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Vale Police Department, Precinct 1, three days later

Echo

"So, you and six of Vale's finest were unable to apprehend one man?" Chief Shad asked, a disappointed scowl crossing his face.

"We weren't expecting the others. We were under the impression that he was working alone." Echo protested.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "He wasn't?"

"He was aided in attacking the White Fang by multiple others, including one of Atlas' most wanted: Rowan Emberstorm. I also learned his true name and the other man in the same kind of armor. The 'Gargoyle' is apparently called 'Blaze' and the giant man is known as Eagle."

"How many casualties were there last night?"

"Four Fang members, all the others will survive."

Shad nodded. "And my task force?"

"They will also survive. The worst we have is a broken arm." Echo told him quietly.

The chief nodded and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "I made my full report this morning, their sending a specialist to come assist you. You aren't being recalled, and there will be no repercussions. She will be there to assist you in taking 'Blaze' down."

"'She'?"

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Rouge's Vibe, 5:00 P.M.

Jaune

"So then, I realize this thing is transmitting to the MOI's MAC gun targeting system, so I ask the guy 'Hey, can you hold this for a second?'"

I burst out laughing. "And he actually bought that?"

"Yeah, he didn't seem that smart… So then began the craziest fall of my life. The MAC gun fired and the building started to collapse. We ran off the edge, and Carolina steered the Sarcophagus into a Pelican, then we both were falling."

"Then what happened?" Ruby asked, eating a cookie.

"Out of nowhere, Maine arrives in this Warthog, a jeep with a big machine gun on the back, and he catches us just in time. So we land on the highway, and we switched seats to go after the guy with the code to activate the Sarcophagus. Team two was pinned down, so Maine took it from the man, and we hauled off. Then these Insurrectionists with jetpacks fly off this helicopter, and while I'm driving, Carolina and Maine these two Innie's for the briefcase. I saw one of them die, and toss a pistol to the other, who shot Maine many times in the throat, that's why he's mute. The remaining Innie got away, and we had to rush him to a medical station for surgery."

Everyone's eyes were wide, finally knowing how Maine had become mute. I whistled lowly. York finished cleaning the bar, then took all of the glasses and stuck a tray for a man to take to the dishwasher.

"So, how'd you get your eye injured?"

"Well, you see, Tex had just arrived, and the Director scheduled a match against me, Wyoming, and Maine, three against one. I tried to come up with a strategy for us, but they kept charging at her, trying to beat her themselves. She beat us all individually for round after round…"

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Vale Bullhead Airport

Echo

The young hunter-to-be sighed as a bullhead set down, people departing from the plane and he scanned the crowd for his new chaperone. He still doubted the need for one, but he wouldn't question the headmaster's orders.

"Are you Echo Mozarch?" A voice to his right asked. He turned to view that last person he expected to be here: Winter Schnee.

"Ms. Schnee. I wasn't expecting for the Academy to send you." Echo bowed.

Winter Schnee was a tall young woman, with pale skin, white hair and medium-light blue eyes. Her hair was, as always, tied up in a bun at the back of her head, with the exception of her bangs, which were brushed off to the right side of her face, with a small lock of hair that reached below her left ear clearly visible. Her saber sat in place at her waist, partially covered by her white trench coat.

"I wouldn't if it wasn't a dangerous vigilante." Winter scowled. "Whose idea was it to send you after a killer?"

"Actually, Ms. Schnee. He's not going out to purposefully kill. He actually leaves most alive and waiting for the police, unable to escape." Echo told her. "He only kills to save his own life or that of another if there is no other option."

Winter hummed thoughtfully. "What else do we have to go on?"

"He said he'd prefer to be called Blaze or Foxtrot-12. He's occasionally had accomplices, including a man dressed like him that he addressed as 'Eagle.' They call themselves the New Freelancers." Echo gulped.

"I think Ozpin is working to legalize the New Freelancers as Hunters. If we want to complete our objective, we need to act fast. I've made calculations on the response time it takes for the Gar- for Blaze to get to an emergency. He seems to have a handle on the security systems. I was able to triangulate his position and narrow it down to the East warehouse District." Echo told her.

"You've done well, Echo." Winter said, though a smile didn't reach her lips. "We can start asking around for information immediately, and have a stakeout tonight to see if we can spot him."

"Yes, ma'am."

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273 Ironrose, later that evening.

York grunted as Milo met Firestorm, pushing slightly on his muscles until he gained control, diverting the blade to the side and striking quickly. Pyrrha leaped back, then sent a series of strikes, fast and hard, but York was able to block each one with ease, then countered with his own slice, forceful enough to push Milo back.

"You're getting much better, Mr. York."

"I'm a fast learner. And it's just York."

Pyrrha sent another flurry of strikes, faster than the last, And York blocked each one again. "I don't know, maybe we should call you Blaze."

"No, York works." He told the Spartan as he sent his own coordinated attacks, waiting for a feint that looked like it was going for her head, but whizzed over and tapped her leg before she could shift.

"That was good!" She complimented. York smiled, glad he was finally over her voice. "I think we can call it there, I need to go and study, but I think a small troupe of party-goers are waiting at the club for you."

York smiled and deactivated his armor, the suit shrinking it backpack form. "Thank you for teaching me, Ms. Nikos."

"If I'm going to call you York you must call me Pyrrha." She smiled, then glanced up at the stairs to the loft, which Jaune was currently hurrying down, headed to the club himself. As soon as he exited, York sighed.

"When are you going to talk to him?" He asked.

Pyrrha tried to shove it off. "What are you talking about? I talk to him all the time!"

York gave her a pointed look, "Pyrrha, don't make the same mistake I did."

"I just wish he could realize it."

York laughed. "He is a bit dense when it comes to reading women."

"And when were you such a pro?"

"Seemed like I could, except for her. She was nigh impossible to read." York sighed sadly, then tried to put on a smile. "I guess I should head out. Goodnight, Pyrrha, travel safe, study hard."

York waited until Pyrrha left, then looked to Maine, who was sharpening his blade on the Brute Shot. "See you in a bit, Maine."

The giant waved with a grin, and York left, heading through the alleyway to the club, whistling 'Stand Up' by the Cab.

When he entered, there was indeed a group of a few New Freelancers. Jaune and Yang were talking to one another while Ren was calmly speaking with Blake, Nora off messing with Jake's bear head, the DJ had finally returned from his family business and was currently in full 'uniform', prepping the stage for the night.

"Hey, York." Junior called from the office, exiting with the Malachite twins.

York grinned. "What's up, Boss?"

"You've been doing pretty well here, York." The big man told him. "I'm impressed." Then he saw Yang. "Blondie. You here to wreck the place?"

"Not today, Junior, not today." She told him with a grin.

It was then that two people came into the club, one that set York's senses on high alert. Echo Mozarch had just walked through the door.