Ruby descended the stairs leading to the front foyer, a white dress with a floral pattern covering her to her ankles. Neptune was heading for the door as she called out, "Hey, Neptune, I was just thinking you and I could hang out for a while, ya know? Grab some breakfast and talk..."

"Sorry, Ruby, can't today. Yoga waits for no one, you know?"

"Yeah..." Ruby mumbled, waving Neptune off as he exiting the home.

Ruby went into her living room, plopping down on the couch and readied to turn the projector on when the door opened once more, Blake coming in in her usual black-and-white attire. "Hey, you made it!" Ruby welcomed.

"What's up?"

Ruby rose from her seat, grabbing a pair of glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the coffee table. "So, are we all good?"

"Hell yeah, we're all good, we did it!"

"Your fuckin' A-right we did it," Ruby said, handing Blake a full glass and herself one, "So here's the shot. Weiss is offloading the dust, she knows a guy who can get us fifty cents on the dollar! Oh, and everything we stole...five million on the nuts!"

Blake stifled a cough in her throat and nearly spat out her drink from the involuntary spasm. Ruby laughed, "Yeah, we might actually have a little spending money after we pay off that psychotic Schnee motherfucker. Cheers."

The two clashed glasses and took another swig before an annoyed man's voice preceded a white-haired man in a black suit with a green undershirt, "The whole job. Everything about it. Anyone who knows your file. What is wrong with you?!"

The well-dressed man stood before them, both hands positioned on a cane. "Ozzy, long time no see, pal!" Ruby said.

"And what about Yang? If that fruitcake realizes, no, no, finds out you're alive, you are D-O-N-E fucked!"

"Don't worry about Yang. Yang's dead...gotta be," Ruby rebutted, looking at Blake as they both snickered, "Besides, I didn't have nothing to do with it...whatever the hell it is your talking about."

"Oh, really?" Ozpin said, snatching the remote from the couch and turning it on before taking a seat.

The screen instantly lit up with the news bulletins and flashing colors of Weazel News. The banners lit up with, "Terrifying Dust Shop Robbery" and a brunette man in a gray suit said, "...the thiefs are believed to have made off with millions of dollars worth of dust. This door keeper had a harrowing escape when the thieves ran into him."

The man put the mic before the aging man's mouth as he said, "I was just doing my job when these rascals pulled up outside the place and unloaded their bikes. So I went out and said, 'Hey, you better move these bikes,'..."

Ruby promptly turned the TV off, looking at Ozpin and stating, "I don't know anything about that."

A woman with a long, flowing blonde mane in a small, brown coat over a very revealing yellow mini-shirt, black, skin-tight shorts, brown boots, and knee-high orange socks was bent over a counter, a blonde man in a tattered sweatshirt and rusting chestplates rapidly thrusting into her, the jingling of fine china and glass bottles rattling throughout the trailer. The inside of the home they were in was filthy, cans, pots, and all other sorts of objects strewn about the counter, sink, and floor. They had hardly been paying attention to the news, but the woman ceased her occasional grunts and moans when the old man spoke up, "Then this other girl runs out of the shop and says something like, 'You forget thousands of things every day, make sure this is one of 'em,'. It was pretty scary..."

"Back to you in the station." the reporter said, the TV switching back to a baseball game.

The blonde woman stared at the screen for some time, shock radiating out of her face. She propped herself up on one hand and pushed the man away and out of her, bending over to pull up her panties and shorts, the man inquiring, "You wanna get lit, now, sugar?"

She grabbed a beer bottle off the counter and headed for the door, blankly staring at the floor as the dazed man said, propped against the counter on one hand, pulling up his dirty briefs, "Yang, baby, do...do you wanna smoke now?"

Yang had no sooner exited her home when the voice of one of her associates pleaded, "Don't do it, Pyrrha. Don't do it..."

The red-haired woman in Greek apparel shoved through the black-haired and goateed man in a decaying suit and a black-haired girl in a filthy dress that was once pure white. "Yang!" Pyrrha shouted at the woman as she slowly, lethargically walked down the stairs, ignoring her cries, "You been with my man again? I'm speaking to you, asshole!"

Yang continued to ignore the red-haired woman, walking off aimlessly from her yard and towards a dead-end road by a large embankment, the man further encouraging, "Please, Pyrrha, leave it!"

