Jeremiah Black was relaxing in his room, looking at his scroll whilst he waited for the following morning. He yawned and looked at the clock. "Eh fuck it. It's late enough." He put his alarm on and set the scroll down, and relaxed. "He he...suckers." He then heard a glass shatter and something thud onto the floor. Quickly looking down, he saw something resembling a grenade before all he saw was white, and a loud bang followed by silence. He felt his body being pulled, and tried to fight back, throwing out a jab in the direction of where he was being grabbed as his vision and hearing came back slowly, just to be slammed into the wall, and then have an electrical coil slam into his face.

5 minutes prior

Arthur was looking at the exterior of the hotel, and that honestly stretched the definition of it. There were two floors, with the main floor having the reception office and a few rooms, with the second floor being mainly rooms, with not many overall. "Hey Julie, this looks more like a motel than a hotel."

Julie rubbed her head, her ears flopping down in a manner Arthur could only describe as cute. "There is a difference?" She heard Arthur chuckle softly as he went to the front desk, and she quickly followed. As Arthur approached, he started speaking "Hey there, name's Arthur, I'm working with Deputy Julie. Can we get a list of your current guests?" The man behind the desk, who seemed to be human since there was a lack of animal traits, started to speak. "Um sure. Since Julie's with you, don't see any issue." He scribbled a bit on a piece of paper and slid it across the desk. "Can I ask what's goin' on Julie?"

"Just may have someone trying to stir up trouble, Clay. Shouldn't be too much of an issue. See anything there, partner?"

Arthur looked at Clay and said "If you hear anything, you didn't. Room 7 has our guy. 2nd floor, 2nd from the stairs. Looks like it's one Jeremiah Grey."

"Er…just keep your head down Clay." Julie said as Arthur walked off, looking at his Pip-Boy. "Arthur, what the hell was that?! You seemed to have scared Clay." He looked over at Clay, who was reading a comic-book. "Doesn't seem that scared." "Oh come on. Regardless, you can't just tell them to ignore any sounds of violence!"

Arthur held out a flashbang grenade to her. "You are in a desert wasteland, with little to no source of law enforcement outside of yourself and the sheriff. If you guys say anything, it's basically law, anyone who is an outsider is likely to be treated with minor suspicion, especially if they have no valid reason to be in the town. They trust your judgment because it keeps them safe. Now when I say so, throw this through the window and watch my back."

Julie for her part took the grenade and sighed. "You are rather…blunt, aren't you?" As they approached the stairs, he looked at her and simply said "When I need to be, yes. Now we keep quiet and check if he is in the room." Arthur approached the door to room seven and peaked into the window looking into the room, he saw Mr. Grey looked like he was going to sleep, and motioned to Julie. She pulled the pin, but didnt let go of the spoon, and gave Arthur a look saying 'Where the hell should I throw this?' before he pointed at the window. She shook her head, and Athur nodded, before he pointed at the window again. Julie gave him an angry look and sighed, before she let go of the spoon, counted to 3, and threw it through the window, into the room.

The window shattering woke up Mr. Grey, and Arthur motioned to cover her ears, which she did quickly before the flashbang went off. Arthur then kicked open the door, hearing Julie say "What the fuck!" as he moved inside. Mr. Grey was on his bed, reeling from the grenade and he grabbed him, pulled him off the bed. He threw a punch that connected with Arthur's arm, and caused his grip to slip. Arthur then grabbed him from the front of his shirt, and threw him into the wall, before he drew the cattle prod and swung it into his head, just as Mr. Grey's eyes regained clarity.

Looking down at the unconscious Mr. Grey, Arthur took a deep breath and looked over at the knocked over door, where Julie was. And he then noticed her rubbing her human ears and her rabbit ears. Arthur walked over and held his hand out, looking at her. "AHH Fucking bugger! I thought that was gonna be a wee bit weaker! What the hell do you fight to have that much bang!" she leaned against the door frame, and Arthur heard several sets of footsteps, thumping up the steps. He moved Julie behind him as she recovered, and silently drew Light, keeping it lowered. He saw Team NDGO coming up the stairs, with Nebula and Dew taking the front, with Octavia and Gwen bringing up the rear.

He sighed and looked at Julie, who seemed to be able to hear again. "You alright, Deputy Julie?" he said as he looked back to team NDGO, who seemed to be calming down, but still tense.

"Hey, Arthur, right? Uh…what happened?" Nebula asked, as she rounded the corner to see Julie handcuffing Mr. Grey as a precaution. "This guy may be a bomber." "...oh…"

Arthur started to search the room after him and Julie dismissed team NDGO. Julie took Mr. Grey to a holding cell, and was gonna keep an eye on their suspect. There wasn't much in the room itself, just a bed with an end table, a wardrobe, with a chair and desk and lamp. What wasn't a normal part of the room was the scroll, and a couple of duffle bags. One duffle had clothes and a hygiene bag. Nothing of importance. The second however was almost empty. There were just a few tools and bundles of wire, with spare pieces of hardware like a clock. "Well well. Look what we've got here." Arthur set both bags by the doors, and looked at the scroll. "Wonder how long it would take to adapt to the new code."

