Despite how confident she had acted up until then, Yang Xiao Long was still extremely confused about how her now distant sister Cinder had agreed to help her on this important 'mission'. It had been too long since she had done anything with her. Of course, to some people two or three years is not much, but to her it was a lifetime.
Still, the truth was, Yang was doing something dangerous and Cinder had a duty as huntress, professor and sister to look out for her. There could be no feelings involved at all; but she hoped that there were some.
And if there were none, she'd make them appear. She would not allow her 'Super sis' to be estranged again.
Maybe that's why without any prompting she followed the huntress into her apartment.
Cinder opened the scroll-secured door and flipped a switch, revealing a brown and grey two room apartment outfitted with simple furniture such as a table, a tv, a couch bathroom and kitchen. There was also a door to what she supposed was the bedroom.
"Quite cozy." She said with hands on her hips, looking around.
"It's the best I could get on a short notice." Cinder went to her room, closing the door behind her to, apparently, change her clothes. Yang decided to inspect the rest of the place meanwhile.
"You're talking like this is not up to your standard. Didn't take you for the princess type, you'd get along with Weiss cream." She said, loud enough for it to reach the other room.
"Very funny. You should see the apartment I got myself in Mistral." She heard her sister's voice quite well, if a little muffled. The walls were thin. Yang went to a bookshelf, inspecting it's contents. Not much was there, except one or two books per row. Not a single decoration, outside of a small statue of a cat wiggling it's arm.
"It's better than this? Must be baller. Hold any parties?" She asked, picking up one of the books. The title was simple. 'Ninjas of Love' Volume 1. A copy of Blake's closely held book. A golden opportunity to really see what her partner was so embarrassed about sharing.
"It's for me Yang, and me only." Yang narrowed her eyes at the book.
"Such a fun person you are." She was not focusing on the book at all, she was thinking about the current topic. She could bring it up, do like Weiss said and confront her sister. Yet, she was also afraid. Cinder was here, that was all that mattered.
She heard the door open and closed the book. Out came her sister, dressed in what she assumed was her huntress attire. Grey pants adorned with various belts, black slim shirt and boots of the same color adorned by Mistral designs. Over everything was a red coat with golden edges, secured by belts around the neck and waist, while the tails were allowed to flow free.
On the back of her waist she saw her sister's swords, 'Midnight', jut out along with a quiver hanging on her left side.
"All set?" Asked Cinder, pointing to the door.
"Ready to fire." She said, cocking 'Ember Celica'
It had been a while since she rode Bumblebee. Taking it from Beacon towards Vale was a hassle, and the classes these last months had left her without much choice. Besides, if she ever went out to the city it was with RWBY, and the bike had little space on it. And taking Ruby with her was a big no no.
So it felt good to finally allow her baby stretch her legs. And she had Cinder along for the ride to boot. They stopped at a red light. She was fine skipping them but didn't want to alert local police. And she could use this chance to ask something she forgot.
"Hey, sis? Where are we going?" she asked trough her helmet.
"Walking Gemstone Club." Cinder was wearing a black one that Yang had to buy on the insistence of her dad, since one 'never knew' when it would be needed. Despite his difficulties, he still managed to be a great dad.
Yang's eyes widened at the mention. That was Junior's club, where she was headed as well. Dude was not a kingpin, but she knew he had aspirations. Very bad, flimsy aspirations. That's why she chose him as a 'source' of info.
"That's where I'm headed." She said.
"Really? You know someone in there?" Asked her sister.
"Yeah, kind of." Cinder paused as if to ask a question, but the light turned green and she accelerated. She had been saved. With how stuck up Cinder had been, trashing a nightclub didn't seem like something that should be mentioned.
They drove for fifteen minutes or so into the edge of central Vale, where the night was enjoyed and criminals could easily slip in and out unnoticed. She only used those people for a few months, after passing the entrance exams to Beacon and submitting her transcripts, in order to wrap up her 'lose ends'. She might have been too excited at the time, and got over her head, but now it was paying off.
The night was on, and fancy people strode in droves to Junior's club, who had recently been remodeled after her last visit. Yang stopped Bumblebee a few feet away, near some parked cars. She took her helmet, along with Cinder's, and strapped them securely to some cargo hooks in her bike.
