First off, I've changed the summery to, hopefully, clear up some confusion. And to everyone writing about the repercussions to Beacon and the overall Huntsman community, that was one of the main reasons for writing this story, as most stories about Jaune's transcripts being revealed just have him being punished.
And to the guest who keeps correcting my writing errors, first off thank you, I'm usually better about that but I get a little too excited and auto-correct doesn't check if the word use makes sense in the context of the sentence, also Gargoyles are a type of sunglasses that were very popular in the 90's, Arnold Schwarzenegger wore a pair in the first Terminator movie.
And homy is an archaic version of homey meaning (of a place or surroundings) pleasantly comfortable and cozy. Or unsophisticated; unpretentious, homely means (of a person) unattractive in appearance, in America, or (of a place or surroundings) simple but cozy and comfortable, as in one's own home. Both words aren't really common place anymore, and it also doesn't help that they mean the same thing to people in two different part of the world. And Gargoyles aren't really used anymore either.
P.S If anyone was wondering, I based the pistol Jaune used off of the Remington R1 Limited series of 1911, in summery it's a 1911(or 2011 if you prefer) with a double stack magazine instead of a single one.
After Jaune's month long house arrest… I mean "downtime", enforced by one Glynda Goodwitch, Jaune received an interesting mission.
"Huh?" Jaune mumbled as he received the mission offer.
"What is it?" Glynda asked as she walked over.
"Look at this." Jaune said as he showed Glynda the message.
AGENT, A CLIENT HAS REQUESTED A ONE ON ONE MEETING WITH YOU TO PERSONALLY GIVE YOU THE MISSION. THEY ARE OFFERING A REWARD OF ONE MILLION(1,000,000) LIEN. THE CLIENT HAS PROVIDED THE MEETING POINTS LOCATION.
GOOD LUCK, AND AS ALWAYS
GOOD HUNTING
"This is odd." Glynda mumbled. "Very few people could afford that price, and half of them wouldn't use our services… strange."
"You're right, but one mil is one mil." Jaune said getting up and walking towards the armory.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"To the meeting? I've been a good boy, I ate all my veggies and didn't take a single mission in the last month."
"I meant where do you think you're going alone." Glynda walks past him towards the armory. "I'm going with you."
Jaune shacks his head with a smile and sighs out. "Yes, Ma'am."
The two suit up and take a company car, an armored black town car with tinted windows to the meeting place.
Jaune is dressed in black pants and dress boots with his cybernetics and recon armor hidden under a buttoned up navy long coat with gold buttons and trim, he also wears a balaclava and ballistic mask with a symmetrical pattern painted on in yellow, to conceal his identity.
Glynda is dressed in black pants as well, but choose heels instead of boots, her own recon armor is hidden by a midnight purple double-breasted Peacoat, she also wears a balaclava and ballistic mask, hers has a symmetrical pattern in purple around the edges of the mask with a stylized crown on it's forehead.
The two former Huntsman turned Mercenaries drive into the connected garage of a pricey lounge in Vale's downtown. The two park the town car and enter the Starlight Lounge, an overpriced lounge with weak booze and worse food that caters to the Vale Elite, whether legit, imagined, or wannabees. When they enter they are meet by a completely empty lounge save for a heavyset balding mustached man in typical butler dress for Atlas.
"Right this way, please." The butler said before he walked away.
The two mercs share a look.
"SDC?"
"Hmm, let's see. Unnecessary show of wealth, check. Cold era style spy meeting, check. And finally choosing the most expensive place in Vale just to buy it out for the day for a half an hour meeting, check. Yup, SDC alright."
Jaune and Glynda follow the butler to a private room where, surprise surprise, a Schnee was waiting for them. Only it was surprising as it wasn't Jacques waiting for them but Willow. The comely posh woman was nursing a cup of tea at the lone table, she looked up as the two mercs arrived.
"Please, have a seat."
Jaune and Glynda sit. After a moment Jaune starts to chuckle as Glynda asks the question on both their minds.
"How long."
"How long, what?" Willow arched a delicate brow.
"How long have you pretended to be a drunk?"
Willow smiles sadly. "Not long I'm afraid, after I learned my "husband" only my company I fell to the bottle's embrace. But Weiss exodus to Beacon was the wake up call I needed, and the reason you two are here."
"Yes, I'd like to know what we're being hired for and why specifically us?" Glynda wasted no time.
"You both are being hired for two tasks, the first and most important is to rescue my youngest from her so called father, as long as you don't hold the word in high regard. The second is to kill my husband. And as for why you two, you come highly recommended and your stellar track record for getting the job done with minimal civilian casualties."
Jaune pips up. "Now I can probably guess the reason you want Jacques dead, but for the sack of clarification, explain to us why."
