A/N: Here we go again.
Jasper and Yang touched down in Atlas after a long, dull flight. The monotonous journey was made interesting by Jasper's frequent trips to the aircraft's toilet for his guts to discard their mortal coil. As the plane rolled to a stop, the pilot's chipper voice once again rang out on the intercom.
"Ladies and gents, we have arrived in Atlas. Please exit the aircraft in a calm and orderly fashion and thank you for flying with Achieve Airlines."
"Yeah...screw you, buddy," Jasper groaned, clutching his stomach.
Yang snickered, just as she had every time he'd jumped up and rushed to the plane's tiny wash closet. However, this time she laughed because his appearance had caught her completely off guard. Her nephew's face had a greenish tinge to it, his eye was sunken, and he was sweating profusely.
"Enjoy the ride, kiddo?" she asked sarcastically.
Instead of answering, Jasper raised his hand and shot her a rude gesture.
This elicited more chuckles from the Huntress. Placing one of his arms over her shoulder, she helped him stumble to his feet. Yang really did feel for the kid. When arranging his genes, the universe had apparently seen fit to give him the unfortunate trait that was the bane of his father's existence. However, she would never tell him as much, as she viewed it as a sort of payback for all the crap he'd put her through over the years.
She and Jasper were some of the first passengers off, as they were seated on the exit row. As they walked through the gate, Yang held up a badge to a security guard, proving that they had Huntsman clearance. The bored-looking man guided them to a desk where they registered their weapons. Atlas, being a highly militaristic Kingdom, had strict regulations on travelers bringing in weapons. They had to clear Blutrache, Valorschutz, and Ember Celica to be allowed to carry them within Atlas's borders. The only real annoyance was having to declare Yang's arm as a weapon, because of the concealed shotgun in the wrist. After signing all of the required paperwork, they were allowed to leave the terminal.
The pair navigated through the crowds of humans and faunus alike bustling to and fro around the building. Men and women in suits talked loudly into scrolls. Parents struggled to keep their children under control while attempting to board their flights. Jasper even watched a young man get detained for trying to sneak a pocket knife past security.
Once they made it out of the legion of people, it was a straight shot to the exit. Jasper was glad that he'd packed a warmer shirt as they stepped out into the crisp Atlesian air. Despite it only being the beginning of fall, the wind still howled and bit with the cold of winter. Grey clouds blanketed the sky, adding even more to the dreariness.
The chilly air did wonders to help Jasper overcome the last of his nausea. As it filled his lungs, his head became clearer and gave a sigh of relief.
"Feeling better?" Yang noted.
He nodded. "Oh yeah. Now that we're out of that giant pressurized soup can."
She laughed as they continued walking into the airport parking lot. "Good. Cause you'll want to be at a hundred percent when we meet the Ice Queen."
"Right, speaking of which..." Jasper pointed.
Parked about one hundred feet away, in a VIP spot, was a sleek, black SUV. It was the kind of thing a politician or a military official owned, a vehicle built to take punishment and survive. Beside it, stood a woman in a white blazer and a matching loose skirt. Even though her back was toward them, Jasper could tell that it was Weiss Schnee. He recognized the shoulder-length snow-white hair, the expensive choice in clothing, and the impatient, regal posture from the photos that Yang had in her house and the few times he's met her as a kid.
She was speaking into her scroll and as they grew closer, it sounded as though she wasn't happy with whomever she was conversing.
"Miss Rouge," she snapped. "There really is a simple solution to this matter. If the workers won't work, they will not be paid they're wages. If you disagree with that method, figure something else out. I just want this situation resolved before tonight."
She paused, allowing the person on the other end of the line to speak. Yang and Jasper remained silent, even as they reached Weiss. Whether they were close friends or not, Yang didn't want to risk the Dust tycoon's wrath by interrupting her phone call.
"Yes, Ebony, I understand. But you wanted to be put in charge of the Vacuo branch, and while I technically own it, the R.D.C.D. is your company. You're the one that makes all the decisions. Give the issue some thought, I have no doubt you'll make the right one."
As she powered off her scroll and placed it in her coat pocket, Weiss sighed and her posture seemed to loosen a bit. She began massaging her temples, taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly.
"You okay, Princess?" Yang asked cautiously.