Jeremiah Black woke up tied to a chair, with what felt like a bag over his head, and nails inside it. "Ah….ow…hello? Anyone there?" He heard some taping and after a moment, felt the bag taken off his head, and saw a large, red eyed figure wearing black and brown. "...please tell me you aren't a walking Grimm…."

"Last I heard, Grimm don't speak." the Figure spoke as if through a radio, as it pulled up a chair across from him. Sitting down in it, the Figure stared at Jeremiah and didn't say anything. Jeremiah looked around the room and saw that he was in a room, with photos and a scroll on the table, and a clock saying it was near midnight. And then he saw the mirror, that damned one-way mirror in every cop show he has ever seen. "Shit…."

"Jeremiah Grey, or should I say Black. Known demolitionist and freelance saboteur, arrested in your youth, several recorded acts of violence alongside your brother, Marcus Black. And now currently accused of an attempted bombing of the Half-moon township. Before I show evidence, care to say anything?" The figure said as he grabbed the pictures.

"I don't know anything about bombs man, I'm just here as a consultant for the local mines. Why would I attempt to blow up a potential repeat customer!" Jeremiah said, with the Figure not saying anything as they slowly laid out the photos, and then tapped them. As Jeremiah looked, he saw his bags and bombs. His eyes widened, before the scroll was slid across. His scroll. Opened onto the contract for the destruction of the walls by Blizzard for several thousand Lien. Looking up, all he could see were the red eyes staring at him. "I don't like liars, Jeremiah. You have two choices. Tell me who this Blizzard group is and face a reduced punishment, or don't and take it in full."

All Jeremiah could feel was a strong murderous intent, and quickly ran through his options and decided on his best chance of survival. "Alright. Just….ease up please. Fuck man you're terrifying. Yes, those are mine. I was hired by Blizzard to destroy the walls so that the town would be evacuated, and whoever they want can just swoop in and take over with no resistance. I don't know who they are or who they work for. Just contacted our normal fixers for work, and they came up."

"So you have no real info then." "Of course I have info!" Jeremiah said. "I have plenty! By the Brothers, I'll sell out my brother, just…just don't kill me."

The Figure waited a second and then opened up the scroll's GPS function, and pointed to the map. Jeremiah pointed out a location in Mistral using his nose, and said "Here is where our house is. I stay there with him and his son, looks like a farm." Silence continued for a few seconds.

Finally the Figure stood up and walked out of the room after cleaning up the photos and the scroll. "Uh….hello? Don't forget me please! Fuckers took my tools…not cool man."

Arthur sighed and took off his helmet, and walked into the observation room. "Want anything else? Cause I'll try and take care of this Marcus Black myself in time."

The Sheriff looked over at Arthur from the window, and then at Julie who was sleeping on the table towards the back. "Honestly, no. You seem rather competent in interrogation for a courier, fella." Arthur shrugged. "Had to do the same to a Legion officer for the NCR. Our bomber cracked a lot faster than that bastard."

The sheriff gave Arthur a strange look. "Never heard of those groups. Bandits or something?" "Legion basically was. Organized to the point of a nation, but raiders in all but that and attire." Arthur sighed. "NCR may be similar to…Atlas or Vale I think. Needed help, but not too bad." The Sheriff shrugged and handed Arthur a ticket and a key. "Ticket is for the bullhead coming in the morning, key is to the back room that has a bunk bed and a fridge with some sandwiches. Get some sleep, I'll handle our friend here."

"Ought to let me handle him." Arthur said. " 'Fraid not. As easy as it would be, we still need to give him a trial. Let the people know and decide as a town." The Courier nodded and walked over to Julie, shaking her gently. "..huh! Wha…" She said groggily. "Come on, there is a bed for you waiting close by."

Arthur guided Julie to the bunk bed, and gave her the bottom before he climbed up top and set an alarm for an hour prior to the bullhead's arrival on the Pip-boy, and then took a second glance at the Pip-boy itself.

The Pip-Boy was morphing for lack of a better term. It was slowly thinning, becoming less bulky and slowly resembling the scrolls that he was seeing, but still looked to be as durable as the normal Pip-Boy. "What the fuck…" Needless to say, Arthur got less sleep that night, as he examined the changing device.

A/N

This took a longer period of time than I intended, but as always let me know. I tried to push this longer than the previous, and that I want to keep pushing it longer. Have a good one.