also against us.

I crept to the edge of the crate we were using as cover, peeking out from behind it. There were no shadows being cast by the dull firelight behind us other than those from the crates. Great, we don't know where they are.

I quietly set down Crocea Mors by Winston, tapping him on the shoulder and showing him it was there. He nodded, only just barely visible a few feet away. I left him with spare ammunition as well, drawing the knives that I held in case of emergency.

In this case, they were faster and far less bulky than Crocea Mors was, making it easier for me to creep around.

Granted, I was never good at this. Not in games, nor in practice. I was always more a fan of being in the thick of fighting, or sitting back and commanding the forces. Skulking around and picking off targets just wasn't my MO.

Despite that, though, I had no choice but to try in this case. One of us was wounded, we were all woefully outmatched when it came to skill, and in the worst case, they could just wait us out. Granted, we had reinforcements, but they inevitably had more.

Ideally, I'd have stripped off my armor as well, but that was beneath all my winter clothing and it simply wasn't in the cards for me to do that and get moving in time.

I crept out from behind the crate, keeping low as I shuffled forward, careful to make as little noise as possible.

I swallowed nervously as I rounded the first crate, expecting the be met with the commander, or even two of the specialists, but that wasn't the case. I was greeted with nothing.

On the floor of the cart, I saw a shadow streak across the middle isle, and I held my breath, pressing myself back against the crate.

Creak. I started to panic, though quelled it as best I could. I shifted around the crate so that when he looked between the crates, he wouldn't see me.

I swallowed nervously again, peeking past seeing that he had moved on. I slipped back into the shadows, creeping forward until I was at the edge of the crate. I peeked around and saw him checking the space between another for my compatriots.

Alright, let's see if it's as easy as the games make it look… I thought humorlessly, creeping out from behind cover. I slowly closed the gap between the specialist and myself, hoping that I'd be able to grab him and keep him quiet.

Creak. I looked down right at my feet. I had made that noise. Son of a…

The specialist spun on a heel almost instantly, blinding me with the flashlight he had attached to his weapon.

Seeing that I didn't have any other option, I rushed at him, brandishing my knives in hand.

He fired off a few shots which slammed into my chest, doing more damage than I'd like to my already dwindling Aura reserves.

I knocked my shoulder into him, sending the specialist down onto the floor of the cart with me following right behind him.

With him pinned down beneath me, I swung a fist out, hitting him square in the nose, though his Aura absorbed the blow. I growled and slammed my face forward, down into his. Thanks to the metal mask, he found himself far more wounded from the exchange than I was.

The knife in my left hand sung as I brought it down, slamming the blade into his shoulder. It easily ripped through the armor he was wearing; the blade having been made to cut through Grimm bone plating. It dug into his shoulder with ease, burying itself all the way down to the hilt.

The specialist shouted out in pain, writing beneath me. Despite that, I didn't hesitate or stop, bringing the other knife around and stabbing it down into his neck. His breathing was cut off, and all sounds died there in his throat as he quickly started to bleed out.

However, I wasn't alone anymore.

The woman I had been brawling with earlier had rounded a corner, her sword still in a reverse grip as she glared down at me. "This ends now."

I ripped my two knives out of the dying specialist and scrambled back as she lashed out. I was breathing heavily now, finding my hands covered in blood yet again. An all too familiar face started to appear in my head, though I pushed it aside. Survival first, guilt later.

I pulled myself up to my feet, wielding the knives that I was nowhere near as skilled with, waiting on her first attack.

On the other side of the cart, I heard more gunfire start to bark out, both from a familiar SMG, and the assault rifles that the specialists were wielding.

On my feet now, I stared down this woman, her ice-cold glare doing its best to fix me in place. It only met impassive steel contorted into a permanent grin.

She charged at me with speed yet again, and I only just barely managed to bring my knives up in a cross to catch the saber she wielded. Rather than attempt another attack with a blade, she swiftly brought her foot up and kicked me square in the chest, sending me stumbling backward with a grunt.

"What's this? You should've told me we were having a party; I would've brought snacks." I couldn't help but to grin under my mask. Reinforcements were here.

I barked out a laugh, one that must've made me sound like a mad man as I eyed my opponent. "You're right. This does end here."

She snarled at me and closed the gap between us.

She brought her saber around in a slash that was aimed for my upper torso, though I managed to block it with one knife, stepping in towards her guard. I brought the other around, hoping to stab it up towards her torso to deal some damage to her Aura, or even shatter it.

My blade was caught by her knife, however and deflected aside.

Using the same logic I had with the previous specialist, I slammed my face forward into hers, using the metal mask to my advantage.