The CEO's answer came suddenly in the form of the barrel of a small pistol being whipped into their general direction. Weiss's eyes were wide with terror. She looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. It dawned on Jasper that the first assassination attempt had truly rattled her to her core. Why else would she pull a gun on an old friend inquiring as to her condition?
Yang threw her hands up. "Whoa, whoa, easy there, Weiss-icle. It's just me."
"Yang!" she gasped, covering a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. If I had known it was you I-"
When she was able to get a look at them, the white-haired woman relaxed. She closed her eyes and placed her unarmed hand on her forehead.
"Hey, forget about it," Yang dismissed. "For all you knew, I was some crazy mugger."
Weiss shook her head, holstering the handgun once more in her coat. "I could have killed you. Dammit, that's the third time this week that I've almost fired on someone."
Yang approached and placed her hands on Weiss's shoulders, staring into her eyes. "Look at me. You're just stressed, that's all." Weiss nodded slowly. "Besides, that dinky little piece wouldn't've done any more than stung for a bit," Yang chuckled, pulling her into a hug. "It's good to see you."
Gladly returning the embrace, Weiss appeared as though a great weight had been suddenly lifted from her. "Likewise, Yang." As they released each other, Weiss turned her gaze to Jasper, who was genuinely smiling at the reunion happening in front of him. "And you as well, Jasper. I can honestly say that I wasn't expecting you to join Yang."
He shrugged. "Yeah well, it was an excuse to get out of Vale for a while."
"He means he was tired of gettin' thrown in the clink and me having to bail him out," Yang said flatly.
"Ah, well...It's good to see you, nonetheless," Weiss laughed nervously. "You've grown since the last time I saw you. How long has it been? Four years?"
"Almost five, actually," Jasper corrected.
In fact, the last time they'd seen each other was nearly a year to the day after the attack that claimed his parents' lives and his eye. She, Yang, and Blake Belladonna, the third member of Team RWBY, had gotten together at Ruby and Yang's childhood home on Patch. It was sort of a memorial for their fallen leader, and they had planned to do it every year. However, Yang's life as a Huntress, Weiss's responsibilities at the S.D.C., and whatever Blake did got in the way of those plans. He remembered Weiss coming around and visiting more often before they died. She and his mother were the best of friends, and Jasper supposed that that was the main reason she started getting lost in her work. Perhaps it was a means to forget the grief.
"Oh. I do apologize for that, then. I tend to lose track of time, what with all of the different business deals and contracts flying in and out of my office. I rarely even have time to sleep." She straightened her blazer and cleared her throat. "But, there'll be time to catch up later. For now, let's get going. Call me paranoid if you wish, but I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched."
As she finished talking, a tall, amber-haired man in a tailored black suit climbed out of the driver side door. He approached them, bowing his head respectfully and took each of their bags. After stowing them in the trunk, he opened the back door of the car, motioning for them to enter. Once they had, she climbed in herself.
The vehicle had two nice leather two-person seats facing each other. The tinted windows were most likely bulletproof, it was Weiss Schnee they were riding with, after all. A divider stood between them and the driver seat, so unless he lowered the glass, they could speak without him hearing them.
Before the door was shut, Weiss addressed the man, "Thank you, Oliver."
"Of course, Miss Schnee," he replied cheerily.
Trying to keep their conversation light-hearted before moving on to the real reason for their stay in Atlas, Yang nodded her head towards the man. "New butler?" she asked.
As she settled into her seat, Weiss poured herself a glass of some amber-colored liquid. Seeing Jasper eyeing the contents, she turned the bottle to give him a better view.
"No, Jasper," she chuckled. "I'm not trying to get drunk in the middle of the day. It's apple juice, I've developed quite the fondness for it as of late."
He found it a little funny how a woman of her wealth and class shared the same tastes as children in kindergarten. Not that it was any of his business or concern.
"And yes, Yang," she continued, facing the blond huntress. "Oliver is my new personal butler."
"What happened to the other one? I kinda liked him. Don't tell me you had to go and fire him."
Weiss shook her head in disagreement. "Not at all, Klein merely retired. And, while it will never quite be the same without him, I hired Oliver here as a replacement. It wasn't too hard of a choice, considering he is Klein's nephew."
As if on cue, the glass divider rolled down and Oliver turned to face them. "Where to, Miss Schnee?"
"Straight home, if you please, Oliver," she sipped her juice. "I believe I've had enough of the city for a while."