She turned to see Cinder eyeing the establishment, as if scrutinizing it.
"Stay here, I'll handle this."
"What?!" Yang looked at her sister with indignation and surprise, while the huntress turned her head with an impassive expression.
"What?" That simple question said it all. Cinder didn't consider Yang helpful, didn't trust her abilities.
"I'm not staying here." She said, standing tall, fists at her sides.
"Yes you are. Things could get ugly." The way the woman looked at her made her blood boil. Sister or not, no one underestimated her. She was no longer a little girl.
"So? I've seen my fair share of ugly things." She remained cool headed, this was her sister after all. If she left again, because of her, It would destroy the brawler. But she was not one to back down. But neither was Cinder.
"I'm sure you have, but-"
"Cut out the bullshit! You've seen me fight, you know how strong I am! I even trashed this place!" She walked closer to her, facing the huntress with everything she had.
"You did?" She asked, all edge from her voice gone, looking between the young brawler and the club, which was in perfect condition. Almost as if brand new. Yang retreated slightly, her lilac eyes widened with shock.
"Uh, yeah. I kinda did." At this, Cinder smirked, and let out a brief chuckle. This time, the brawler raised an eye.
"Wow. I didn't trash my first club until after leaving Beacon. I'm impressed." Yang was at a loss for words now. Her older sister was actually impressed. It felt strange. Yang prided herself in not needing anyone's approval, walking trough life seeking thrill and paving her way. But Cinder acknowledging her like that felt good.
"And that's why I'm coming with you!" Yang said, recovering her composure. Cinder's small smirk vanished, replaced by, once again, narrow eyes and thin mouth.
"Fine. But let me do the talking."
"I can talk too."
"More like growl."
"You've been away too long sis. Just watch." Cinder sighed as they walked to the entrance.
"Fine. But let's try to get as much info as possible."
They stepped to the entrance, past a file of people who looked at the sisters with disgruntled expressions. The main bouncer, a tall and wide faunus man with bear features looked at them from above.
"You gotta take the line, ladies." He growled. Cinder crossed her arms.
"Sorry, but a 'little spider' told me to come here. She said to look for M&M." The bouncer raised an eyebrow before he called someone on his phone.
"Yes, girls. They are looking for you two- Okay. Yes. Of course." He said into it, before he opened the door to the club.
"Be quick."
Cinder and Yang looked at each other before stepping into the multicolored, pulsing fray.
Junior's nightclub was different from last time. Whereas the entrance used to be located on an elevated position, with stairs leading down into the main area, now it ascended with the main dance floors on the bottom and top. It was also now grey, colored with a multitude of lights from sources on the glass floors.
Yang liked it. The way it was still illuminated enough to see but dark enough to enjoy dancing. The music blared form speakers all over the place. Maybe she could come here every so often, if they didn't trash it first that is.
Cinder lead the way trough the stairs to the second floor where some tables along with banks where set up for people to take a rest or order drinks. Near one of the stairs leading up, at the end of a glass hallway waited two girls she recognized. Black haired, one red, one green and white. Yang narrowed her eyes, but they didn't seem to notice her, entranced in their scrolls.
Both she and Cinder approached the table, and it was then both girls turned to them at the same time.
"You Malachite's kids?" Asked her sister.
"Indeed. Mother said you needed our services? We are currently working for this establishment." Said the red one, smiling politely. The white and green one then turned to see Yang, and her face contorted in disgust.
"What is she doing here?" She asked, dismissive and pointing a finger at the brawler. The red one's smile disappeared when spotting her.
"She's with me."
"We're sorry, but we don't work with brutes." Said the white and green one.
"We don't want your work. We want info." Said Cinder, taking a seat opposite of them. The sisters glared at the two guests.
"And your boss, I'm sure he has some, if he could hire you." Yang took a seat alongside Cinder. She returned the glares the two girls gave her.
"And why should we bring him here? He's a busy man." Said the red one. Yang leaned a little over the table.
"That's b-" At that, Cinder stopped her, pulling her back to the seat with a look that said 'watch and learn'
"I'm a huntress. I'm sure your boss will like not having an investigation on his back. That is, if he proves helpful." Both malachite sisters looked at each other, as if sharing some mental link, and then looked back at them.
