Sienna Khan sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day, exhaling as she gently massaged her temples with her free hand, as the other rested on her throne's simple wooden armrest.

She had just gotten off of the scroll with Adam, the faunus that she had appointed to take charge of affairs over in vale. His actions have been…well, suffice to say, highly disappointing, if not, even downright aggravating most of the time.

First it was working with humans, now it was working FOR them…Well, technically he wasn't working for them, but his actions still spoke for them.

"...The children of liberty huh?" She gently murmured.

Her would be protege was hunting down any and all sympathizers from both within the Vale group and the faunus population from within Vale itself. Causing her a splitting migraine as the only explanation that he gave her was, and she quotes,

-Cinder fall told me that they pose a threat to the white fang, and in turn a threat to the faunus living in vale, if we are to truly free, than we shall need to destroy any and all of our own who wishes to live with man under remnant.-

She rubbed her temples even more now as that supid idiotic reasoning echoed within her mind. The problem wasn't that he didn't even attempt to make contact with them, the problem was that he didn't even contact her! Instead choosing to do whatever the hell that human scum, cinder fall told him to do.

That fool Adam was getting to be a real pain in the ass, even now, he didn't realize that he was getting-

"Played like a damn fiddle huh?" An old raspy voice cut in, interrupting her thoughts as her guards all pointed their spears at the owner of the voice.

He was dressed in an old duster, something that used to be common on remnant over 300 years ago. Underneath that, he wore a loose fitting light brown dress shirt. He also wore black trousers complemented with knee high leather boots that had spurs on them… In other words, he was dressed like a cowboy.

"Keep your distance, HUMAN." Her captain of her guards spat out, her words oozing with venom as the man before them stopped with an amused grin on his face.

Great, now she had to deal with HIM now huh?

The MAN that stood in front of her.

He appeared about roughly a year ago, and when he did, he caused so much chaos and hell for her.

Even now she didn't doesn't know exactly WHY she took him in, was it because of the charisma? The confidence? Or simply his skills?...No matter, now wasn't the time to wonder about such things.

"What are you talking about?" She asked neutrally, her mind still occupied on Adam.

"That call with Adam, along with the whole issue about the children of liberty. A whole multitude of problems really." The old cowboy in front of her said, his smirk irritating her even more as she groaned inwardly.

"You were outside of the room, how did you even know that I just called him?" She asked as she now stopped rubbing her temples, now resting her cheek against her hand as she looked at him intently.

"Well that's all too simple really, you don't pay me for my charm now do you? And you are quite the harsh one you know? Not even bothering to say this old man's name, referring to me as you all the time and such" He said lightly and jokingly, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he answered her.

"We will not bring shame to ourselves by referring to you as an Ocelot. Old man." Her captain of her guards interjected, practically snarling at him with her spear still aimed at him.

"Well, you can always call me re-"

"That's enough." She said with a sigh, stopping this little argument before it escalated into anything more.

"What do you have to report? Revolver" She asked with a cold voice as she leaned more inwardly against her wooden, simple humble throne.

"Ah that's more like it!...Now, before your companion here rudely interrupts me, I am here to inform you that the children of liberty are not a threat. Nor do they consider you a threat…that is, unless you deem to make it so of course."

Her brows furrowed at this as her lips tugged into a scowl.

"How so?"

"Well, currently they are in a stand off against the kingdom of Vale…they have prepared for and only for a fight between them and the kingdom, what else do I need to say?" He asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

"How do you know that they won't turn their weapons at us?"

"Why would they make things harder on themselves by fighting another enemy when their foe is so gigantic?"

"You don't know that-"

"Boss. I can guarantee you that the children of liberty have no desire to fight you, they just simply want to be free." He says confidently as he tries to reassure her.

Her hand that rested against the armchair balled up into a fist at this.

"Do I need to remind you that WE wish to be free as well?"

"Well, unlike us, they wish to be free in the Kingdom of the Vale, simple as that." He says nonchalantly, only adding more to her frustrations.

"And do you not see the threat? You saw it too didn't you? That video of theirs, they don't hate the humans, they even wish to live in harmony with them! They are collaborators! Traitors to our own kind! MY kind!"

"Not everyone is an enemy boss, and besides, you have me don't you?" He asked with a cold smirk as her guards all automatically pointed their spears at him, ready to gut him for that comment.

"You. Are. A. Tool. Simple as that. You are a means to an end. You will never be one of us." She said, coldly, her eyes narrow as she reminded him of his place.

He simply shrugs his shoulders as her words fail to faze him. Causing her annoyance with him to grow to even more exponential heights as she still failed to understand him.

Revolver Ocelot. Truly an enigma.

~Just a small town girl~

She groaned as the music played softly through her ears, ecliting many a glance from all of the passersby that occupied the park currently.

~Living in a lonely world~

She slouched further on the park bench as she furrowed her brows at the current problem.

Roman Torchwick.