She and Yang began talking and catching up on what had been going on in each other's lives. To look at them, Jasper could have assumed that there wasn't a big bullseye painted on Weiss's back.
However, it was good to see the woman again. And he was content to let them chat, despite having next to no interest in the conversation. After a few minutes, he got bored and retrieved his earphones and scroll from his pocket. Putting them on, he sifted through his music collection, eventually settling on a playlist that was a favorite of his mother's. Quick, loud guitar riffs filled his ears as soon as he pressed 'Play' on the first song: 'This Will Be The Day.'
He gazed out the window, taking in the various sights of Atlas. It really was a beautiful and amazing city - what little he could see of it, that is. As a result of being a literal floating city, it was perpetually shrouded in clouds. Peeking out above the haze, the tops of skyscrapers could be seen. Beyond them, however, was the far more impressive and imposing Atlas Academy, appearing similar to Beacon in that its architecture was akin to a castle. Likely because it probably was the home of some monarch of Mantle before the Great War.
Turning his attention from the horizon to the city streets they were traveling on, Jasper marveled at just how hardy the average Atlesian was. With as cold as it was, he couldn't imagine what winter felt like. To be able to not only survive but thrive in such a harsh climate was a feat in and of itself.
The citizens that they passed by were of many different color, creed, and class. Atlas as a whole, over the past decade or so, had become much more progressive and open to the idea of equality between humans and faunus, so it wasn't a shock to see the two interacting a fair bit more than the kingdom's history would've suggested. If only to drive the idea home even further, near the center of the city, Jasper noticed a large statue of two men shaking hands; a symbol of unification. He recognized them as General James Ironwood of Atlas and Chieftain Ghira Belladonna of Menagerie. Believe it or not, some of old Professor - sorry, Doctor - Oobleck's lessons had actually stuck with him.
Past the statue, was the Schnee Dust Compay's corporate headquarters. The building was tall, even by the standards of the rest of the city, covered from the ground up in crystal clear glass panes, and positively crowded. Hundreds of employees rushed into and out of the entrance. He'd always know that Weiss was one the most powerful people in the world, but to see it - even such a small instance of it - for himself was enough to make his head spin. Then Jasper recalled why he and Yang were in Atlas in the first place.
She was rich enough to have her own private army at her beck and call, and she was running scared from a little group of thugs. The look in her eyes when Yang had startled her in the parking lot had said it all. The assassins had come close to killing Weiss once already, an experience that had done more than just rattle her a bit. She was practically falling apart at the seams.
If their opponents could do that to one of the saviors of Remnant, what did that mean for him?
Rather than dwell on the subject and rile himself up, Jasper decided to push all thoughts of the mission out of his mind. Closing his eye and leaning his head back, he relaxed and let the adrenaline-fueled rock music take him over. He was exhausted from the flight, as he'd spent most of it either vomiting or trying not to vomit. After a few minutes, sleep came and took him.
When he awoke, the car was parked in what appeared to be an underground garage. About ten other cars sat in a row to the left and right, each one the same make and model as the one they were in, merely painted a different color. Let it never be said that Weiss Schnee didn't know what she liked and wasn't wealthy enough to afford it.
Speaking of, she and Yang had already exited the vehicle and were still idly chatting like the old friends they were. Patiently holding the car door open was Oliver, waiting for him to climb out. Despite him having not said anything, Jasper could also feel that the butler was getting a little annoyed; so he took the hint and stumbled groggily out of his seat and into the cold, cement carport.
"Sleep well, Mister Arc?" he inquired.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Thanks," Jasper replied as he stretched in an attempt to alleviate some of the soreness in his muscles.
"If you are feeling a bit stiff from your flight, there is a training gym on the grounds."
Oliver must have had a Semblance that allowed him to read minds because Jasper was just about to ask if there was anywhere he could go to burn off some energy. The man had an almost knowing smile when he saw Jasper taken aback by his prediction.
"Um...Y-yeah, sure that'd be great."
Taking notice that he was awake and up, Weiss put her conversation with Yang on pause and came over to speak to Jasper. She seemed much calmer and collected now that they were in the fortress that was Schnee Manor.
"Well, now that we're here," she stated. "why don't we head inside and discuss the true reason you're both here over dinner. I'm sure you're both hungry after nine hours of nothing but that slop they call 'airline food.'"