"Wait here."
"And please, order a drink."
With that, both girls left them on their own, ascending further into the club. A waiter soon came.
"A Strawberry Sunrise. No ice, and a little umbrella." Said Yang with a wink.
"You have Monkey Booze?" Cinder asked. The man nodded.
"Recently imported."
"Then some of that, please." With that, the waiter went away for a little while before returning for their drinks. The silence was awkward between the sisters, and Yang began to become impatient. No one took this long to get here. Perhaps Junior still didn't know who he was dealing with.
"Maybe we should look for them." She suggested, taking a sip.
"Have some patience." Cinder said, her red and pink drink untouched.
"Patience? That's rich coming from you." If she knew Cinder for one thing, it was loosing her temper at the slightest provocations or teasing. It was that similarity why Yang liked her so much.
"Yes. If they don't come back in five, we trash the place." At that, Yang laughed a little, and Cinder brought her drink to her lips. She gulped a bunch of the liquid before grimacing a little.
"You okay?" Yang didn't take alcohol often, but she did once taste Whiskey. It had been horrible. She was not a drinking person. Lucky her, the family knew they didn't need another drunk uncle.
"Yeah. This stuff burns your throat like nothing else, but it's so good." Cinder said, voice slightly hoarse. Yang scooted back from her a little.
"If you say so." She took another sip, looking around while taping the table. She was about to leave when Cinder asked her a hard question.
"Why did you trash this place, anyways?" Yang looked away.
"Went to have some fun, Junior got a little too hands on." It was not a lie, not exactly. Cinder narrowed her eyes.
"There are a dozen clubs better than this one. Yet you came to the one with the info brokers. I don't believe that." The sarcasm in her tone was palpable. Her sister took another gulp from her drink before her eyes opened in realization.
"Please tell me you weren't looking for Raven." The name drop made her heart stop for a moment, and being found out paled her. She got her.
"Well… I mean…" she could lie herself out of this one, but she didn't like lies. She believed in honesty, and would stick to that.
"Yang. How many times have Tai and Qrow talked to you about this?" Cinder looked at her drink, apparently frustrated.
"Enough." Yang answered, trying to cut off this conversation. She didn't need another lecture.
"Doesn't seem like it if you're still pulling shit like this." Cinder still didn't understand anything about Raven, even after all those years of pouring her heart out to her. She had left, like everyone else. She didn't have the right to criticize her. And she would let her know.
"Listen, you can't come here out of nowhere and tell me what to do, or how to live my life. So stuff it." She glared at her sister, eyes once again red. Cinder glared back. Before their tension could reach it's peak, a man seated opposite of them, drink in hand.
"So, our 'little spider' sent you here. However, I don't know you…" He said, pointing at Cinder. "… and I don't like you..." He pointed at Yang. "… So why should I say anything?"
"Because you don't want to be involved with this. If whoever contracted you is caught, then they'll trace it back to you. Unless we are the ones to do it. Then you'll be safe." Said Cinder, her fingers intertwined under her chin. Junior fixed her with a thoughtful look.
"You'll keep them off my back." He repeated.
"No one will know a thing. We get our bad guys, you don't get messed with. Deal?" Yang's sister was promising a thug that he would be protected if the cooperated. Huntsmen were supposed to protect people and beat bad guys, but Cinder here was dealing with the bad guys themselves, to catch bigger bads. It was clever, and somewhat worrying. Ruby would not like it, but Yang was willing to do what's necessary to protect her. To protect Vale.
"Deal. Now speak." Said Yang, her voice on edge.
"What do you need to know?" He asked.
"Human criminal activity spiked out of nowhere. Did they come from you?" Cinder asked, tone cold.
"Roman Torchwick came to contract some working hands. Like I said, I'm a business man. I deal in product like men, drinks, entertainment and info." he explained. Yang scoffed.
"And what did he need it for?"
"Stealing dust and moving it."
"Where?"
"Don't know. Didn't ask, since it wasn't my concern."
"Was he with the White Fang?" At this Junior paled slightly, leaning back on his seat before answering.
"Yes. He came and told me my guys had been useless. Haven't seen any of them since." Yang's eyes widened at the implication. Cinder was still unfazed.
