Yang threw her truck into park outside her home in the afternoon heat, storming to the stairs as Junior barged out, complete shock on his face as he cried, "I tried, Yang!"

"What happened?!" Yang roared.

"They were here...for you." Junior stammered, being shoved aside as Yang entered her home.

The inside was wrecked, a table was flipped, plates and bottles were smashed, food was flung around, and silverware and pots thrown about. "Who did this?"

"The bikers, they came her looking for you after killed Pyrrha..."

"And they damage my stuff, huh? They smash up my home, damage my soul," Yang said, wading through the destruction, "Look at this...this...this was my favorite statue, of Gav from the Achieve Men!"

Yang plucked up to pieces of a statue, one the waist down and the other the abdomen up, a British man with tussled hair smiling maniacally at her. "This fucking meant more to me than Pyrrha meant to anyone and they smashed it! Those pathetic, midlife crisis, hog-ridin', head-shaving, fruity leather-chap-wearing fucking assholes!"

"You're right, they're all assholes, Yang! They're hap-wearing assholes." Junior chimed in an attempt to calm his boss.

Melanie walked into the trailer at this moment, but quickly ducked back out at seeing the look on Yang's face, she had learned many times to avoid her when she was like this. She didn't make it far, Yang calling as she confronted Melanie on the front deck, "Mel, Mel, Mel, you little shit! Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey! Ruby fucking Vasilias, huh? Douche husband, living in Vale, twenty-four? Find her?"

Melanie took a big gulp before responding in a clearly horrified, hushed voice, "Vale is a big, big place Yang. There's lots of people."

"You are fucking useless! Now, find out who did the fucking robbery, okay? And find Ruby Vasilias, or anyone matching her description, or I'll fucking kill you and you're fucking sister, got it!?"

"Yes. Yang.

"Good," Yang said, turning to Junior before spinning back around to Melanie, hunching over and shaking her hands at her sides as she said, "Now smile!"

Melanie did just that, giving a warm, toothy smile to Yang as she said, "See, now that's better. Run along."

Melanie walked back off into the night as Yang turned around to Junior, "Did you get the device ready for your punishment?"

"What, Yang, is now the time?"

"What, are you telling me no?!"

"No, I'm not...I mean...can't I redeem myself? I still can't sit from last time!"

"Are you telling me what to...actually, that's not a bad idea. Meet me at the airstrip, Junior, I just gotta make a little stop along the way. Do this right and we'll be square, alright?"

"Thank you, Yang! You won't regret this!" Junior said, shaking Yang's hand before she retracted it, disgusted.

Junior scuttled to his four-wheeler parked by the home, Yang grumbling to herself as she went to her truck.

Yang exitted the gun shop, a large sniper rifle in hand, to the sounds of Junior's voice ringing through a static-filled radio as she entered her truck, "Come in, come in? Yang?"

She plucked the radio from her side, quipping into it, "I'll come in your ear when I get hold of you!"

"O-kay...I'm at the airstrip now, what are you getting?"

"Just a silenced .50, why?"

"Jesus, Yang! Isn't that a little much?"

"They destroyed my fucking statue, Junior! I make the shots around her, alright? Question me one more time and I'll not only revoke your privilege of redemption but I'll wrap sandpaper around that goddamn dildo, understood?"

Silence only came from the other end, "Good! Now meet me at the water tower at the north end of the strip."

"Roger that, Yang. Bu...but you gotta watch out, there's bikers all over the airfield."

"Of course there are. Two planes are touching down on a weapons run, and we're gonna appropriate 'em!"

"We are?"

"You're goddamn right!" Yang shouted as she pulled up beside the tower.

Junior leaned over the railing and whispered down to Yang, "I don't see the hardware...but I do see a helluva lot of bikers."

"I can't hear you, speak the fuck up!" Yang shouted.

"Sh, please be quiet, boss. What do we do?"

"We wait until night, Junior, that' when those planes come in so the feds don't get involved. Til then, you've got plenty of time to figure out a route to that gas tanker you're gonna blow."

6 Hours Later

The sun and it's last lighting rays sunk over the horizon, Yang standing at the top of the water tower, commanding to Junior below her, "That's enough waiting, this is your moment, Junior."

Junior descended the ladder and darted for his ATV, Yang shouting down to him, "Whenever you get doubt in your mind, I want you to remember that I'm watching you through the scope of a high-powered rifle."

Junior zipped up the dirt path to a shack constructed of nothing but sheet metal, Yang looking around the airstrip for bikers as Junior called through on the radio, "Can you see me, Yang?"

Yang swung her aim to her left, trying to find her ally in the moon-lit night. She found a figure waving madly, replying to Junior, "Junior, you wouldn't believe it. One of these assholes is having a seizure or something."

"That's me, that's me! Don't shoot!"

"Well, get moving or I'm firing a warning shot into your lung!"

"Okay, okay, I'm moving." Junior complied, creeping low to the ground.

Yang watched through the scope of her rifle as Junior made his way to the shack, peering around the corner before ducking back behind cover, speaking through the radio, "Shit, they've got a guard at the bottom of the tower, Yang! Take him out!"

Yang swung her aim to the guard tower beside the shack, a man with a Kevlar jacket and assault rifle standing guard. Yang steadied her aim as the central dot of her scope hovered over the man's head, finally pulling the trigger and sending the round into the man's head, causing it to explode on impact. "Jesus Christ!" Junior called over the radio.

Yang saw movement above the man, there was another in the tower. Just like before, she waited for the man to stop moving, aimed for the sweet spot, blew his head off. "Good, no one's watching your entrance, now get moving before I shoot your dick off!"

