The inhuman screaming from the scroll caused Ozpin to press the stop button. Sighing, he pressed the play for more screaming.

"Old man, if this is the best you got then Goddess Salem will turn your kingdom into dust."

More screaming.

Finally pressing stop, Ozpin rested his chin on his thumbs of his interlaced fingers.

Pressing the call button, "Miss Goodwitch, send for Qrow Branwen."

"Yes, Ozpin."

Pressing the off button, Ozpin turned in his chair staring at the scenery of Beacon.

9:45 am - Catacombs under Beacon Academy

Leading his students through the catacombs of the newly discovered dungeons under Beacon, "It seems this system of dungeons," remarked Professor Oobleck, "predate the Great War. Yes, definitely the Age of Aristocrats."

"Aristocats?" said Summer.

"Aristocrats," replied Tai, "Basically a time of no Aura or Semblances."

"No Aura or Semblances," said Qrow, "like some Dark Age."

"Something like that."

"Bet," said Raven, "some wished we were back in the Dark Ages."

"Ironically, there are those that do wish we would go back to those times."

Noticing an iron cylinder about human height with metal spikes inside, "Wonder what the purpose of this was?" asked Summer.

"An iron maiden," said Tai, "designed to break Aura permanently."

"Really?"

"Exactly," said Raven, "how did that work?"

"Simple," replied Tai, "it was believed those that had aura also had a weak spot. If that spot was pierced, aura was gone forever."

"Why was many spikes?" asked Summer.

"No one knew where this spot was so multiple spikes at once for a very long time."

"It makes being in a pit a vacation," commented Raven noticing Qrow reading text on his scroll, "Don't want your cradle robber to wait too long."

Giving her a dirty look, Qrow walked away. Noticing the hurt look on Summer's face, Raven wanted to take her comment back.

10:30 am - Beacon Tower

The CCT Tower of Vale was the most prominent part of Beacon academy. The building itself was an enormous cylindrical building supported by four flying buttresses.

Stepping off the elevator into Ozpin's office, Qrow stared at the green spheres of light as well as the intricate clockwork mechanism consisting of many interlocking cogs and gears, wait, they are moving.

"Mr. Branwen," said Ozpin, "wonder if you are into extra curriculum?"

"Depends on the curriculum," said Qrow looking Glynda over.

Glynda's lips motioned, "In your dreams," which brought a smile on Qrow's lips.

"Certain item of mine been taken from First Lien Bank of Vale. The same bank Team STQR stopped from being robbed."

"Ask the robberies."

"They were killed," said Glynda, "It seems a fifth robber was uncounted for. Check there."

"Is this a solo mission?"

"If you're thinking Mr. Xiao Long, I advise against it. His father's understanding goes so far."

"My sister and I will find this object even if you won't tell me what it is."

Loading the pictures photos of the robberies onto Qrow's scroll, "There was footage," said Glynda, "Not much of a lead."

"Better than nothing."

Joining Glynda on the elevator, Qrow's studied her curves.

"Mr. Branwen, are you going to waste your mental energy on undressing me?"

"Well, consider how much I got to see? My curiosity got peeked."

"Or stiff," rolling her eyes, "Ask yourself what are you willing to lose to get me in bed?"

"It might improve my reputation."

Turning, "As the one who let a sure thing get away," staring over the rims of her glasses, "That's a title many have. Not a proud title to have."

"You like the attention."

"At one time, I did. It cost me greatly," returning her eyes to the elevator door, "Would you give up Summer Rose for a night of sin with me?"

His eyes widened.

"See, Mr. Branwen, you do have something to lose."

The elevator slid open allowing her step off.