Narrator pow:
"Alright, so what do we know?" Jason asked, as he and Blake had a slow walk around the communal district under the prior's control.
"Ruby and Weiss go to this long tower from Atlas with big access of data inside, Yang goes to Junior to grab information from him... Wait, I see a new problem here."
"Me and Heatwave see it too. So while Red and White doing their thing isn't our concern, the third cleaning of the same bar does."
"That should work, if we stop them..."
"... Then they will go after us as people who work on the same side as White Fang." Jason ended, taking out his scroll and picking the contact to Heatwave. "I'll tell him to be gentle with her. But as for us, we need to provide evidence for us not being on their side."
"And... How will we do it?" Blake asked, looking forward at the road crossing, where a relatively calm mood stayed around the typical day of living for the civilians, all of the more or less neutral about the apparent gang war going outside of their sphere of intrest.
"We're going to get more parts of the town under our control. And beating up White Fang again is the easiest way to do it given their performance so far." Jason smiled, looking at her shoulder. "So tell me, how about we do something in a meantime so we avoid your team?"
Heatwave pow:
"As soon as she bust in, I'm taking the fight to the street." I said as I related my plan to Junior, who only nodded in mutual understanding. Apparently even the nice chaps are capable of knowing who is who in the hood. Or maybe I should the The Red hood.
"Ey, chief!" One of the Junior's employees said, walking from the kitchen located right behind the bar. "She's close now." He added, to which I only frowned and put on the brand new heat-proof goggles of Boss's design.
"We all know what to do, keep the customers safe inside." I responded calmly as I prepared my Fireblazer and went forward towards the doors.
Now, knowing Yang's brash nature did allow me for the sneaky plan like, you know, casually approach the child. However, the smackdown inside the club was a big no-no, even if it meant the corridor leading from the outside to the right room. This led me to the second best option, a suprise door trick.
"Wha-aaAAAAAagh!" Yang greeted me, falling for my opened doors as she tripped over and fell onto the floor, putting dust-fueled handcuffs was merely a formality for two already prepared pals of Junior.
"Yeah, yeah, wha-t the hell are you doing in here?" I responded, making a situational pun before grabbing her by the legs and picking up the shocked, struggling body of hers. "Now then, let me call your manager..."
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"Are you ready? They broke the ginger out sooner than I expected." Red Hood asked, as he, Blake and Spamton observed Torchwick and trio consisting of Cinder, brown-skinned gril with green hair and a boy with silver hair talking inside the seemingly empty storage facility in the industrial district. In reality, a main base of Torchwick's operations.
"I think I am." Blake responded first, handing away to Spamton files about two strangers with expectional hair colour: Emerald and Mercury.
"My [Kromer] ratings are [Off the charts]!" Spamton added, cackling as his eyes flashed with a spark of blue lightning.
"Good. Thateans we can do the thing." RED Hood smiled, taking out two of his batarangs and throwing them upward before they landed on top of the roof and armed with barely hearable beep. "Blake, go with me. Spamton, ranged attacks with hesitant target selection. You don't want to hit us two."
"No problem [Mike]. I am a [Seller] of my word." Spamton smiled as the previously mentioned duo rushed forward as the bombs detonated and dived inside the building amidst the smoke and firey blast caused by the chain reaction. "Now then, let's see how can I [$$$] the living [Garbage can] out of them!" Short man cackled before flying his gaster blaster closer and preparing a mix of orange and blue bones a little bit below his gaster blaster.
Heatwave pow:
"Don't you ever cross me, or my boss, again." I said with decisive tone while placing Yang under the wall with her limbs tied to the wall and gauntlets placed away from her reach.
"Hmph, you're just another bad guy." She scoffed, looking at me with anger as her eyes turned red.
"And you're a collateral damage, so we're even." I responded, inducting more lava into my gun. "The truth is, being designated as savior doesn't alloy anyone to be an asshole. And I don't know how causing bar fights isn't being a such." I added as I got closer to her, seeing her hair turn into fiery gold as she began to struggle.