"Do you know where we can find him?"
"You plan on taking him on? Him, his criminal gang and the White Fang?" He asked with disbelief.
"Indeed." Junior scoffed.
"Sorry if I don't trust you on that one."
"It doesn't matter. We had a deal, so tell us now." Now Cinder's voice was laced with danger, as her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward. She had never seen her sister be so… intimidating. At worst she was reclusive and distant, and when angry it was like a tantrum. This was different. It was badass.
"I don't know where. He moves his 'office' constantly. But a pal of me worked for him. I can make a call, and then-"
"Do it." Cinder didn't let him finish.
"Hello, ladies and gentleman." Now Yang knew why. Their talk was interrupted by a tall man, dressed in white clothes, his face masked by what one would wear in a ball. Two others were at his side, their faunus tails behind them. Yang tensed, ready to draw Ember Celica.
"We're kind of busy." Junior growled.
"We have business with these two here, so unless you want your precious club destroyed, they better come with us."
"Look pal, If you don't leave this instant, you're in for a world of pain. So buzz off." Yang glared at the faunus, who simply scoffed at her.
"Sorry missy, but the only ones leaving here are you, with us. So get moving." He said, pointing behind him. Yang looked at her sister, who nodded in return. They may not be as close now, but they could still communicate wordlessly. No bully had ever separated them, and they would not do it now.
Junior tried to move away from the impending battle, but it was too late. Both Cinder and Yang reached below the table and flipped it towards the tall Faunus man, launching him through a glass balcony towards the bottom dance floor. Yang cocked Ember Celica, while Cinder drew Midnight. Both sisters engaged the faunus companions that went down with one punch or slash.
"Oh come on! I just had that fixed!" The sisters turned to junior and the malachite twins, who had remained in their place.
"Be grateful this place isn't a smoldering pile of ash. If you want to prevent more accidents, then make sure the people get out and no one gets in." Cinder gave the order, and Junior obeyed, intimidated by the huntress. That was a first. He stepped off with the two girls in tow.
Yang strolled to the whole they made in the balcony, staring down at the dance floor where the tall Faunus stood, recuperated; and he had reinforcements to boot.
"So, how do we do this?" She asked her sister.
"Go crazy, also, watch out for anyone on elevated positions, and keep close to me." Said her sister, readying midnight. Yang smirked.
"Like a glove." With that, both sisters jumped down towards their enemies.
Yang and Cinder landed on the bottom floor with a thud. Ahead of them, was the tall Faunus, who seemed to be a lieutenant of some sort, along with four masked companions. People were already fleeing the scene around them, but without panic. At least Junior was doing a good job.
The Lieutenant reached behind him and pullet a small rectangle that with the push of a button had a blade jut out from it's inside. Following it's transformation, a chain came around it's edge. It was no blade, it was a chainsaw. The faunus revved it in the air, trying to intimidate them.
"I guess Torchwick won't mind if I deliver you in pieces." He said. Yang groaned.
"Okay, first off, you're trying too hard. And second, really? A chainsaw?" The lowered his weapon, clearly irritated.
"She's right, you know. Makes you look like a brute." With that comment from Cinder, the Lieutenant shouted and charged forth.
"It's on!" Yang shot Ember Celica to boost herself against the man and both warriors clashed.
The Lieutenant's chainsaw came down, but was blocked by Ember Celica, however, it's revving sent sparks that limited visibility. Yang seized that opportunity by delivering a slug to his abdomen before sweeping the chainsaw away and continuing her onslaught.
Right and left, punch and kick, abdomen, stomach, face. All in rhythm as she wailed on the man, but he refused to fall down. He retreated, he was pushed back, but did not seem to be loosing his balance.
Another slug, another step back. Then, the man raised his fist, and Yang was assaulted by a hail of bullets. It was little more than an inconvenience thanks to her enormous Aura capacity, but it was still distracting, and the force from the bullet impact still could throw someone off it it was the right caliber.
To prove her right, the Lieutenant raised his chainsaw in order to attack. She dodged it easily, but he used his momentum to continue swinging. On her left, two White Fang members approached to flank her. She smirked. She could take them all on.