The girl extended her arms out in a weak attempt to keep Pyrrha back, the warrior shouting at Yang, "We all get high, WE ALL GET HIGH! But that don't make it right!"

"Leave it, Pyrrha, leave it!" Jaune cried out, coming out of the trailer, zipping his pants up.

"Crystal has got us babe, but it don't make it right. Don't make nothing right! Not after what you've done with me."

"I'm telling you, Pyrrha, leave it!" the man pleaded once again.

"I ain't leavin' nothin'!"

Pyrrha sprinted through the opening in the chain-link fence and chased down Yang, shouting, "Yang, I'm talking to you, motherfucker!"

Yang stopped halfway up the road, turning to Pyrrha with a blank, careless expression, "Are you? What are you saying?"

"Fuckin' my man, girl, it's wrong."

Yang slowly approached Pyrrha, her gestures and tone jabbing, "Well, I gotta fuck someone. Do you want me to fuck you instead? I-is that the issue here?"

Yang got closer still to Pyrrha, whispering directly in her ear while pelvic thrusting, "Take off your pants, cowgirl, alright. Let's, let's fuck."

Yang gave Pyrrha a seductive look out of the corner of her eye, the degraded woman saying, "You think this is funny?"

"GET THEM OFF!" Yang roared, pointing at Pyrrha's skirt.

"I told her to leave it, Yang. I told her. Leave it. Leave it." the man reassured, running up alongside the blonde man and the girl in a dress.

Yang stepped towards them, pointing at the man and hissing, "Shut up, Junior. I'm about to fuck me a crystal head, ain't I, cowgirl? Get my girl licked by her rough tongue."

"Fuck you, Yang," Pyrrha said, wandering off as Yang gave a sympathetic, 'Oh.', "I still love him."

"Alright, hey, cowgirl. Hey, I know. Hey, c'mon, sh..."

"I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, cowgirl."

"It's just that..."

"I know, shh..."

"...I messed up."

"It's okay, cowgirl. Now gimme a hug. Yeah..."

Yang brought Pyrrha in for an embrace, lightly rocking her as the Amazonian's arms lay limp at her side. Yang glared at Pyrrha before throttling her in her free hand, flinging her back to the ground and shattering the bottle onto her head, blood flowing from the side of Pyrrha's head. She rose a foot high up and began to repeatedly stomp on Pyrrha's head, each crunch growing louder and more sickeningly than the last, "Fucking shit! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"

Yang took a few steps back before shouting at the bloody body, "Who the fuck are you think you're speaking to? Who? Who? I'm talking to you, huh? You fuck!"

"Pyrrha!" the blonde man called out.

"Next time don't get in my fucking face! I just saw a fucking ghost and now I've gotta hear your crap," Yang roared, walking away before running back at the blood-drenched corpse, "Get up. GET UP!"

Pyrrha remained motionless, Yang flipping the bird as she stormed off, "Fuck you, then!"

Yang and the suited man headed back for the trailer, the girl staying back and watching as the blonde man threw himself on the corpse, sobbing into her chest as the man called out, "Melanie."

The girl turned away and ran back to her duo, Yang muttering and clutching her fists, "Fuck!"

The trio made there way to a dust-covered, red Bodhi as Yang said, "That dopey cowgirl's forced our hand. We gotta find the rest of the Beacon."

Junior took shotgun and Melanie sat in the back end as Yang sent the truck roaring onto the sand-covered road and then veering left onto the highway. The land surrounding was a desolate desert, a large mountain looming over a lake to their left, the highway circling around the body of water. "Melanie, this ghost I saw, her name was Ruby Vasilias. Sounds like she's living in Vineyard. Find her." Yang demanded.

The girl spoke, her voice a garbled lisp, "Really? Uh, my sister's there but...I don't..."

"Find her, Melanie!"

"Does this mean I don't have to come see the bikers?"

"We're in a hurry, but not that big a hurry."

"But, if we bury Pyrrha in the desert and then quiet down that bastard Jaune who was in you, then they don't need to know about it!"

"Do you think it's clever to disrespect men?"

"Disrespect? What? No, I wasn't disrespecting, I was just sayin' we should kill him!"

"You called him a bastard, ain't you got a father?"

"Everyone's got a father...at least one."

The truck zipped through another rural town, this one having more grass than sand in its lawns, and a barn towered up in the distance, Junior saying, "We should check the farm on the right, right? That's where they're meant to be."

