A/N: I don't own RWBY or Red vs. Blue, all rights go to Rooster Teeth

Chapter 4: Club

City of Vale

York trailed Neo while examining his surroundings. He noticed the moon up above, shattered in multiple pieces on one side. "That seems odd." York commented to himself.

Neo looked back, a questioning look made from her features. "Nothing important." York told her, and the girl shrugged and turned to look ahead. The duo turned down a dark street, and they approached what York recognized instantly, with its wall-shaking beats.

"A club?" York asked, then looked at the empty space where a line of clubbers would usually be. "Is it not open or something?"

Neo shook her head, then pretended to hammer the air. "Oh, remodeling." York guessed, to which the young girl nodded. "Apparently their sound system works."

Three guards in full black suits with red ties wearing red sunglasses waiting at a steel door, each armed.

"Hey, Neo. Been awhile." One said. "What's with the robot?"

"It's armor." York corrected.

"Whatever." Another spoke. "Is he with you?"

Neo nodded, and the doorman pulled open the door to admit them.

Another two men sat at a booth next to a tinted glass door, darkening what was occurring inside. "Hey Neo." One said, then pressed a button. Neo continued her stroll, giving the man a small salute as the doors opened just enough to let a person inside. York followed her through and his eyes widened. The inside looked as if a bull elephant with a suicide bomber vest had come in here.

"Alright, I think that's enough. Sounds working great!" a large man in a white dress shirt and black vest called up to the DJ, who wore a teddy bear head.

Neo stepped up to the vested man and taped his shoulder with her umbrella, since her height restricted her from doing it any other way.

"Eh?" The man turned, revealing his black hair and goatee, then he grinned. "Hey, Neo! Glad to see you back. Where you been?"

Neo signed something that York couldn't see for a few minutes, and then the man looked straight at him. "You took out some thugs for Neo?"

York nodded. "She looked like she could use a hand."

He burst out laughing, and Neo followed, looking at him and laughing silently. "Oh, trust me, she didn't need help. But, she appreciates it none the less."

After they recovered, the finely dressed man extended a hand. "Call me Junior. I heard you were looking for work?"

York nodded, then shrugged off his backpack before taking off his helmet.

"Dude, what happened to your eye?" A man on the side asked, a security guard, he guessed.

"Accident with a grenade, it's my bad eye. Name's Cole Grey, but my friends call me York."
"Why?"

York sighed. "It's a long story. Maybe another time."

"Alright, I got a few positions open, what are you looking for?"

"I can work a bar pretty well, though I don't know all the local lingo…" York said honestly. "Though I'm pretty sure I can get the hang of it. I could also work with the DJ, I've got some modern tunes that aren't really well-known here in Vale."

Juniors nodded while he scratched his goatee. "Seems good. How much we talking payload?"

York shrugged. "What's you offer?"

"You said you were new in town? I'll give you 550 lien an hour, 'cause you'll be working the first shift, which is the hardest shift of the night."

This is a good deal, York. We can get set up pretty well and quick with those kinds of funds. Delta said in his mind. Take it.

"Okay, I'll take it."

Junior smiled. "You start next week, when the club reopens. I'll be working with you to check your skills. That work for you?"

York held out his hand. "It's a deal."

Junior took it and gave it a firm shake.

"So, Junior, you know any places that rent for real cheap. Kinda private, but has all the necessities."

Junior stroked his chin in thought after disengaged from the handshake. "There's a small warehouse close to here, been out of service for years. I think it's still on the grid and water system, too."

"Sounds good, can you give me the address?"

Junior nodded. "273 Ironrose Street, next one over."

"I'll check it out. See you next week. Friday, I assume?"

"Yeah."

York turned to leave, then stopped. "By the way, what happened here?"

"Some blonde brawler, wrecked the place because I didn't have some information. Things… got out of hand." Junior told him.

York blinked, then slid on his helmet. "Goodbye, Neo. See you around?" He asked.

The colorful girl smiled and gave a thumbs up, then placed both hands on the umbrella, which she was still using as a cane. York smiled and turned to leave in search of a new home.

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"Well, I guess this is home, sweet home for now…" York said as he looked at the warehouse. It seemed about the size of two football fields, side by side. All that stopped him from his new home was a simple chain and lock.

"Oh, come on, it was like it was meant for us, D!" The armored man stated, then quickly unlocked the entrance, undid the chain, and opened the door.

The inside was very bare, with stairs on the left side leading up to the second level, which were two sections that used a quarter each of the space above, a path on the far side connecting them. There was a restroom on the right corner, and a door next to it that was bolted shut.

York approached the door and quickly slid back the bolt. As he opened the door, his helmet lights flickered on to reveal a staircase down to a lower level. He stepped down this staircase to reach a level, and immediately spotted the electrical box. "Aha, here we go." He said, opening the box to reveal multiple breakers.

On his visor, Delta highlighted the switches he wanted to turn on, which York completed. Lights popped on in the lower levels, revealing a storage room that contained odd bits of scraps and machinery, the odd piece of furniture, and tons of tools.

"Looks like we're in business." Cole 'York' Grey stated.

"So it would seem, Agent York."

A/N: This is your last chance to suggest a vigilante name for York. Once again, I have ideas, but I'm sure yours are good, too. Perhaps *coughs twice* even better than mine.

-Pheonix