"He beat me for years, he's ruining my families legacy for a "quick buck", he's taken two of my daughters away from me and plans to take the third, he's the sole reason for my drinking and half-way responsible for our daughters misery, take your pick of the reasons so long as Whitney is away from him and he lies dead, I couldn't care less."
Jaune and Glynda share a look before turning back to Willow and spoke at the same time.
"Consider it done."
"Good, I look forward to the good news. Oh, and one stipulation, do try not to kill the mansion guards, they are only trying to do their jobs."
Jaune and Glynda drive back to the loft to plan out their mission. Glynda sits on the couch while Jaune rest his head in her lap.
"It seems the two of them will be attending the Valen Charity Ball next month." Glynda mused. "Well, there's the location at least."
"Now we need a viable way to separate the two." Jaune thought for a moment, before jolting upright. "Wait! The Crimson Fang!"
The Crimson Fang is an even more violent and extremist splinter group of Sienna's White Fang, formed by Eve Taurus after her failed assassination attempt of Sienna Khan.
Glynda, slightly upset at losing her lap pillow, looked at Jaune. "Yes, what bout them?"
Jaune, looking like a kid in a candy store, excitedly explained. "We'll go in undercover as guest, you'll use your fame to get closer to them, and then halfway through the ball I'll cut the power and rush them dressed as one of the Fangs Zealots."
"Hmm, that could work, but getting a Zealots uniform could be tricky."
"Good thing we've got a month then."
"Well, there's no time to waist, let's go hunt ourselves a Zealot."
The Crimson Fang was about a quarter the size of the White Fang, but what they lacked in numbers they made up for in total devotion for the cause. The hierarchy was Eve at the very top, her four most loyal underlings acting as Generals to over see their operations in the four kingdoms, each kingdom was broken up into four sectors, each sector controlled by a field commander. Every sector had a number of bases lead by a lieutenant, under the Lt. were the Zealots, the most veteran members, they were the ones used for the high danger mission, such as assassination for example, the most common to see where the Grunts, then Skirmishers, Snipers, Heavies, as well as pilots. The Zealots were often sent either solo or in very small teams, a necessity since their were so few of them to start with, to make up for this, they had their Aura's unlocked and were given the cream of the crop in terms of weapons and armor. There uniform consisted of red field jackets and pants with wicked looking dull grey armor consisting of a cuirass, groan plate, pauldrons, with the slashed head of the Fang on the left shoulder and indication of rank on the other, and greaves with proper a helmet and full-faced Grimm masks.
After a weeks for of hunting they finally found a lone Zealot the same size as Jaune. After a short bout of fighting, no amount of equipment of fanaticism is going to compare to someone with a telekinetic Semblance and another who could buff said Semblance. With the Zealots uniform in hand, denoted by the three vertical claw slashes over an uppercase Z, the two waited until it was time for the Ball.
In the limo the two go over the finer details.
"Where is the hidden case with the costume?"
"Second story Men's room, foreclosed stall at the end."
"When are you to excuse yourself from Jacques?"
"On the third round at the roulette table, I'll bet it all on black 21 and lose then graciously excuse myself."
"And when are you to stage the main event?"
"At midnight when the guards are changing their shift."
"Good, everything seems to be in order."
A few moments later their limo arrives at the ball. Jaune, dressed in an Ivory single-breasted dinner jacket tuxedo with a red handkerchief and black bow tie, steps out and holds the door open with his arm out for Glynda, who herself is wearing a stunning black sequin strapless high slit dress with a low back, and matching stiletto heels, she takes his arm and they walk towards the event. The paparazzi that has gathered to the gala, like vultures to a cadaver, are stunned by the sight of Glynda. After all it's the first time she's made a public appearance in such a manner in the last two years. The vultures shake of their stupor and flock to Glynda.
Over the squawk of the frenzied glorified gossip hounds, one Lisa Lavender is heard.
"Ms. Goodwitch! Ms. Goodwitch! This is your first public appearance in two years, what caused your apparent change of heart? And what have you been doing all this time?"
Glynda briefly glances at Jaune with a cheshire grin before looking back to Lisa. "It's Mrs. Atone now, and I've was promised a reason to dress up and dance. And as for what I've been doing for the last two years, simple I've been doing the same thing I've always done, helping people, just not as a Huntress."
Before anyone else can delay them further, Jaune and Glynda brisky walk through the door leading into the ball. One the where inside and out of any danger of snooping, Jaune turned to Glynda.
"Now I understand why you insisted on wedding rings."
Glynda turned to Jaune with a sly grin. "They wanted front page news, so I gave them what they wanted,"
"But of all the things you could have told them, why us being married?"
"Do you find the thought so disturbing."
