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Rouge's Vibe, City of Vale, 9:30 P.M.

York

"What about you, Cole?" Junior's voice broke through York's thoughts as the Freelancer poured a glass of bourbon.

"What? Sorry, I trailed off into my mind for a sec." York apologized.

Junior waved a hand dismissively. "It's alright. I asked what you think about that new vigilante, that Gargoyle fella."

York shrugged. "I don't really. Not that I have anything against Faunus, but those White Fang are quite a handful. Not to mention it's really good at saving innocent lives." He said, then raised a finger. "Though I do think they should come up with a better nickname than 'The Gargoyle'. It sounds… retarded, pretty sure the guy doesn't like being called an ugly statue."

Junior laughed. "I bet he doesn't." He agreed. He heard the DJ put on of the songs York sent him, 'Derezzed' by Daft Punk. York grinned, then saw one man come running in, shutting the sliding door behind him. "Junior!" He yelled into the earpieces all staff wore. "She's back!"

"Aw, hell." Junior complained, a look of fear overcoming his face. "Get ready for anything." He called to the others. "But keep playing." He said, looking at the DJ, who just nodded.

York looked at the man. "Who's here?"

"Blondie. Same one who wrecked the place last time…" He told the barman. "Can you handle a gun?"

"Yeah, why?"

Junior tapped a button and one of the shelves under the bar slid on a hinge revealing a shotgun and a .30-30 with two machine guns. "Just in case." Junior told him.

York nodded solemnly, then served up the next drink, keeping his eyes on the door. They slid open, and his eyes widened at the girl who walked in and the troop that followed.

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Yang and her current 'crew' stepped inside the main room of the club, and the brawler could see the wary eyes that gazed at her. "Go have some fun, I'll talk to Junior."

"I'll come with." Blake said, eyeing the dense crowd.

The blonde nodded, then turned to walk towards the bar, putting a little swing to her hips. Junior glared right at her, and the other man at the bar, seeming to be in his early twenties (the portal reversed his age a bit, He just blames it on his vision) wearing a denim button-down shirt on top of a red shirt with a black tribal flame on it. He had brown hair and one dark eye, the other milky white with a scar running over it. He glanced Yang's way as she approached, then continued mixing a drink.

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York inspected the girl for a second, then continued making the cocktail he was working on.

She walked up to the bar and stated clearly so both of us could hear, "Strawberry Sunrise, no ice."

The Freelancer coughed. "Aren't you a bit young?"

"Just give it to her, Cole." Junior said warily. "What do you want, Blondie?"

Yang looked straight at the club's owner. "Oh, me and my friends are just here to party." She paused. "And some information."

"Oh, great. If it's still about that woman, I've never seen her before!" Junior protested. "And I haven't heard anything about Torchwick either!"

Torchwick? Isn't that the guy that's been attacking the dust shops? York asked Delta, though he was pretty sure it was.

Indeed it is, 'Cole.'" Delta answered, just as the girl laughed. "Oh, no, not that." She told him. "I'm on a different track now."

Up on the stage, the song changed again, the DJ playing 'Radioactive', a classic by Imagine Dragons. What could York say? He dug the classics.

"So what do you want?" Junior asked. York took a second to take a drink of water.

"The Gargoyle. What can you tell me?"

York choked in surprise, then swallowed before starting to cough. "You okay, there, Cole?" A man at the bar asked, a regular here that knew his name.

"Yeah, just went down the wrong tube." He told him.

Junior glanced his way before looking back at the blonde. "No one knows anything about the vigilante. If I did, he'd probably be at the bottom of the ocean, killed by the darker side I service."

Note to self, York thought, don't tell Junior anything about my 'night activities.'

We're you planning on it? Delta questioned.

Oh, yeah, D. Totally. I was going to ask him to wear spandex suits around all the time while helping me fight crime.

Sarcasm is not lost on me, York. The AI responded.

"You sure about that? I'd be willing to pay…" Yang stated, holding up a wallet of lien.

"I'm telling you, I've got nothing." Junior told him. "Besides, what would you do with it?"

"I'm looking to give him something. Something he could find useful." The teen responded.

York gulped. Should I?

"That vigilante could be crazy, could kill you if you aren't careful. My advice: just let it be."

It's up to you, perhaps you could use her as a messenger to the outside world, get the stupid name changed… But it would put her at risk. Perhaps act as if you're the middle man for now, see what's up.