She stumbled backward, though I didn't let her create any space – my knives were supreme at this range, and her saber was all but useless.

She grunted, and threw me back using one of her glyphs, sending me skittering and sliding across the cart. I groaned, feeling slightly dizzy now as I pulled myself up to my feet again.

The distinct sound of four more Bullheads cutting through the air greeted me, and I grinned. "About time you showed up." I commented.

There was no response from Roman other than a round from his cane being fired down at the floor of the cart between myself and this specialist.

Roman leapt from his Bullhead, sending it veering and crashing into the one the specialists had arrived in. He landed rather gracefully on the cart and spun his cane in hand, having long since abandoned his Groucho glasses that didn't do a thing to hide his face.

A wide grin was on his lips as he spun his cane in hand, idly puffing on a cigar. "Well, what do we have here? A team of Atlas Specialists, here to stop my train robbery? Led by General Ironwood's personal pet Winter Schnee no less? My, don't I feel important." Roman taunted, looking as at ease as ever.

In the distance, the crashed Bullheads went up in a rather impressive explosion.

"Torchwick. Why does it not surprise me that this is your doing?" The specialist commander – Winter, Roman had called her – growled out, wielding her saber in a defensive stance.

Roman just shrugged. "Probably because I'm the only thief in the world crazy enough, and skilled enough to pull it off? I mean, come on, who else could it have been, really?"

Winter just snarled, glaring at Roman. She charged at him, aiming to deliver a swift slice down across his chest.

Roman caught her saber with the hook of his cane and yawned. "What, are we done talking already? How boring."

He used the hook of his cane to pull her forward, making Winter stumble with the sudden movement. Without missing a beat, Roman brought his knee up and into her face. He disengaged his cane from the saber, bringing it down in an overhead arc to slam against her back and send the woman sprawling out onto the cart floor.

He took another puff off his cigar, seemingly completely unphased as he crouched down in front of the woman. "Come now, Miss – no, sorry, Specialist Schnee. Is that really the best you had to offer me? A weak and predictable attack?" He tutted, shaking his head. "I wonder what the General would think."

A low growl emitted from the downed Winter as she used a glyph to send Roman skidding back a few feet. The master criminal just grinned and contentedly puffed on his cigar as she pulled herself up to her feet.

Roman nodded. "That's it, show me what you're made of. Show me that fire in your belly."

Winter was furious, that much I could tell from even a passing glance at her. She created a few glyphs surrounding Roman and I, and while I watched, on edge, Roman looked completely bored.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her lips twitching into a slight smile.

From the glyphs, almost as though they were portals, an incredible number of animated ice birds came flying out in a volley towards myself and Roman. I, thankfully, had armor and some Aura left to block the attack. Roman, on the other hand just hummed as many impacted him.

"You know, that tickles." He commented, raising his cane and leveling it off at Winter in the blink of an eye. He pulled the trigger three times, firing off three explosive shells at the woman.

Winter was hit, and the ice birds all fell to the ground and faded away, lifelessly. Winter got sent flying back, slamming into a crate behind her, shattering one of the walls of it.

The gunfire on the train had stopped, and I could only hope that meant Winston and Jess were the ones to come out on top with help from our other friends.

I glanced towards where Winter was, and she appeared to be unconscious, slumped in the crate.

Roman sighed, spitting out the cut and broken remains of his cigar, shaking his head. "You did good, kid."

"I'd be dead without you coming in to save me there." I pointed out, slowly getting my breathing to a normal level.

Roman shrugged. "Maybe, but you held off a team of Atlas Specialists long enough for me to show up. I'd call that a job well done." He nodded towards the corpse on the ground. "Looks like you even handled him on your own"

I nodded, looking down at the corpse on the floor, his blood pouring from the two wounds I had dealt him. I closed my eyes and nodded. "That's one way of putting it."

Roman rested a hand on my shoulder. "Remember, kid. It was either you or him. He knew the risk when he signed up for the job."

I nodded, crouching down next to his body. He still had a full bandolier of grenades on him. I unstrapped it from around his torso, then strapping it to my own. Roman nodded approvingly. "Good thinking – not like he's using them anymore."

Roman and I left the scene, making our way to where I knew Jess and Winston were last.

Both were alive, though Winston had a wound of his own to show for it – a gash on the side of his head, blood slowly dribbling out and down his face, not that he seemed to care.

Roman clapped his hands together. "Good, everyone is here and mostly alive." He said, eyeing the bullet wound in Jess' shoulder. "Now, let's get a move on. Not-Jerry's got his Bullhead ready to take off with us in tow. Neo and Jack both already grabbed another two of the mechs and are on the way out."