At that moment, a flash of black and red engaged them. In seconds they were dispatched by Cinder, who moved in to assist her.
Cinder's fighting style was elegant and brutal. Her attacks flowed from one to another like a stream in a river. The Lieutenant barely had enough time to react and block some of the attacks. The huntress broke his defense and with a finishing kick, he was sent barreling back.
He quickly regained his balance and raised another fist and made a sign. In that moment dozens of white masks emerged from various balconies around the club, aiming their rifles at the sisters.
"Crap!" Yang began firing ember Celica, trying to down them. She hit a few, but a wall of bullets still came upon them.
Yang blocked some shots with her gauntlets while Cinder skillfully deflected them with her swords. The sisters retreated until they found some cover, a small wall rounding the corner of the dance floor. With a jump, both sisters took cover from the onslaught, though Yang could feel the shots tearing into it.
"So what now?" She asked, reloading Ember Celica.
"We need to take out those gunners." Said Cinder, checking her quiver.
"My Semblance is charged and ready. Just let me at 'em!" She said, eyes red and hair flaming.
"You can't cut trough all that!" Said Cinder. With a yell, Yang shot the ceiling, opening a path to the top floor.
"Oh." Yang gave her the best shit-eating grin she had. Seeing it, Cinder grimaced. "Just get moving!" With that, the sisters used their Aura to jump to the next floor.
The White Fang gunners stood no chance against someone who could absorb their bullets with their semblance and a mobile long range attacker. While Yang charged in and smacked them around, Cinder used Midnight in it's bow form to support her from behind. Every shot hit it's target, whenever a goon would try to take a shot at her, an arrow would strike them and knock them unconscious.
On the other side, she could see the twins fighting the other row of White Fang goons.
"Good to see those two are not total bitches!" She said to her sister as she took out another enemy.
"Focus, Yang!" She heard from behind.
"I'm focused!" Another enemy out to prove her point. However, as she was about to get on to the next target, she felt something grab her ankle.
"What?!" Looking down, she saw a hand jutting out of the floor, like a zombie in a tacky horror movie. Then, with inhuman force she was pulled down.
"Yang!" She heard her sister scream, but could not see anything as she was smashed into the floor, then a nearby wall, and then thrown away like a rag doll, leaving her face down into the floor. Thanks to her Aura, it hand't hurt much, but being tossed around was still humiliating. Yang Xiao Long didn't get tossed, she did the tossing!
She shot ember Celica to get herself up, eyes bright red. A few feet away was the Lieutenant, looking just as pissed as her. His signature weapon was gone, but the way he held his hands like claws communicated his intentions.
She launched forward, fist engulfed in Aura, hair alight. The Lieutenant did the same, except with less effect. Their fists crashed into one another, but Yang's was stronger, empowered and with a slug added. The man's aura broke, and his arm launched backwards forcefully with a crunch before falling to his side, limp.
Yet, the Lieutenant was still standing. She had to move but, she had put her all into that attack, every bit of her Semblance. She had burned all of her Aura.
Without a second thought she moved her other fist to attack, but the faunus headbutted her. Her Aura broke, and it hurt. Then a right hook to her face. She spun around, then delivered a kick to the guy's stomach in a counter attack. He lurched, but shrugged it off like everything else and opted to try and body slam her.
He never had the opportunity. Cinder fell down upon him, grabbing him by the neck and throwing him off balance. She smashed him into the ground, face up. He groaned in pain, holding one of his hands up as Cinder plucked an arrow into the bow.
"Give up." Her demand was met with a groan, and the man did nothing else to move. It was over.
Yang looked around. The White Fang was either gone or incapacitated. She saw Junior and the twins come over, dropping some bodies near the Lieutenant.
"Goddamn trash. Why do all Faunus cause trouble?" Yang narrowed her eyes at that question. It was not all faunus, just a terrorist organization. This was exactly why Blake was so worried, and it upset her partner.
"Call the police." Cinder ordered. Junior looked at her, eyes looking up from behind his glasses.
"Did your head get hit hard, lady?" Cinder growled at him.
"I'll cover for you. These guys need to be in jail, one way or another." Junior sighed.
"Very well. Also, you two are banned. Forever." He told the sisters, walking away with the twins in tow.