Jasper's stomach rumbled in agreement. He hadn't really eaten since before he was arrested the previous night and by now he was famished.
Weiss laughed. "I'll take that as a 'yes.' Follow me, there is already a meal prepared for us in the dining hall." She started leading them towards the entrance to the house, turning at the last second to Oliver, who was still standing by the car. "If you would, Oliver, please take Yang and Jasper's bags and weapons to their respective rooms."
"Certainly, Miss Schnee," he nodded respectfully.
With that, Weiss guided them into Schnee Manor. The way they came in was merely a small entryway, even still Jasper was awestruck with just how grandiose and pristine the place was. They stood in a long hallway, which looked to have hundreds of doors lining each side. Ornate tapestries of blue and white, beautiful painting, and intricately carved statues of knights in suits of armor ran all along the walls. Spaced out between these, were windows that provided a truly magnificent view of the Atlesian mountains. Even the floor was impressive. Flawless, meticulously cleaned, and polished to a mirror sheen, the dark hardwood had nary a scratch or scuff in sight.
And that was just one hallway. Weiss led them down and around a corner into what Jasper could only assume was the main hall. Two massive marble staircases curved out from the second floor, meeting in front of a large door of the same wood and polish as the floor. From the ceiling hung a crystal chandelier the likes of which he'd only ever seen in photos. Evening sunlight beamed through the grand windows above the door and refracted in the ornament, speckling the room with flecks of mystifying light.
He clearly hadn't hidden is amazement, as Yang chuckled when she noted his expression. "It's a lot to take in the first time, isn't it?"
"I'm not going to try and be modest and say it's nothing. This house is quite impressive, yes," Weiss said.
Jasper, still too dumbstruck to speak, simply nodded.
The rest of the house wasn't any less magnificent. All of the rooms they passed on the way to the dining hall had just the same amount of beauty and craftsmanship put into them. Their destination, the dining room had a chandelier, similar to the one in the main hall, but smaller. In the middle of the room was a long, wooden table adorned with candles, a finely made tablecloth, and expensive china plates and bowls. Along the back wall stood a great stone fireplace, above which hung a painting of the entire Schnee family. They were greeted by a petite young faunus in a chef's garb, a fluffy, red fox tail waving back and forth behind her. She smiled as they entered the room.
"Welcome home Miss Schnee. I assume that these are our honored guests?"
Weiss nodded, echoing her smile. "Yes, this is Yang Xiao Long and her nephew Jasper Arc, they will be staying with us for a while."
The cook approached and shook Yang and Jasper's hands one after the other, making sure to keep her cherry-red eyes trained on theirs as she did.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both. My name is Garnet Cook - ironic, I know - and I am Miss Schnee's personal chef," the woman explained. "If you're ever wanting something whipped up, I'm your girl."
"I think we'll take you up on that, actually," Yang said, gesturing to Jasper. "We're both pretty hungry after our flight."
Garnet nodded, still smiling. "Of course, give me just a moment, I'll be right back."
With that, she turned on her heel and almost skipped into the kitchen, her tail flitting through the air.
"Well, she's...interesting," Yang noted, taking her seat at the table. "Not the kind of attitude you'd expect from someone working for you."
Weiss chuckled as she placed her napkin in her lap. "Yes, Garnet does bring a certain amount of levity to the place, doesn't she?"
Once they were all settled around one end of the table - so they could converse without having to shout - the faunus returned pushing a cart. The array of smells emanating from it caused Jasper's mouth to start watering. He stared at the plates as they were placed on the table one by one, regretting that he only had the one eye to stare with. Their meal consisted of three courses: a starting soup, an expertly cooked steak with stewed potatoes, and some kind of fancy chocolate dessert that Jasper couldn't even pronounce the name of.
"Okay, let me just say that this," he motioned toward the heavenly spread before them. "looks fantastic. All the misery of the plane ride was worth it now."
Garnet's smile only grew wider. "Well, I'm glad. It's not often I get to cook for guests. Occasionally higher-ups from the S.D.C. come to discuss business, but very rarely do I get to meet them personally."