Jaune sighs at Glynda's smug expression.
"You know in all my time at Beacon if someone told me Glynda Goodwitch was a bigger tease and flirt than Yang I would have accused them of being on something."
With their little back and forth done, the two set out to find their targets. Making their way through the event toward the Schnees, mingling all the while to preserve their cover, after a couple of very boring hours of meaningless conversations they make it to the Schnees. Jacques is dressed in the same suit he's always seen in, oozing smugness and pride out of every orifice of his body at being able to get away with not being in black tie dress. While Whitney stands culled beside him dressed in a midnight blue conservative gown, one no girl or woman would ever choose for themselves, they look up as the undercover blonde "couple" approaches. Jacques smiles as he sees them approach.
"Ah, Ms. Goodwitch, what a surprise! No ones seen hide nor hair of you for the last two years, I have to ask, what have you been doing?"
"It's Mrs. now." Glynda holds up hers and Jaunes hands. "And I've been doing what I've always done, just under a different title."
Jaune notices the subtle look of envy Whitney gave to Glynda.
"Ah, of course, and what is it exactly you do now, if you don't mind me asking."
"Aura enhanced Mercenary."
Jacques makes a noncommittal noise. "Forgive me, but that doesn't sound all too different from being a Huntsman?"
"In truth, they're very similar. The only difference is that now I can take on any jobs civilians give me."
"You couldn't do that before?" Whitney speaks up.
"No, Huntsman are only allowed to accept jobs from council sanctioned missions and sources. Not like that stopped the less scrupulous ones from doing it anyway."
"No, I don't suppose it would."
"Say, Jacques, our career has given us a decent size of disposable capital. How about we discuss some investment options over a game or two of roule-" Jaune is interrupted by the lights shutting off.
Jaune and Glynda get into defensive positions around Whitney and Jacques, knowing the power outage wasn't them, Jacques had other plans.
"What is the meaning of thi-"
A gunshot rings out and silences Jacques. The back-up generators power on and the lights come back to life, showing a Fang Zealot pointing a large caliber handgun and Whitney and her two protectors. Jaune pulls Whitney behind him as the Zealot fires. The bullets are stopped dead by Jaune's Aura, while form-fitting suits and dresses make you look amazing, there not the best for concealed armor or full-sized pistols. Glynda uses her Semblance to fling the Zealot into a pillar, severely damaging their Aura, before turning to Jaune.
"Take her and run! There may be more of them."
Jaune nods and draws his concealed compact from his shoulder holster and starts to escort Whitney to safety. Whitney notices the small pistol and gives Jaune a questioning look.
"How it that thing suppose to help!?"
As Jaune was about to answer, another Zealot emerged from the now frenzied crowd pointing an old Atlasian rifle at them. Jaune fire off a shot before the Zealot is able to and catches them in their unarmored neck, the Zealot doesn't move, confident their Aura will stop the small round. The small round pierces the Zealots neck and explodes in a gruesome manner. Jaune looks back to Whitney.
"Like that."
Jaune continues on with the subdued Whitney, with Glynda joining them soon after. They make it back to their limo and drive off like a bat outta hell. On their way to a safehouse, an unmarked van speed up alongside them, and two Fang Gunman open the side doors and start shooting. The, thankfully, armored limo resists the small arms fire as Jaune, now bereft of the upper part of his suit in favor of some actual armor, pushes a button and activates the on-board armory. Picking up a modern version of the rifle that's trying to kill him, Jaune opens the sunroof and returns fire on the Fang. Jaune waits until they're on an empty street, and using an under-barrel grenade launcher, fires a grenade into the van, destroying both it and it's passengers. After a deafening silent and tense ride, they make it to the safehouse.
Glynda checks on the shell-shocked Whitney, though no stranger to attempts on her life this was the closest they've ever gotten, while Jaune contacts Willow to inform her the job's done.
"What's he doing?" Whitney asked, her still reeling mind winning out over her formal condi- training.
"Calling your mother." Glynda answered not thinking, now in mama bear mode.
"Why?"
"She was worried something like this could happen, so she hired us to make sure you were alright." Jaune bullshitted of the top of his head.
"S-she did?" Whitney sounded awed and a little touched.
"Yes, she did." Glynda soothed.
The phone finally picks up. "The job's done, with some… complications."
"How so?"
Jaune explained the events of the ball to Willow, then waited for her response. He didn't have to wait long.
"Look over her for the night, I'll be there in the morning."
"Understood, Ma'am."
The line went dead. Jaune shard a silent conversation with Glynda as they hunkered down for the night. Glynda taking first watch after she soothed Whitney to sleep.
Before anyone asks, I R63ed Adam because I hate the abusive ex story line they shoved him into.