"Wrrr, and who you are to judge? Some sort of God?" Yang asked me, her voice sounding as if she reached the limits of her mental stability.
"God? No. Truthful person? Yes." I responded with unamused face, my lips feeling a little bit dryer than usual. "In case you didn't know, truth hurts. And storming into the night club with intentions of beating the people inside is a truth in regard of you."
"And how do you even know that!?" She yelled at me, making me thank Jason for the idea of heat treating the chains used for captivation.
"Because that's what you do all the time." I responded with a harsh tone, taking out a file of documents. "In case you didn't know, that old man from Beacon and your daddy made a while fucking lot to cover up for two hundered thousand Lien of damage plus seventeen wounded civilians from your nighty actions." I continued, making her face turn from angry to confident.
"Oh really? And that's MY fault?" She asked, looking at me with superior glare.
"Six people who will never walk again claim so." I said with dead serious tone, making her look down at the pavement. "Two more would do the same, if they had working eyes to recognize your looks." I continued to talk out of pure truthfulness, before turning around. "You're no Huntsman, they aren't walking balls of beating the people to blood for fun. That are meant to kill Grimm as a job... Shame that not all the people have auras to protect them from explosives to the face." I ended my speech before turning right and walking away. "Send condolences to your team from Blake, she still cares about y'all." I added before looking forward and disappearing from her sight as I went to the bland alleway on the left and came up to the safehouse meant as a reactionary base for Junior's team.
And while I wasn't proud from what I just did, I did remember that right choices aren't always the best for the chooser. Especially since the S.D.C. markings on my body weren't exacly easy to delete...
Narrator pow:
"Not so strong now, are you?" Red Hood asked, running from one chunk of concrete to another, dodging ocassional gunshots from Emerald and few White Fang members who apparently still stood and fight despite the collapsing rooftop.
"Welp, they aren't responding." He thought, taking a stop behind the steel sheet and blindly firing a full mag of fire dust ammunition towards the general location of the enemy.
"Hey, Kitty! We shouldn't meet so often, don't you think?" Torchwick laughed from far away as he and Blake had a second minute of engaging duel, so far left alone by others thanks to Spamton who threw everything he got at Cinder, keeping her busy.
"Might aswell do the other thing." Red Hood thought, taking out three batarangs and throwing them towards Emerald. At first she managed to dodge them, but given that they all hit the White Fang goons behind her didn't exacly saved her as sudden wind burst erupted from the affected items, causing them to blow up and send Emerald flying into the wall on the other side, a long scream followed by the sound of broken bones being the next thing to happen.
"Why don't you pick someone of your own size?" Mercury boasted, leaping forward and narrowly missing the masked intruder, slicing the sheet in half as his opponent landed inside a small circle of clear floor surrounded by Mercury and three White Fang members.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but no one here is." Red Hood responded before spinning around and throwing several batarangs in all directions, all of them exploding with blinding light upon impacting any surface.
"Argh! FUCKING hell!" Mercury cursed, covering his eyes before simultanious haymaker to the jaw and a kick in the back made him realise the mistale of blind defense.
"Where is Torchwick?" Red Hood asked, as he looked at the tired Blake who came in perfect time to aid him.
"Knocked out cold, Cinder is still battling with Spamton." She responded, seeing Jesper and three other members of Red Hood's gang already taking out bodies into custody while a mix of fire attacks put up against the vaporizing beams and bones made the sky look like a acid trip.
"The guy seems to have fun with this, it's time for us to go." Vigilantie concluded, taking Blake's left arm and placing it on his neck before the two went away form the scene. "I need to admit, you aren't as hostile to help as previously." He added in a partially joking manner as the two reached the hole inside the wall directed at the street and made their way to the van with several gang members around it.
"I had to grew up eventually, even if I'm more mature than majority of people at this age." She responded, smiling weakly as the duo took the seats inside the van while the others came inside after them and close the doors.
The mission was a guaranteed success after all...