She stayed for a few more minutes, watching to see if the food really was as good as he said it looked. Her thoughts were soon put to rest with Jasper, Yang, and Weiss all complimenting her, saying that it was beyond what they expected. The girl seemed to have a great weight lifted from her shoulders by their praises. After they'd all finished their meals, with even more statements as to the food's quality, Garnet wheeled yet another cart out of the kitchen. Placing a steaming pot of coffee, three mugs, and containers filled with cream and sugar on the table, she bowed slightly and made to leave.
"If any of you have need of me, just give me a call."
"Thank you very much, Garnet. Would you mind closing the door on your way out, please? I'd like us to be able to speak in private," Weiss told her.
"Of course. Have a nice night, Miss Schnee."
She pulled the large wooden doors shut as she exited, leaving the three of them alone in silence. For a moment, the only sound heard was the occasional crack from the blaze within the fireplace.
Yang was the first to speak. "Okay, so I guess it's time we address the Goliath in the room. Weiss, tell us about the attack. What happened?"
The Ice Queen poured herself a cup of coffee with cream and a heavy sigh. "There's not really all that much to tell, honestly. The whole ordeal, while terrifying and awful, was over rather quickly." She took a sip of her coffee. "I got up to deliver a speech about the labor strike in Vacuo. I can't afford to appear on edge in front of the press, so I suppose I subconsciously let my guard down. My security team was like children playing with cap-guns compared to the group that attacked me. Not a single one of them survived the initial strike."
They both listened intently while Weiss spoke, hanging on every word.
"The assassins were skilled, definitely huntsman trained, if not military. Despite setting fire to the building, they knew exactly what to do to keep from having civilian casualties. Apparently, I and my security detail were the only ones in any sort of real danger."
It was a decent plan. Set the place alight, and in all the chaos, they had a clear shot to get at Weiss.
"How many were there?" Jasper asked. If what Yang had told him was to be believed, and these were the ones that had killed his parents, he wanted to know as much as he could about them.
Weiss pondered for a few seconds, trying to recall all of the details. "I want to say six, though there may have been others that I didn't see."
"Any notable things you can remember? Fighting styles? Weapons? Clothing? Did any of them call each other by name?" Yang inquired.
"Well, they all fought differently. Some of them used hand-to-hand, lightweight weapons, firearms and a few others. Nothing you wouldn't expect from killers. They were professional enough not to address one another with anything other than simply warnings and callouts. As for their attire, it consisted mainly of black hoods, face masks, and cloaks. Again, nothing out of the ordinary for assassins."
Yang's brow furrowed and she rubbed her chin contemplatively. Jasper could see the gears turning in her head. Her expression told that she had the same thoughts he did.
"So they set the place on fire first, used the confusion to slip past your guards, and get to you. Black clothing, highly trained and experienced. And they're not afraid to go after high-risk targets," she summarized. "Yeah, I think these might be the guys that killed Ruby and Jaune."
An eerie draft blew through the room, causing the fire to waver. The air grew cold and the lights dimmed slightly, as though their ghost were listening in on the conversation. Jasper grit his teeth and clenched his fists, fighting back the urge to fling his coffee mug against the wall.
Weiss, while troubled by the assumption, had clearly anticipated it and nodded somberly. "Yes, that was my thought as well. On top of the similarities, there is another reason I believe the two groups are one and the same." She took another sip of coffee let out a deep breath. "Before the attack, I was curious and started doing some digging into Jaune and Ruby's murder. It wasn't exactly a subtle affair and at first, I thought that was a mistake made on the assassins' part."
"But then I saw the surgical precision with which they operate and I realized, they wanted people to see and know it was happening. They wanted to cause a scene and spread chaos," she paused, her words sinking in. "And I would hope that we all know what that brings."
Yang and Jasper nodded in unison. "The Grimm," Jasper affirmed.
"Right. What better way to stir up negative emotions in people than to eliminate two of Remnant's greatest heroes?"
She spoke truth. There had been fallout from the Arc-Rose deaths outside of their close family and friends. The worldwide surge of fear and panic had caused an equally intense rise in Grimm activity. Which, in turn, had seeded more negativity. The attacks subsided after a while, as people began to move past the loss of their saviors. Now, after six whole years, the only ones that truly cared anymore were the ones that knew them.
Weiss continued. "I tried to figure out who would benefit from the increase in Grimm assaults, but the only person that came to mind was Salem. And that's impossible. Equally so for her followers, as they're all either dead or in prison. All except Emerald, of course, but she renounced Salem near the end if you remember."
