Ruby pulled up into her driveway, a truck belonging to their architect parked in front of the garage. She couldn't find either of the cars, of her husband or the kids. They had to be gone still. She entered her home, the feeling of an empty home still not dawning on her. "Hello, kids? Neptune? Anybody here?"

She stepped back outside, her ears greeted with screeching tires and honking horns, and checked her phone, trying to find any sign of life from anybody. Her gaze was distracted by two bright objects on her doorstep, propped against the wall. They were two tennis rackets, one lightning blue and the other hot pink. Those were Neptune's and her instructors. She nearly crushed her phone in her madly strengthening grip, That bastard!

She stormed back into the house and up the stairs, yelling, "Neptune! NEPTUNE! You better not be! Not in my house! Not in my bed!"

She was halted at the door to their room by Neptune, wearing nothing more than a leopard-skin speedo and a pair of socks. "Fuck you, Ruby, go away!"

Ruby got into Neptune's face, poking into her husbands chest as she said, "I'm paying that fuckin' whore a hundred-fifty bucks an hour to fuck my husband? In my own bed?"

Ruby threw Neptune aside, barging into the room to find the green-haired tan woman standing on her bed, only a towel covering her. "Whoa, Miss Rose, I know how this looks but..."

"Shut up, and get over here!"

The woman leapt to the other side of the bed, "I'm sorry, Neptune said you had an arrangement."

"Oh, I'll give you an arrangement, I'll arrange your fucking funeral!"

Neptune hooked Ruby's arms behind her, desperately trying to hold her back. "Look, I'll comp the session, I promise!"

"You're dead!"

The woman dashed for the glass door behind her, smashing through it and jumping over the balcony.

Blake pulled up in front of the house, walking through the metal door just to see a woman clinging to a towel leap from the second-floor balcony, shattered pieces of stained glass following her. The woman collapsed upon hitting the earth, quickly regaining her footing as she dashed for her hybrid. Blake shook her head and headed into Ruby's home, only to be cut off by pleas from Neptune, "Hey, you, stop her!"

"Out of my way, Blake."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing happened, it's just a misunderstanding." Neptune insisted.

"He fucked a whore in my bed."

"You're shitting me?"

"It's not like that, you don't understand."

"You in?" Ruby asked, pointing at Blake.

"Fuck it, let's get that motherfucker!"

The two ignored Neptune's cries for mercy, taking the architect truck for the ride. "This truck yours?" Blake asked.

"No, it belongs to a guy who's doing work for me. He'll get it back, might be a dead body in the back, though."

"So, what, we're going to kill her?"

"Yeah, got a problem with that?"

"A cat shouldn't shit in another cat's litter box. I know, horrible analogy coming from what I am..."

"No, it works fine. That fucker's been shitting in my box for far too long."

The truck sped through the winding road, snaking through the Vineyard Hills and making their way to the canyon that overlooked the city. They watched as the car made a break off the road and onto he dirt road below the canyon, trying to hook around and catch up but instead spun out in the dirt, doing a complete 90 degree turn. Ruby cheered out as the hybrid slammed into a rock beneath a house overhanging the drop. The car instantly began to billow smoke, the woman ditching the car and dashing up the hill and into the house. "Fuck, we lost her!" Ruby roared.

"So, now what?"

Just then, the woman appeared on the deck looming over the drop. Ruby turned the car around and coasted by the house, shouting up at her, "Hey, asshole, you ran off before we could settle our debts."

"Ruby, please, you've got the wrong idea!"

Ruby parked just beyond the end of where the house sat, she and Blake getting out as she said, "There's a winch in the back of the truck, put it on one of those supports."

"What!? Are you going to pull that deck down?"

"That prick pulled down my marriage."

"Isn't that a little over-the-top?"

"Yeah, whatever."

Blake began to pull out the cable and lug it up the hill as the woman called down, "Look, Ruby, I said I'd comp the session!"

"Well, you had an awful lot of sessions with my husband, Emerald. I was just thinking you've worked on a lot more than his backhand."

"Neptune's backhand has come a long way, Ruby. Sometimes it's got to get better before it gets worse."

"Yeah, well how about I come up there and practice my backhand...on your face."

"Oh, come on, you're negative energy is seriously bringing me down."

"Oh, I hope it is, cause you're coming down from there, one way or another."

"We're hooked up!" Blake called out.

"You come into my house, take my money, and nail my husband, are you fucking kidding me!?"

"I'm gonna raise my hand and admit that wasn't the nicest thing to do. My bad."

"Oh, how fucking magnanimous! May I please offer you my applause..." Ruby yelled, clapping before yelling once more, "You fuckin' motherfucker! Hey, we'll see how you like it when someone fucks with your shit."

Ruby ducked under the cable and got back into the truck, Emerald shouting down, "Wait, stop, you've got the wrong idea!"

Ruby immediately gunned the truck, the dirt flying from her tires as it lurched forward. The deck lowered a few feet, pieces of the concrete guard rail and glass falling to the ground. A few more seconds of flooring the pedal led to another drop on the deck's level, more pieces of it falling down, the support heavily bent out of shape. Finally, Ruby switched it in reverse and gunned forward once more, ripping the supports out of the earth they were cemented in. The deck came crumbling to the dirt road, the wood sliding down the canyon like a river, the ficus trees snapping upon impact, and all other decorations and furniture being shredded and smashed on the ground. "Fuck her, and fuck her deck!"

"Shit, let's get out of here!" Blake cried, the truck speeding off down the dirt road.

