(This would take place at the end of Chapter 34, instead of him telling them to talk.)

"And?" he asked, the girls across the table from him seemingly expecting him to be impressed, and he had to sigh at them, frustrated. How stupid were they?

"He's the CEO of a major corporation, the one I hate. The White Fang, those people who are the ONLY ones to help me, know about that, and have kept tabs on him. I know he's in Vale. He's setting up shop in the residential district, I have an address for him. Adam will be here in," he pauses to check his watch, "eighteen hours, along with some of the White Fang's best. As a warm up for taking down Beacon."

The information seemed to shock the team, as they just stared at him, and they were so...idiotic! They came here, with no plan, other than to throw themselves on his mercy. Somehow they knew he'd be interested in Fields, that meant someone was feeding them info...Ironwood or Ozpin. The former was probably for the hotel, the latter to protect his sister. Had they already informed Fields perhaps? Should he tell Adam not to bother...no, no it was too tempting a target, trap though it was.

"So, you came here with nothing, had nothing to offer even when pressed. You really are just not very smart, black cat," he said, and then pulled the trigger. The effect was seemingly in slow motion, as if his senses were savoring each second. The other two reacted, but Aura was shut down, so they were slow, and the table didn't really offer them any chances. The blonde, dumb shit though she was, still managed to pull Blake, who stared blankly at the bullet.

He'd aimed it right at her eye, intending on a quick kill. He got even better. The yank pulled her to the side, and the bullet instead grazed her face, leaving quite the nice scar as the hot metal brushed against her flesh, and a line, almost like a cut, started bleeding the moment she was stopped, and all of them just stared at each other. She'd been spared, one moment more, as Jaune turned his gun towards her, and then moved to squeeze the trigger again.

"Heh...ha...ha ha ha ha ha!" he started laughing, he just couldn't help himself, it was so absurd, so stupid. These girls really did care for each other. Knowing what they'd done, knowing what they were going to do. Oh he loved it, and suddenly, another idea occurred to him, as they looked at his face, as if waiting for him to fire again, instead he pulled out his scroll, and moved down the messages, pulling a bar napkin closer, and scrawling the address on it.

"Just in case your info is bad, that's his address. We're moving as soon as Adam and the team get here. If you rescue yours by then...well, I'll allow it. Don't? She'll probably be killed...don't look at me like that Blonde Bitch, we won't kill her, we won't have the chance. CA will, though, to protect their reputation if nothing else," he told them this, and then got up, and exited the room, knowing exactly what he was doing. Shooting Blake dead? Short term, fulfilling as it was. Using them against his enemies? Setting them against each other? Why not?

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Jaune sighed as he, Adam, and the team came back from the raid. The place was burning behind them. All of CA's people were dead, but they'd grabbed three tanks of the sterilization agent. Enough to make a test or a cure, at least according to the lizard lady driving them. He didn't care. He was still coming down off the high. It should have felt less satisfying, but seeing all of them like that, it made him warm inside.

Those idiot girls? Turns out, they'd tried...something. A frontal assault probably. Blake was the only one alive from the three. The ice queen he found as a whole corpse, at least according to the lizard lady in their group. Some water semblance, probably one of the CA nuts used against her. She froze it around herself. Or they used it as she used her powers. Either way, her heart had stopped, and she'd died pretty painlessly.

The blonde bitch though? Oh that had been too satisfying. She'd apparently tried to fight through a hail of bullets. And it worked. For a while. She'd gotten a few steps into the facility, even disabled(Not killed, idiot) some guards, and probably blew out part of the security system. But aura was only so effective, and tanking hits rather than dodging them was not a winning move, and eventually, one bullet had gotten through. Then another. Then so many that, he only knew it was her because of the hair, streaked with blood. Otherwise, she lacked anything he might call humanity.

The red haired one...the leader...the one who's order killed his mother. She had her eyes plucked out. He...he wanted to feel sorry about that. He should. No matter what had happened to him, that was a horrible thing. But he had only grinned, and when one of the team had offered to put her down...Jaune hadn't allowed it. He wanted her alive, and they'd leave her that way, not the least of which because it helped inflame the masses to see it on the stream they were putting out, to see a girl, a huntress, reduced to this because of greed.