Yang acknowledged it. Jasper had a very limited understanding of the people to which Weiss was referring. While everyone knew of Salem and lieutenants, very few knew much more than the bare minimum. He recalled the name Emerald from stories his parents had told him as a child. Emerald Sustrai, one of Salem's more...reluctant servants had left the witch and joined with Ruby near the end of the secret war for Remnant. Now she was somewhere in Mistral if he was not mistaken.
"Who do you think was behind it, if not one of them?" Jasper asked.
Weiss shook her head and sighed. "Unfortunately, all my digging caught someone's attention and that is when they made an attempt on my life."
"So, either somebody didn't like you snooping around, or it was just an unhappy coincidence."
"Kid, in our line of work, there's no such thing as coincidence. Happy or otherwise," Yang explained. "That means that Weiss made whoever murdered your folks nervous enough to send their goons out again. She was getting close to finding something out." Turning to face the white-haired woman, she continued. "Please tell me you have an idea of who we're looking for now?"
"Again, much to my chagrin, no. I only know that they're smart enough not to leave any sort of paper trail or personal touch to their operations. That makes me think that all interactions between the assassins and their employer are handled in person."
"Damn it all," Jasper thought. "So, we don't have any leads? Where does that leave us?"
Yang stood up and stretched with a groan and a yawn. "It leaves us waiting. I have a feeling these guys are gonna try their luck again. And when they do, we'll be ready for 'em." She downed the remainder of her coffee. "For now, I need a shower and my beauty rest. I'm guessing I'm staying in the same room as I did last time I was here, Weiss?"
Weiss replied with a nod.
"Okay then. Night all."
Jasper sat in silence for a few minutes, running all of the information he'd just processed in his head over and over again. Weiss too was content with the quiet, likely doing the same. The entire situation was insane in his eye. Just the night before, he'd been in Vale sitting in a jail cell for the fifth weekend in a row. Now he was all the way up in Atlas, staying at the Schnee Family mansion, awaiting a group of highly-trained, blood-thirsty killers to make a move on Weiss. It simply boggled the mind.
After about five minutes of sitting at the table with Weiss, Jasper decided to retire as well. Standing up, he turned to her. "Thanks for the food, I guess. And for the...well, everything."
The woman chuckled and got up with him. "You're very welcome, but I didn't cook the meal and Yang and yourself are here to protect me. If anything, I should be thanking you. I honestly wish I could do more for you two."
"Yeah, I suppose that's right," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I mean there is one thing you could do."
She raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
He laughed. "You could show me where I'm sleeping. I feel like I'd get lost if I went by myself."
Weiss smiled and sighed. "You're just like your parents. Neither one of them had any sense of direction, either."
Wiess and the young man exited through the large door into the hallway, closing it behind them. Unfortunately, that meant they were out of sight for the black-garbed faunus hidden outside the dining room window. From his perch in a frozen tree, he'd been able to observe the entire meal under the cover of darkness. He hadn't been able to hear what any of them had said, despite the enhanced hearing the white hare ears atop his head gave him. However, it didn't really matter what they talked about, his boss would be pleased with the fact that he'd been able to slip onto the property undetected.
Pressing and finger to the wireless earpiece in his human ear, he called in. "This is Cotton." - yes, his name was really Cotton -
"Report," came the crackling reply.
"Schnee has two new guests, huntsmen, by the looks of it. One male, one female, both human."
"Any way you ID'd them?"
"The man I didn't recognize, but the woman.." he paused, smiling evilly. "Our job just got a lot easier. It's Yang Xiao Long."
There was no response for a beat.
"You're certain?"
"Absolutely. Long blonde hair, bionic arm, and an outfit that looked like it was about to pop open. It's her."
The man on the other end of the line chuckled, which, admittedly, didn't sound too pleasant over the radio. "Maintain eyes on the house. Alert me if anything changes. Do not, under any circumstances engage Schnee, Xiao Long, or their boytoy."
Cotton nodded, realizing immediately that the action was idiotic, as he was communicating via audio. "Copy that."
"Things are about to get fun."
A/N: Sorry for the continuous lack of action. I know the story is listed as "Adventure," but there's a lot of exposition that needs to happen for the story to be the best it can be. Anyway, thanks for reading. Leave a review if you have any tips, suggestions or offensive remarks you want to kick my way.