The truck pulled into the dirt driveway, careening to a stop just behind a black van, a group of three men, two sitting on their motorcycles, greeting them. The trio got out of the vehicle, a bald, white man asking, "Hey, have you guys seen Jaune? Pyrrha's looking for him."

"As a matter of fact, I just did, not even ten minutes ago. He was inside this vagina here." Yang replied, her hands presenting her crotch.

"You know Pyrrha's not gonna be cool with you messin' around with him again." a black man in a wool hat said.

"Oh, you don't think so? Huh? Well, why don't we just ask him then, huh," Yang inquired, leaning over to talk to the bottom of her boot, the leg propped up on the opposite knee, cupping her ear as she asked her boot, "Hey, hey cowgirl, do you mind I fucked your old man? Sorry, what was that? What? No, no? You don't mind? Oh because you're a dead woman..."

Yang scraped a pink glob off of her foot, continuing, "...and the only sentient part of you left is this little bit of brain in the gristle in the end of my boot? Well, THANK YOU very much, cowgirl!"

"Bullshit!" the white man cried.

Melanie and Junior took aim with a shotgun and pistol as Yang goaded them further, "Oh, I like it! Denial! That is the first part of the grieving process, brother. Now let's all hold hands, huh? Well, it looks like you've got something you wanna say, huh? Got somethin' you need to say?"

The skinny man behind the bikes darted for the van, a man inside it already starting it up as the bikes fired up to, the black man threatening, "This better be bullshit!"

The bikers went screaming out of the barn and back onto the highway, Yang calling out as they rushed to her truck, "Ah, where are you guys going? Let's go, ladies!"

The truck came lurching out of the barnyard, speeding up to the bikers as Yang said, "Alright, we follow the van back to the rest of them, then the Beacon MC are out of this region for good. But the guys on the bikes gotta go!"

Yang continued to pursue the motorcyclist, pulling off onto a dirt road that winded through the foothills of the Chiliad Mountain, a hard left coming up as the bikers came to a near stop to make the turn. Yang ceased to let off the gas, speeding ahead and ramming into the bikers, smashing them into the cement road blocks that formed the guardrail of the turn, shattering the bikes and mulching their bodies. The side of the truck caught the cement, scraping and sliding along the turn, nearly throwing Melanie out of the back as she pleaded, "You need some straps or a seat belt back here!"

"I only put things in the back that I don't mind losing. Now, we just follow that van right back to their little hideout."

"Did you see the looks on their faces?" Junior said.

"We sure scared 'em, didn't we?" Melanie added, a bit of uncertainty in her tone.

"Yeah, thank fuck they didn't take you two for the harmless idiots you really are."

They continued to follow the speeding van, passing by a logging operation and several wildlife before Junior voiced his doubts, "You know...I don't see us taking out all of the Beacon today, boss...I mean, there'll be some by the airstrip, and...you know...some by that..."

"I not now, their time will soon be upon them." Yang growled.

"Well, once we get to their base, you can bring Chef down while me and Melanie watch the place, then the four of us..."

"We do this now, Junior, all of us!"

They followed the van through the foothills that gave way to hills, crossing a bridge and watching as the van turned into a camp full of trailers. Yang pulled up just in the front of the camp, a pair of gauntlets forming over her forearms as she stated, "Alright, you two watch the entrance. No one is to leave this place without my express permission."

Yang charged into the camp, taking cover behind the van as automatic fire came upon her. She waited a few moments for it to cease, sprinting for her hiding spot and flinging her arms backwards, the gauntlets firing off a bright-orange round and propelling her into a group of five Beacon motorcyclists. One kept a shotgun aimed on her while the others advanced with a hammer, broken bottle, knife, and screwdriver. The knife-wield struck first, aiming for her throat with a quick jab. Yang grabbed his wrist, landing an uppercut at the elbow that severed his arm. The man with the broken bottle swung at her, the girl easily dodging the blow and slamming her fist into his stomach, carving a perfectly circular hole through him. Yang heard the shotgun cock and swing the man around, the corpse catching all of the buckshot as Yang charged at him. She plowed into the gun-toting biker, straddling him for a moment before punching him in the face, liquifying the front of his face and skull. She turned and rolled out of the path of the claw of hammer going for her head, rising with a smirk as she said, "Jeez, is this your first time? You guys aren't lasting too..."