I nodded, kneeling down and helping Jess up. She didn't look happy about it, though didn't voice any complaints either.

We had won. Mission accomplished. Time to go back home and be done with Atlas.

Despite that, I couldn't shake that feeling that we weren't out of the woods just yet.

And done. Big fighting chapter, probably a lot of what people wanted to see last chapter with some big stuff happening and a lot of combat. We've got Jaune v Winter, and Jaune was definitely about to lose, though Roman comes in to save the day. All things considered though, Jaune did pretty well against Winter, striking a few solid hits. Trial by fire with Neo and Roman does work for training. Good to know.

And now, on with the reviews!

H - No, and fun fact, I've never read / watched Tokyo Ghoul. It's on my Watch List. Like about a hundred other shows, but I'll clear it out. Eventually.

Greer - After a trial by fire, yes. She got tired of waiting, and Jaune finally put the pieces to the incredibly simple puzzle together.

Just another Nobody of Nowhere - Damn, man. You caught up around when I finished editing this chapter. Nice. Glad you're enjoying, and well, here's Winter. Fun times.

Zhalo Shadowcell - Amusing coincidence, gotta love it.

X3 - Roman in his element is some top shelf stuff, and I adore it. We get more of the whimsical, slightly mad man master thief in this chapter too. It's great. I will neither confirm nor deny that Jaune, consciously or otherwise, enjoyed being kneed a few times by Neo. That is up for you to decide. Jaune's mask might become infamous across the world, especially if photos or even video of Jaune and Winter fighting surfaces.

Engineer - Jaune interacting with his crew mates, at least a couple of them was fun for me to write. They might be minor OCs, but they've got roles to play here for the next couple chapters, so I'd prefer people like the characters rather than just thinking they're names without personality, kinda like Baxton was. You, like Jaune, don't know what their relationship is. Jaune hasn't been stressing it, but they are gonna need to sit down and have a conversation at some point. Poor Jaune indeed. Not only Penny, but Atlas Specialists, including the queen Specialist herself. There is no winning, and there is definitely no breaks for our criminal boy. He's just got to take it as it comes. Then Ruby. Oh god, Ruby. Jaune, you are going to have so much explaining and apologizing to Ruby in your future. Roman wore a mask mostly as a gag - if you don't know what the Groucho mask is, go look it up. It's rather comedic, and completely ineffective. I'd chalk it up to Roman's whimsical side showing, because why not? Jaune's is in fact Jhin from League, while Not-Jerry's is not IT from Stephen King, though not a bad guess.

Guest (1) - Glad you think so, man. I love the story and idea, so here we are. If you want another good one, go check out College Fool's A Common Criminal or Something. That was the story that gave me inspiration to write this one.

Reesesracer - Correct. Jhin, the most fun ADC in League. And no, we won't be seeing Whisper appear in this story. While it is very much a RWBY style weapon, the mask wasn't planned and nor is Jaune getting the pistol / rifle that Jhin uses. A bad ass weapon, and idea I'd have thought about if it came to me before now, but oh well. Maybe in other fics. We will see.

Another Stalker - I didn't think you were, just pointing out a comedic little error on my end. Trust me, we all hate auto complete when it makes us say things we don't want to.

Specter - Ah yes, Jhin's mask. Him being my main in the game, I decided why not?

Halobyrd - No stabby stabby by Neo. Now, to not die to Winter and get out of Atlas, then things can be good.

Gasenator - I don't blame you, friend. The clown mask is from a game I've put way too many hours in. Glad you're enjoying and all. Maybe this is what you wanted to see? Or maybe it can still show up.

Imperial Germany - Because it wouldn't be me if things didn't go horribly wrong. This chapter, Not-Jerry is alive and well, so not completely accurate.

Josh Spicer - Sailing indeed. Winter: glaring menacingly at Jaune and Roman.

And that's reviews done and dusted, woo!

Now for an important notice. I will be on vacation from July 13th - July 20th, so don't expect any chapters that week. If in doubt, just look at the Next Chapter that I always post at the bottom of my ANs. After that I'll be posting for about a week again, then I'll be leaving once more to go help a friend of mine for about a week or more. Again, if in doubt consult the AN at the end of each chapter for when to expect the next chapter.

That said, we're getting to be about half way through the story, give or take a couple chapters. Kinda wild to think, for me at least, that we're already almost halfway done with Criminally Good. We've come a long way from the start, but there's still quite the winding road ahead of us. It's gonna be fun.

Next Chapter: Friday, June 28th

Till next time, this is Valres signing off.