Junior made a short advance to a pile of car parts before lying flat on the ground, telling Yang, "I hear engines, there's a couple bikers coming! What do we do, they'll see the body!?"

"I'll shoot those lights on the tower out, they'll think he's sleeping on the job. Once they get close, I'll pop 'em."

Yang was getting quickly accustomed to her sniper, breaking the lights above the body in two quick shots. The bikers parked their hogs and strolled over to the man, one calling out, "Jimmy? You asshole, if you're passed out again I'll fucking beat you!"

Yang chuckled at the man's distant threat and pulled the trigger, the round passing through one man's head and the other's chest. Yang whooped out in joy, quickly covering her mouth as she laughed maniacally into it, Junior congratulating, "Great shot, boss! Now can you cover me, please...I'm scared."

"There, you're in my crosshairs again, and there's no one left to kill, so get over to that gas tank and plant the bomb."

Junior made his way closer to the tanker, but a pair of men walked out of the building before it. Junior backpedaled and slammed up against the wall, catching their attention. The two men brought their guns up, ready to fire, and made their way towards the noise, the lights growing brighter as they got closer. Just as they came around the corner, the man in the back clutched his next, blood spurting out both sides of his neck as he collapsed to the sand. The other man had barely any time to turn his head before the next shot tore off his lower jaw, Yang calling out over the radio, "Plant those fucking bombs, now!"

As Junior began affixing the bomb, the sounds of an engine began to whip through the distance, Junior crying out, "Shit, they've got a chopper!"

"I always hated that chopper, just fucking drive, you're bikers!"

"We can't take the cargo when they've got the tactical superiority, boss...you're gonna have to take it out."

"Are you fucking nuts?! That'll let everyone know we're here!"

"Take out the pilot, it'll make it a bit quicker, at least."

Yang growled to herself as she waited for the chopper to even out, the pilot's head visible for a fleeting moment as she pulled the trigger. The .50 round passed through the glass and splattered the pilot's skull and brain matter over the chopper's interior and his comrades. The chopper spun madly in the air, the occupants being hurled out as it plummeted to the earth, crashing in a fiery explosion. Yang hurried down the ladder upon its descent, her gauntlets deploying down her arms as she charged to the airstrip. She found Junior pinned under a man's boot, his shotgun aimed into the back of his head as he readied to pull the trigger. A tap on his shoulder got his attention, turning around just as Yang swung at him, pulverizing his skull. The helped Junior to his feet, the conspiracy nut wailing, "Thank you, Yang, thank you!"

"Get moving before you make me change my mind!" Yang said, shoving Junior ahead.

The duo rounded the corner but were immediately fired upon, sending them ducking for cover as Yang collapsed to the ground, holding her shoulder. "Fuck, those assholes shot me!"

"Are you..." Junior began.

Yang's hair slowly began to glow brighter and brighter, finally to the point where it seemed to be on fire, her eyes a crimson red. The wound on her shoulder slowly sealed itself shut, Yang rising as she growled, "Stay put and come running to the hanger when I'm done shooting!"

Yang charged around the corner into the flurry of bullets, hitting her several times but not slowing her down. She swung her fist back, firing her Ember Celica and launching her at the group, slamming her fist down and sending men flying in all directions from the blast. As they rose, Yang struck, flipping at one man and slamming her heel into his forehead. The next man attempted to stab her, but she ducked the blow and punched him in the stomach, her arm going clean through and out his back. Four more men attempted to attack her at once, but she fired at them and any attempting to attack her, boring through skulls, stomach, chests, arms, and legs. Finally, she whistled loudly, Junior running to her side. "Grab a plane, we're heading out."

Yang's plane touched down in another airstrip north of the one they had just left. They had dropped the ammo in the ocean at a designated spot marked by a flare. The man who would pick up the ammo would wire the money to Yang and Junior directly, since he spoke to them on the radio. Junior stopped behind her, the two meeting as Yang said, "I think that was adequate restitution for my Gav statue."

"That was a mighty fine statue, Yang."

"That was a mighty fine piece of plastic shit. But there is no price for emotional attachment. I mean, you might forgo your cut to, uh, alleviate my heartache?"

"I will," Junior cried, Yang getting in the much taller man's personal space, "I mean, yes, of course I will!"

"We don't have time to dwell on that right now, Junior, we've got more competition to stamp out and more Crystal to cook and more guns to smuggle. And if there's one thing they need south of the big fence, it is guns, Junior! The illiterate, foreign-language-babbling faunus of The Wilderness need guns!"

Junior gave a raspy laugh as he stepped back, cheering, "Yang Xiao Long Industries, technical expertise, managerial innovations, an unstoppable force to be reckoned with!"

"Good, now go, Junior. I need to mediate...or masturbate...or both..."

Well, guys, I'm back to updating my RWBY stuff! Fall Break is not nearly as big as I'd hoped (it's just a 3 day weekend), but I will update as much as possible. I know I've got a lot of stories already in progress, but I will be adding one more for the time being: A RWBY fight story about the end of the year tournament, called: RWBY: The Final Fight. It will star teams RWBY and JNPR, as well as Roman Torchwick, Neo, Cinder, Melanie, Miltia, Junior, and my OC's (and possibly Zivon's) from the Abyss. Also, for Halloween, Zivon is writing a hilarious special you have to see, I know I've got it marked on my calendar! I will also update Halloween 3 on Halloween and try to update all my other stories for you guys. Keep on bringing in the love and, as always, remember to cite your DAM sources!