Okay, but how do I contact her without raising suspicion?

I've already isolated her scroll number.

Oh, D, you're the best. York complimented as he pulled his scroll from his back pocket, typing the number in as Delta said it mentally, then the quick message and a final note with the push of the send button.

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Yang's scroll went off with a text message, vibrating in her pocket. She downed her drink, then called for another as she pulled it from her pocket. The other barman took it as she read.

I have the information you seek, my shift ends at eleven, meet me outside the club, then we talk. Signed, the barman.

P.S. Make sure this doesn't get seen.

Yang looked up at the man with the milky eye, who met her gaze for a second, giving a simple wink as he mixed her drink. She smiled, knowing she was one step closer to identifying the Gargoyle.

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Two hours later

Yang waited outside, her group of friends talking to each other just a few yards away. She checked her watch, 11:06.

The doors to the club opened, and the barman stepped out, looked around and spotted her, then walked over to her. "These your friends?" He asked, looking over at the others. Sun was currently tossing cookies while Neptune patted his back. Jaune laughed and half-shouted to her, "Hey, look! Vomit Boy 2.0"

Yang shook her head. "Yeah."

"Follow me." He said simply, then turned to walk down the way to a black-and silver motorcycle with an odd design, like it was meant for comfort.

"Hey, what model is that thing?"

The man shook his head. "Where I come from, we'd call it a Harley, but I had to make it myself from some crotch rocket parts and stuff."

Yang's eyes widened. He took apart a motorcycle and totally reshaped it, instant respect. She looked over at her bike, Bumblebee, and the car the other's had rented to get here.

"Hey, guys. We're loading up."

The others looked around as the barman mounted his ride, then twisted the ignition. The engine roared to life, very loud. The others looked at it in shock, afraid it was about to explode, while Yang's eyes lit up in delight. She hurried to her Bumblebee and started her up, Blake taking the seat behind her and holding on. The others piled in the car.

The barman roared off into the street, the motorcycle even louder than before. Yang followed it to the left of the corner and down a few streets before it turned into a block of warehouses. Its rider killed the engine, and stepped off.

"Welcome to my humble abode." The man said. "My name's Cole Grey, call me that, for now…"

"For now?" Yang asked.

He grinned. "All in good time, Ms. Xiao Long."

The car pulled up as well, and Jaune, Ren, Nora, Sun, and Neptune piled out. "Quick question," Sun started, "Who are you and why did we just drive two blocks? We could have walked."

"Wouldn't it have seemed strange if you arrived in car's, then just left them to follow me. At least now it looks like you've gone somewhere. If you came back and got them, it'd raise a lot of questions." Cole explained. "And, as I just explained to Ms. Belladonna and Xiao Long, my name is Cole Grey."

Cole looked at Yang. "Now, what sort of information do you have for… my acquaintance?"

"Well, we know where the white fang has been meeting, and that Torchwick seems to have access to restricted items like an Atlesian Paladin." Yang started, "And we can give you more if you can get us face-to-face with him."

Blake gave her partner a pointed glare, knowing that they didn't have that much information, but Cole had eyes, or perhaps eye, on Yang. She guessed a minute passed by before he spoke.

"Okay, I'm going to trust you all and let you in, but two things." He told them.

"What's that?" Jaune asked.

"Tell no one. And call me York." The man smiled.

The students looked at each other, then Neptune asked, "Why?"

"If I decide I can trust you, I'll tell you all about it." He grinned. "Now let's head inside, We have business to discuss, and a meeting to arrange with the Gargoyle."

Everyone's eyes lit up as he stepped to the warehouse door and unlocked it, then closed it before they could enter. The larger door, used for vehicle loading, began to open, chains clacking, until it stopped about eight feet from the ground, letting them see the dark hole inside.

"Quick, get your vehicles inside." Cole's voice told them from the darkness.

Yang stopped. "Why are the lights off?"

"Let's just say I don't want anyone on the outside to see some… incriminating objects inside." He said.

Blake spoke. "It's okay, guys. But you'll definitely want to see this!"

The confirmation from Yang's partner, who she knew was a Faunus, was enough for the brawler. She shifted her bike into neutral and pushed it in, far enough so the car could as well.

York stepped out and wheeled his bike in, and the car followed, then the mysterious barman lowered the door, leaving them all in darkness.