"That, my dear Blake, is rule number one, don't fuck with my life!"

"Dually noted..." Blake began, being cut off by Ruby's cellphone.

Ruby pushed a button on the steering wheel and Emerald's voice filled the inside of the car, "Missus Rose, what the hell? That's not my house!"

"Bullshit."

Emerald began to laugh as she stated, "Do you think I could afford a place like that? No, I'm just a tennis instructor. But my daddy Mister Schnee owns that."

"Oh, so not are you only a home-wrecking whore, you're the spoiled mistress and a home-wrecking whore."

"I'm not just going to let you get away with this, I'm calling him right now. You had your chance."

"Oh, I'm scared, lady, just fuckin' terrified!" Ruby said, ending the call before mocking, "'I'm calling Mister Schnee, you had your chance.' Fuck you."

"Wait, Mister Schnee?"

"Yeah, that's what she said."

"Oh, fuck. You have no idea whose deck we just tore down. That guy basically runs this kingdom, the dust is mined by him through the cruelest means imaginable, and he doesn't take kindly to people who fuck with him. We'll be lucky if he didn't send guys to your house already."

"Oh, spare me. I've dealt with worse than this Mister Schnee in my time. That fucker wants to play ball, I'm up to bat first, and I'm caving his fucking head in before he's even ready."

They pulled into Ruby's driveway once more, throwing the truck into park and strolling to Ruby's doorstep. "Hey, listen. Thanks for your help today, it really means a lot."

"Well, pulling houses off of hillsides sure is what I'd like to call a day."

"Yeah, well, I thought I was done with this shit a while ago. Now, I don't know what the hell's going on."

They took another step towards the door before a black SUV came screaming up to the house, the duo turning to see two thugs, one with a bat and the other aiming at them with an assault rifle, get out and open the door for Emerald and an aging man in a white suit, his hair and bushy mustache snow white, his aging features accentuated by the rage engulfing him. "Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?!"

"No." Ruby replied blankly.

"Do you?"

"Yeah, I think so." Blake responded.

"Good. I know who you are, I know where you live." Mister Schnee said, pointing at Ruby before turning to Blake, "Who are you?"

"I'm Blake."

"License."

"What?"

"Driver's license, now!"

Blake had no choice but to comply, producing her wallet and handing over the piece of plastic to a thug, who snatched it away and gave it to Mister Schnee. He quickly looked over it, placing it in his coat pocket before saying, "Alright, Blake, could you please help tell Missus Rose something? Who am I?"

"I think you're just known as Mister Schnee."

"Good, now maybe give her a little bit of the background."

"Mister Schnee is..." Blake paused, searching for an answer, "Mister Schnee is a legitimate businessman. He was wrongfully accused of running slave labor in the Schnee Family Mines and running a synthetic narcotic dust called crystal. But the charges were dropped when all the witnesses...came up missing."

"Smart kid. Now, Ruby, tell me." Mister Schnee began, taking the bat from his thug, lining it up and slamming it into Ruby's stomach, sending her to the ground, gasping for air and clutching her ribs.

"Why would you destroy such an architecturally significant..." he slammed the bat onto her back, making her writhe and stretch out in pain, "modernist wonder home down the hillside of Vineyard Hills?"

"I thought the owner was banging my husband."

"Well, that's a funny house for a tennis coach."

"I wasn't thinking straight."

"Clearly." Mister Schnee said, his eyes darting to Blake as he handed the bat to his accomplice, continuing, "Well, Emerald will need a hotel room, while you finance the rebuild, correct?"

"Absolutely."

"Good. And I'm guessing here that the rebuild will be somewhere in the...two point five million range? That sounds about right, doesn't it?"

"Of course."

"Good. You have one week to get me that money, or I'll burn down your houses and put you both to work either in my mines...or in my brothel."

The madman headed back for his car, Emerald bending over and spitting in Ruby's face before heading back as well. "That's nice." Ruby muttered, wiping the spit from her mouth.

Blake helped Ruby to her feet, draping her arm over her shoulder and assisting her into the home and gently seating her on the living room couch. "Damn, are you alright?"

"Never better."

"Well, now what?"

Ruby took a deep breath, saying, "Looks like I'm gonna have to postpone my retirement. Fuck! I'm mortgaged up to my eyeballs, there's now way the FIB will cover this. Not this time."

The two sat in silence for a while, Ruby finally speaking once more. "Look, there's only one way I know how to make money. I'm gonna have to give an old friend a call. Weiss. I think she's somewhere in town, I'll have to track her down. Just, give me some alone time, alright?"

"Whatever you say, Ruby. I'll be in touch."

"Thanks, Blake."

Blake had no sooner stepped outside the house when her phone buzzed once more. "I have to turn this fucking thing off one of these days." she grumbled, picking up the call and saying, "What now, Sun?"

"Yo, Blake, you'll never believe it! Mercury just got out of jail, I'm sitting with him right now!"

"Great, another piece of shit who just brings down the faunus cause even though he's human."

"Hey, don't hate him because he's the pioneer of his kind in our cause."

"What cause? We only sell drugs, rob cars, and shoot up neighborhoods, what good does that do?"

"Look, just get to your place by nighttime. We've got a special meeting hooked up at that old warehouse by the Vineyard River."

"What, are you crazy!? That's Cull territory, we can't go there."

"That's why I said it's a big meeting, Blake. Just be here, don't let us down."

The call ended there, Blake cussing out loud. In two days, she had witnessed everything go to hell, but the second day was not yet out.