Something waving in the cleft of the hammer's claw caught her eye. It was a few strands of blonde hair, her hair. Her eyes turned red and her hair seemed to turn to fire as she roared, "You assholes!"

The immediate area around her erupted in a flaming aura, the men taking a step back as he lunged for them, striking them both in the face at once, their lower jaws flying off their heads. The stomped down to her right, crushing the skull of the sobbing, one-armed man, before advancing to the collective cries of, "Get to the trailer, protect the lab!"

She fired at the ground behind her once more, propelling herself on top of a trailer that overlooked a group of two dozen bikers gathering around the front of a trailer, guns aimed. She smirked at their threats to abandon before punching at them, orange blazes flying at and striking many of them. One biker dodged a shot, but the round hit a propane tank, causing the lab inside to explode, the rubble of the trailer and the severed limbs and gore of men flying about. Yang stood and watched the display with amusement, turning away and heading for her truck, growling as Melanie hopped out of the back end, "Melanie, why are you still here?"

"You said..."

"I said go find a fuckin' ghost in Vineyard, alright? You looking for motivation? And get me some sticky bombs!"

Melanie slowly strided up the patch of road they had come from, Yang and Junior speeding off down the road as Yang said, "We're dropping in on Taurus."

"The White Fang?! That makes me nervous..."

"Ah, don't be nervous, Nervous Junior. He'll be fine with the takeover."

"Takeover? Yang, we don't need to. With the bikers gone, its just us, the White Fang, and the Arc sisters...the market's big enough! This Oriental gang I've hooked up with is gonna buy as much crystal as we can cook. We just gotta meet them at the inn..."

Yang turned off the highway which looped back to her home and onto another dirt road, stammering, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, alright, we're almost there, anyway. But, the White Fang control the guns, so we're taking them out."

The truck pulled alongside another trailer, Yang backing up so she perfectly faced the front end, a red-haired man in a bone-like mask staring through the window of his room. The tires screeched against dirt, flinging it back in droves before the truck went barreling ahead, slamming into the trailer and throwing the man off his feet. The truck continued to push on, shoving the trailer ahead and down a steep embankment, throwing it into the river as the man leapt out. Yang and Junior slowly moved towards the man, wiping water from his face as he demanded, "What the fuck, Yang?!"

"This is the fuck, my soggy friend! You are out of business. The Beacon MC are out of business. The guns and crank in this area go through Yang Xiao Long Enterprises or they ain't going!"

"Saying something don't make it true."

"You're right, action does!" Yang said, lunging for Adam.

Her fist connected with his temple, the entire top of his skull disintegrating in a gory spectacle. "OH, THAT FEELS BETTER!" Yang shouted.

"I guess he don't rung nothing no more..."

Junior and Yang made their way back up the hill and into the truck backing away and heading back down the dirt road and for home, passing through several blown-out buildings and decrepit trailers. "I don't know what all these naysayers are talking about. Look at me, I'm cranked out on speed most of the time, but I'm productivity personified."

"You've certainly achieved a lot today. You always talked about taking over, but I never thought..."

"Are you calling me a bullshitter, Junior?"

"What? You? No, absolutley not you!"

"Good, that's what I thought. I just had to get my affairs in order."

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, as soon as we find out where that specter on the TV lives. Ruby Vasilias."

"Wait, your old running buddy? Your sister? The one who got shot?"

"Yeah...that's her...my best pal."

"I thought she was dead."

"Boy, you sure do catch on quick! Yes, the fucking ghost I've been talking about."

"Wait, she's alive?!"

"Well, she's walking, and she's talking, and she's sticking up joins, so, yeah, that makes her alive, don't it?"

"How do you know its her?"

"It's her MO, it's the same corny shit she was spewing ten years ago back."

"This could be a trap, Yang! What if someone wants you to think she's alive?"

"I was fooled once but I ain't fooled now. Ruby Vasilias is alive and breathing. She's living in Vineyard, and she's got some explaining to do."

"They could be trying to draw you out into the open."

"That's a conspiracy theory too far, even for you, Junior."

The truck pulled up beside a trailer adjacent to Yang's, Yang demanding, "Get out of the car, Junior. I need to think."

Junior promptly exited the vehicle and made his way to his house, his pace quickened as Yang shouted, "RUN!"

Yang pulled into her dirt driveway and made her way into her house, collapsing on the couch, her eyes slowly shutting as she muttered, "Fucking Pyrrha...made me waste my beer."