Yang didn't care. She didn't like the place anyways. She walked over to Cinder, who still held her bow tensed.
"What now?" She asked, looking at the wounded Lieutenant, his arm limp at his side. She was used to violence, but she had messed up his arm, as it was bleeding in several places.
"You're hurt." Upon hearing this, Yang touched her forehead, feeling something going down it. Upon looking at her bloodied hand, she realized that the Lieutenant was really hard headed.
"I'm fine." She said, even as pain began to come in pulses.
"If you say so." Yang didn't need concern, she could bear the pain and her Aura would fix her up. But still, hearing Cinder being so uncaring hurt.
"Once again. What do we do? We know nothing about where the White Fang is." Cinder looked at the man, before retracting her bow, but an arrow remained in her hand.
She grabbed the man by the collar and pulled his mask away, revealing a hardened face with several wrinkles and scars, along with a burn mark in his cheek, that clearly read S.D.C. Schnee Dust Company. Yang felt her stomach lurch. So this was what the faunus suffered, and Weiss' family was involved.
"Where is the White Fang? What are they doing?" Cinder asked, eyes narrow. The man's only reaction was to groan and spit on her face, hitting her right in the eye, but Cinder didn't budge.
"I'm not telling you shit, human." Cinder wiped away the saliva from her face, teeth clenched in anger. She then, in an unusual move, caressed his face. The man flinched away, grimacing at something.
"Know what my semblance is?" Cinder asked, voice calm and airy. The man didn't react. "I call it Scorching Caress. It allows me to superheat objects I touch." The huntress grabbed a nearby piece of debris, and in her hand it turned a bright orange color before becoming nearly liquid, only to instantly lose it's heat and become a black inert rock that fell to the ground.
"So?" The man asked. Cinder smiled, which made a pit form in Yang's stomach. She would not.
"I never tried it, but I wonder what would happen if I applied it to your face." That was too horrible. That was not right. Yang's hand darted toward's her sisters, grabbing her by the wrist.
"What the heck! You can't do that! It's not like you!" The look Cinder gave him was unlike anything she ever saw before. Cold, silent anger. A dark aura around her eyes. This was not her sister. For a moment, Yang considered retreating. Instead, she kept her gaze locked.
Cinder's gaze softened after a moment, and her hand relaxed. Yang let go, sensing that… dark aura… disappear.
"Then what do you suggest?" As if on cue, a ring came out of the man's white best. Carefully holding the Lieutenant's functional arm in place, she searched his clothes for the source of the sound. It was, indeed, a scroll. Made from cheap materials, probably a bootleg and unregistered.
"Here." her sister threw her the scroll, and Yang touched the answer button under the icon that lacked any kind of profile picture. She then pulled it into her ear, and a young voice came trough.
"Boss? You there? We're waiting in Warehouse H. That Torchwick guy is getting impatient! I know you have your times, but he's seriously scary. Not like… you're less scary but… you there?" Yang held her nose and deepened her voice.
"Yes, it's me. Remind me where Warehouse H is?"
"What? You're not…! Shit!" With that, the call ended. Yang sighed in exasperation.
"Good job." Cinder remarked, sarcasm palpable. The brawler glared at her sister.
"At least I did something. Know where Warehouse H is?"
"No Idea. There could be a million warehouses in Vale." Yang rubbed her chin. Then, she remembered what the rest of their team was doing.
"Weiss and the other are gathering intel on S.D.C shipments. I bet they have the jackpot." After saying that, Junior returned. The teen could hear sirens blaring outside.
"Cops are here. You done?" He asked. Cinder nodded, letting the faunus man go.
"No time to waste." She said, ignoring Junior, and heading towards a back door. Yang followed.
"Hey! What about our cover?" Asked Junior as they began leaving the club.
"Just tell them they attacked you? Don't call us we'll call you!" Yang yelled as they closed the door behind them, smiling like a devil to Junior. The guy was just too fun to mess with.
Without complications both sisters managed to reach Yang's bike, avoiding any questioning by the cops. Now seated comfortably, Yang dialed Weiss.
"Schnee here."
"Hey Weiss Cream? How's the mission going?"
"Keep it down, you brute! It's fine, we downloaded the files from the CCT."
"And?"