For now, her target, her goal, was Roman Torchwick, along with his partners in crime, Cinder, Neo, Mercury and Emerald.

She pinched her nose as she closed her eyes in frustration.

Last night, her assailant turned out to be Neo. That was good, after all, she had a good look at her, now she knew what Neo looked like. The only bad thing about it was that she let Neo slip away from her fingers. Thus making her lose the momentary lead that she had at the time.

~She took the midnight train going anywhere~

What does she do? What can she do? Roman, from what she hears and knows, is quite the slippery little rat. His current location was, well, at the very moment, unknown. She grit her teeth. Why does he have to be so competent at his job?

So now, here she was, stuck with no clear leads. And currently trying to formulate a plan to get out of this slump in a local park.

She ran her hand through her hair, rustling it as she pursed her lips. A moment of silence continued as she desperately ran over idea over idea in her head, all inevitably ending in failure. She pursed her lips as she groaned for the umpteenth time that morning.

"If only I had more time.." She muttered to herself, urban operations not exactly her forte.

Even then, she spent all of her time on the field and in the jungles of Africa. It was quite frustrating really. She could spend weeks in the dense shrubbery and bush on the continent hunting and killing all kinds of dangerous things that posed a threat to her but she couldn't even track down a simple group of city people. Quite disheartening really.

….Wait a minute… time?

Looking at her wrist watch, she let out a curse as she confirmed the time. If she tarried any longer, she would be late for an appointment. And regarding her current financial situation, she couldn't afford to keep the people that were waiting on her to be waiting.

She grumbled again as she reluctantly left her park bench. Checking her watch again once more as she began walking. Passing other people by as she had a visible scowl on her face.

She tugged the peak of her newsboy cap downwards to shade her eyes as she walked, hiding from the sun's rays that bounced down onto remnant.

She sighed once more as she shoved her hands into her pockets.

She really hated being a freelancer at times like this.

The clock in the background ticked automatically as each second passed, doing its intended task that it was designed for. Yes, task. It was a familiar word for the two boys that waited in the cafe. After all, it seems like the two boys have been doing nothing but tasks the entire time that they were in Vale.

Whether it be the most simple tasks such as being a simple security guard, to more complex things, such as "temporary" merchant marines, or even "temporary" employers… The schnee dust company seems to be quite under-staffed here in Vale now that they think about it.

The dark haired boy groaned as he slumped forward on the table, bored out of his mind as he mindlessly fiddled with the ketchup packets that their table in the diner had to offer.

"When are they going to come Witty? I swear, if they don't come soon then I've half a mind to just reject them." The dark haired boy bemoaned mindlessly as his white haired companion sipped his tea silently.

"Now, we both know damn well in hell that you can't do that. We're so short staffed that it isn't even funny. So short staffed that-"

"They let little boys like us do so much dangerous work. Yeah yeah I know. Tell me something new next time. And you make it sound like we're eight or nine sheesh." The dark haired boy cut in, interrupting him as he still continued to fiddle with his ketchup packets.

"As if thirteen and fourteen year olds make it sound any better? Please I beg to differ Mike."

"Now that is where you're wrong, Witty. We are BATTLE HARDENED thirteen and fourteen year olds. Under the employ of THE BOSS himself."

"Yeah, except that the boss is dead, and now we find ourselves in the employ of a shady, no good , miserly company that hates us and works us to the bone for such a pitiful amount of money… your point?" Witty sighed as he calmly took another sip of his tea.

"Sheesh, you know, you should really try to freshen up, the girls won't look your way if you keep up the attitude Witty."

"Pfft. As if, it's not like I'm gonna attract any girls while living in that crappy run down apartment with you. Mike"

"Again with that negative attitude! You really are a bundle of sunshine aren't you?"

"Hey, there's no room for angels in our heaven."

"Heh, at least you got something right~"

"Please, you make it sound as if I always get things wrong."

"Ahem, we should join the Vale White pit - Schnee Dust Merchant Corps~...That rings any bells?" Mike asked mockingly, attempting to get a rise out of his comrade as he stifled a lazy giggle.

"Well, what do you suggest we do then Mike? Not take the job and starve?" Witty replied back calmly, not even batting an eye as he drank his tea.

"Aw~ You really are no fun Witty, at least raise your voice an octave higher or something~"

Ring~

The door gently opened and Witty at the mere sight of the newly arrived customer, who had been calmly sipping his tea, simply spat it out in shock as he found himself choking. Much to the chagrin of his comrade who found himself laughing at his unfortunate reaction.

His eyes were wide as he found himself unconsciously reaching for his revolver that was hidden within the inner coat pocket of his work jacket, only to be stopped by Mike, who was now concerned about him as he looked at Witty.

"Hey man, what's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost…" He trailed his words as he looked at what his comrade was looking at. And soon he found himself unslinging his armalite 10 from his shoulder as a similar reaction from what he now saw.

What they saw shouldn't have been possible.

What they saw was indeed a ghost.