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273 Ironrose

Blake

"Let there be light." York said, and then the warehouse was lit with LED light, illuminating a bare lower section with nothing but maps and a desk with a few weapons on it, as well as four posts with holo-projectors on top, about eight feet from each other in a square. On the far side was an odd symbol, three lines with bends placed in a fan-like order. Next to it was a tribal eagle and some scales.

I took all this in, then began putting the pieces together. "The Gargoyle works here?"

"Yes, he uses my home as his HQ." York said dryly. "And he really hates that name…"

"So, you know him personally?" Yang asked. "After all this information, we were hoping to join forces with him, maybe help him fight some crime.

York was stepping up the ladder to the loft above, and he stopped. He looked down with a sigh, then looked at us. "His work is very dangerous, and it means that people could die, the people he's against, the people he works with. And if you join him, even if he lets you, how can you defend yourself when someone's trying to kill you?"

"We've been fighting Torchwick, too!" I protested, "We took down that Atlesian Paladin he stole, the one on the news. We're training to be huntresses!"

"And Huntsmen." Jaune amended, the three other guys nodding behind him.

"We got all our information hands-on." I continued, "We're fully capable, and we're ready to put our lives on the line if it means we can stop them."

York looked straight at me, seeming to penetrate my soul, then continued up the stairs. "What do you think, D?"

A voice, slightly robotic in speaking, started emanating from the speakers on the projectors on the floor. "I think they could make valuable allies."

"Is that the Gargoyle?" Sun asked, hope entering his face. We all looked up at York for confirmation.

The man shrugged on a large backpack, one that had a buckle that connected the straps and a waist belt to distribute weight. "No, he's not the Gargoyle." He said, and most of the faces looked crestfallen.

York pushed a single button on his chest, and the backpack popped open, parts sliding on and securing themselves, golden armor with sliver trim encasing his body until all that remained was his face, then more parts covered his mouth and his eyes were covered by a golden visor. As the suit came to power, York leapt off of the Loft, landing with a roll before he punched a fist into the ground and looked up. "I am."

All eyes had widened on our faces, then the other voice spoke. "You always were a show-off, Agent York."

"Oh, shut up, D." The man's voice crackled as if on a radio through the speakers, although a high-quality radio.

"So, who's D? Sounds like you're trying to compensate."

"I am an AI, my designated name is Delta." The voice spoke as the projectors hummed to life. A green man in full armor stood glowing a few seconds later. "Greetings."

"He's how I learned your names and scroll numbers." York told them. "Sorry if that creeped you out."

"So, does this mean we're going to be joining forces?" Yang asked, "Do we get to help you kick some evil butt?"

"Ooo, Codenames!" Sun called.

"Awesome outfits?" Neptune added.

"Cool gadgets?" Jaune asked.

"Protecting the innocent?" Ren spoke.

"Sloths?" Nora questioned. "Oh, I would just love a sloth. They're so cute! What's your favorite animal, York? Oh, and your favorite color? And what about-"

"Whoa, easy there." York told them. "We'll see about teaming up, but for now, let's just start with the basics. No on the outfits, or sloths, I'm fresh out of those."

"But you know where to get a sloth!" The hammer-wielder accused with a pointed finger.

Ren shook his head. "He was joking, Nora."

York shook it off and his helmet retracted. "Tell you what, you wanna help? Come by here next week. If you want to be part of this team, then I need to know you, personally, so you can watch my back."

"And we need to know your backstory, too." Jaune shot back.

The armored man's helmet disappeared. "Fine, we'll start with my story when you all get here."

Yang hissed in a breath. "Yeah, about that… There's more of us than those who showed up tonight. All together, we make three teams of four…" She admitted.

York sighed. "Of course you do… alright, they can come, too." He said dejectedly. "And whatever you do, don't let anyone outside of your group know my name, where I live, or that you personally know these bits of information, too. It could us all into very big trouble."

"Understood." I told him, the others nodding their own assent.

"Alright, then. Come back when you're free. I'm usually here in the daytime."

Yang nodded. "Okay, we'll leave you to it, Mr. Gargoyle... Geez, you need a new name."

"Preaching to the choir." York said with a groan.

"What does that symbol stand for?" I asked suddenly, my curiosity overcoming me.

The vigilante looked at me with a raised brow as Delta spoke. "I would be careful, Ms. Belladonna. Curiosity killed the cat." He said, and I knew by the way he said it that they knew. They both knew my secret, and he just told me they knew.

"The symbol in the middle used to be the insignia of an organization I was part of, a project." York answered, sending a glare Delta's way. "But more on that later, you guys get home."

"Come on, Gang, let's head back to Beacon." Yang affirmed, and we all hopped into/onto our rides home, while York turned off the lights and lifted the door.

"I'd call this a full success, wouldn't you, kitty-cat?" Yang teased me.

"Maybe so." I hummed.

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York

Cole 'York' Grey watched as the teens rolled off into the night, then let the door close and turned to Delta, who still stood at the projectors. "I hope we know what we brought them into."

"I am sure this time it will be different." Delta assured.

York rose an eyebrow. "How's that?"

"They don't have an obsessed madman ruling their thoughts."