"A shipment of fire dust meant for firework manufacturers went missing after being delivered."
"Where?"
"Warehouse H."
"Bingo."
"What?"
"We got into trouble with Cinder here. A Big party. You should've come."
"No thanks, I hate clubs. What happened then?"
"Just a little scuffle, but we got some info. The White Fang are in Warehouse H." Upon mentioning this, she heard some voices in the background of the phone call.
"Those b-b-be-I mean, those scound- no, no- ummm, those baddies will pay! Yeah, that works." Yang had to contain her laughter at the heiress attempts not to sound discriminating.
"Is Blake there?"
"Yes. So, Warehouse H. We have the address."
"Send it."
"Alright. Meet you there, we'll come with Ruby, Blake and Sun."
"See you there, Ice Queen."
"See you." With that, the call was over. Yang turned to Cinder, who was waiting near a lamppost.
"So?"
"I have the address, we just have to wait for the gang." She saw her sister's eyes widen for a moment, before returning to their apparently natural narrowed state.
"We have to go now." Cinder stepped away from the post and walked towards the bike, grabbing a second helmet.
"I don't doubt we're kickass enough to take them on, but why not wait? Safety in numbers?" She asked. Cinder looked at her, with what seemed like sadness.
"You know how sometimes you have to take more than you can, for others? This is the same." Yang looked away. She understood. She had raised Ruby herself, she couldn't be a kid, not totally anyway. Cinder had helped immensely with that, they both had shared that burden. But she also wanted to move away for that, to feel like it wasn't just the two of them against the world.
But as long as she had her big sister, she could do it one last time.
"Alright, let's go." With a smile, Cinder put on the helmet, and both sisters drove into the night; towards Warehouse H.
What did Dust smell like? It was a powerful stench, like a construction site and coal. Once you worked a long enough in SDC mines, one's nostrils were ruined forever. Or so Roman Torchwick was told. He was thankful that the smell wouldn't last much longer. The second to last shipment was being taken away. The White Fang where working well for a change.
He heard footsteps trough all the echo in the warehouse, and turned around to see it's source. A scrawny looking recruit, flailing his arms around like an idiot.
"Trouble! We've got trouble!" He screamed, going to him and leaning on his legs for support.
"Alright, calm down. You're going to make this place smell like a locker room. What happened?" He asked, irritated.
"The boss… He's failed. They got him." He said between pants.
"Who got him? Cops?" He asked, voice calm. Taurus had promised his lieutenant was the most loyal and powerful member of his group in the Fang. His right hand man. It made him feel confident in his choice of right hand woman.
"No. Some, girl. She tried to make a deep voice. She was a terrible at it." If it wasn't serious, he would have snickered. Only one person was willing to be that openly ridiculous. Maybe two.
"Little Red's coming. Looks like your gambit payed off, old man." Said Torchwick, turning around to the remaining bullhead. Nearby, an old man sat on a stack of white boxes like some lazy teenagers trying to look cool.
"Of course it did. Know your enemy, and the result of every battle becomes apparent." The criminal rolled his eyes at the speech.
"Yeah, yeah. A shame to sacrifice such a buff dude, though."
"It had to happen. Now, we have our target on it's way, without needing to move a finger."
"You sure like that."
"I'm too old for running around." Torchwick narrowed his eyes at this. The man was old, lanky, like a twig. Yet carried a simple longsword everywhere. He had not seen him fight, but heard some tales.
"You have this, right?"
"Of course. They are children. They are confident, stupid, prone to anger and fear. They'll lose."
"Just make sure the one with Silver eyes ends up alive, okay?" He said with irritation. The man stood up from the boxes, hand resting on the sword at his hip.
"Of course. Otherwise, I would not be called Master Isshin." With that said, Isshin smiled.
That grin sent chills down his spine. No huntsman lived to be old unless they retired. But he lived, and kept fighting. He was confident in his victory. Perhaps too much.
Roman Torchwick sincerely hoped he would die; for underestimating everyone else with that smile.
A/N: Can you catch the Sekiro references? Besides Isshin that is. I'm not very good at writing fights, to any tips on that are appreciated. Next chapter, Yang and Cinder arrive at Warehouse H to stop Roman Torchwick. That is all for now dear readers.