Blake had been the real prize though. Had she surrendered? Or was she just too damn weak? A coward or a dead weight. It didn't matter. He'd made them leave her alive. Forced it in fact. She didn't deserve death, not when she was begging for it anyway. The marks on her body...he wondered if she remembered her damn high morals, when one of the doctors they'd caught had proposed doing this to his sisters, remembered that she'd told him they couldn't judge until the crime was done. Well...it was done, and now she was going to have to live with it, and she was left crying in that holding cell as he slammed the door shut on her.

And thanks to them, paradoxically, attacking had been easy. Not a single one of them had killed their enemies. Adam said it proved the White Fang's point. Not one of the bitches had cared at the docks for sparing lives, and that had just been a robbery. No one was hurt. Here? They knew these people were doing illegal shit, they knew because they were here to free their leader, and yet, they'd gone soft ball on them. Because the ones at the Docks had been Faunus, these were Humans. At least, that was how he saw it.

But they'd been so forceful in their attack, so open about it, that the guards had gone on high alert, looking for the obvious stuff. Cameras were already destroyed, the girls had done that much at least, and so they'd simply slipped in, silently picking off guards, mad doctors. He'd even gotten to kill that android again. Apparently they rebuilt her, and dear gods had that been satisfying.

The doc who'd built her, the guy in the wheelchair, had cried over her corpse, promised to rebuild her. Jaune had taken his hands, and told them to leave him alive. He was no threat, and now, he'd never build anything again. Just like how his mom would never give him another sister. At least, that had been the plan, then Adam had sliced his head off, when the guy had tried to blow something in his chair.

Mercy, even cruel mercy, was a luxury, apparently. Still, it was one mistake they didn't make again, as they came to the center of the complex, and they found him in a makeshift office. Fields hadn't seen it coming, and that had to be the best thing of all. His fingers cut off by some wire, his vocal cords cut with a blade, all before he hit the ground, leaving him bleeding out, barely conscious, but alive. Alive long enough for Jaune to walk up, and watch as he struggled to say something, gurgling it all out, before finally going still.

Now, it was all over, they'd gotten into a van, like kids going to a mall, loaded those tanks in a hauler trunk, and driven away, while one of the Vale chapter members went over the stream chat. It was starting to hit the news, as Menagerie posted it live to their own stations. What they'd found, all the stuff they'd seen. The Sterlization Agent, the torture, the kidnapping. All the documents saying it had been approved by the Atlas and Vale Councils. This was a glorious time to be a member of the Fang.

Better, there were riots already. In Vale, in Atlas, and probably in Mistral. The idea that any corporation was developing something like this sterilization agent...that these tanks had been set to leave the moment the place was attacked to dump it into the Vale water supply. That was heinous, and it was having an effect. Menagerie had already declared war. On the human race maybe. They'd executed so many of the humans in their Kingdom, finding out that they were spies only afterwards, but still, that justified it to the higher ranks.

The news stations were trying to downplay it, trying to say it was some trick, but the information was out there and the damage was done. The footage from the Dust Mines of Atlas, set on fire by a few really inventive White Fang, was just sweet. The fact that Schnee's people were being slaughtered by their own mechs, the command overrides for them being something the Fang had been sitting on for just this occasion, it warmed the heart.

Now Beacon was on fire, as Faunus huntresses and huntsmen took their leave, and when Ozpin wouldn't let them go, it turned to fighting. Oh, there weren't as many Faunus as human staff and students, but this had divided the humans, and by the time they'd been whipped into a battle frenzy, the Faunus were already cutting them down, sometimes brutally enough that even Jaune had to stare at it.

All around the world, society was crumbling, and now, he was on his way towards Beacon, this chaos to cover him getting Amber, so he could take her to Menagerie, Terra and Saphron already on their way thanks to Atlas' own White Fang Chapter. After that? He was going to enjoy watching it all burn. Enjoy it far more than he should...but hell, mom and dad were out for the lifetime, so why not throw a bitchin party while they're gone?