Yang stood inside the hanger for sometime, vigorously rubbing her hand inside her pants and moaning before the ringing of her phone broke her concentration. Furious, the drug queen answered the call with her free hand, "You better have a good reason for calling and better reason for why I didn't think to put my phone on vibrate!"

"Miss Xiao Long, I am sorry if this is a bad time, this is Alison..."

"Wait, the Chinese from the bar? Why didn't you say so sooner!? Now I can happily masturbate in this goddamn hanger, wanna join?"

"What?! No...look, Miss Yang, we are waiting at the bar, we have important news."

"Fuck yeah! I'll be there in a while, just gotta hail a cab, pick up my truck, and I'll see you in a while. You've got the contracts, right?"

The phone rang dead on the other end, further adding to Yang's frustration as she growled, "I'm gonna fuck that petite little Asian so hard, she won't know whether she can sit or stand to alleviate the pain!"

Yang pulled up beside the bar once again, her ride home anything but routine. She had to steal a Jeep and run over the owner before she could call the cops, and several more times just for good measure. Once she was back at the water tower where she left her truck, Yang torched the Jeep and left it behind as it exploded, rocking the ground and drawing screams from distant passers-by. Once inside the ratty bar, her ears were immediately greeted by the aging woman hollering at an even older, filthy man at the bar, "You sure as shit are one dumb, ignorant, white trash hillbilly, Wallis!"

The man rose his glass of scotch, proudly uttering, "You're damn right!"

Behind them was a madly dancing Ren and his humiliating wife, hand plastered over her face. She jumped as she heard Yang order, "Ren, spreadsheet, let's head outside and talk terms."

Alison forced her husband outside, Yang clapping her hands together and quickly bowing before saying, "Gentleman and honorable lady, I think I have proved that my organization can handle weight. And I think I've proved that my organization is a reliable supplier. In short, it's you and me. Now, give me some of that goddamn X, I want a good trip tonight!"

Yang's huge, toothy grin disappeared as Alison said, "I'm afraid we want to go down a different path."

"What?"

"We want to explore other opportunities."

"You're a big crazy woman! A big, crazy, busty woman...you want a massage?" Ren babbled on.

"Shut the fuck up!" Yang roared, pointing her finger in Ren's face.

"Our boss, an associate of Mr. Ren's, wants something a little larger. We want to move drugs, perhaps guns."

"This is my life's work. I mean, ever since I was a little girl, I dreamt big, huge things for my future. Y'know, I've always wanted to be an international drug dealer and...uh," Yang broke off, trying to fight back the tears, "a weapons trader. Alright, so I'm beggin' you, let's make this happen."

"I'm very sorry." Alison said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she looked at her feet.

"You're sorry, huh," Yang said in a calm tone before shoving Alison back and shouting, "You're fucking sorry? I just spill my fucking guts out to you and you just say to me you're sorry. Who are you working with? Hm, who?"

"I'm...not at liberty to tell you that."

"Oh, no, no, no, you're at fucking liberty, in fact, I'd say that you are obliged," Yang hissed, grabbing Ren by his head and slamming it into a wooden post, repeatedly shouting, "Who? Fucking, who, who who, who!?"

"The Arc sisters! Please, stop!"

Alison's words brought Yang's rampage to a complete stop, letting a whimpering Ren drop to the gravel, blood splattered against the wooden post and the back of Ren's head. The Arc sisters, huh," Yang roared, backing a fearful Alison into a corner, "Are you shitting me?"

"No, I swear!"

"Really, cause those fuckin' Arc sisters, I hear a little bird tellin' me they have a bit of a problem, since one of em is gonna have to be surgically removed from the skull of the other. Fuck you guys and fuck them!" Yang roared, storming to her truck and speeding off as Alison cradled her weeping husband.

Yang quickly dialed her phone as she sped around the lake, a belle voice answering with delighted surprise, "Yang Xiao Long."

"Joan Arc, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!"

"Yang, it's business!"

"That wide-eyed idiot was mine!"

"It's business, missy! You wanna discuss it, we're at the farm. Jaune, Jill, Jane, June, Jamie, Jackie, and Jolene-all of us."

"Start writing those names on tombstones, cause I'm on the way to your lab right now, and we're gonna see how much of a family crystal business you got when I'm done! Argh!"

Yang ended the call their, further ranting to herself, "They're dead, all of 'em, cousin-fuckin', inbred, hillbilly twats!"

Yang drove off the dirt road that led straight to the hillbilly house and pulled up to the top of the hill, spying on the group at work. One large woman with a mangy yellow mane in pigtails watched the horizon with binoculars, one bald woman shooting at bottles with a pistol, and another one identical to her pushing a barrel of crystal along. Yang exited her car and pulled out her sniper rifle, aiming down at the group of freaks, as she liked to call them. "How many siblings you got you inbred freaks?! I don't know how I'm gonna do it, but I'm gonna kill all of you, and torch your little lab!"

She watched through her scope as Joan, the only normal-looking girl of the bunch, poked her finger in Jaune's chest and order him into the house, the fearful man shambling inside before Joan and three men Yang didn't know disappeared into a box-shaped SUV, speeding off down the road. As soon as they were gone, Yang went to work, shooting the fat girl on the balcony in the head, pulverizing her head to mush. Still undetected, she fired down onto the girl doing target practice, blasting a large hole through her chest. Finally, she threw her aim at the clueless woman rolling the barrel, blasting the side of her head open and sending her corpse tumbling over the barrel. Fully angered, Yang threw her sniper into the back of her truck and readied her gauntlets before charging down the hill and up to the house, posting up against it. She peered up into the window just as it blew out in her face, a shotgun-toting skinny woman with a few patches of thinning blonde hair shouting, "Shit, she's here! Don't let her in the lab, Jaune!"

The woman was silenced by Yang pulling herself up into the window and throwing her fist in her direction, the bright round hitting her in the stomach and splattering her intestines against the opposite wall. Yang hosted herself through the window, rolling over to her feet, but was left unable to rise, a pistol to her temple from an immensely fat woman with hardly any teeth or brunette hair, a bra and thong barely able to contain Remnant's second moon. "Yer dead, ya dike bitch!"

"Hey, do you smell burgers?" Yang asked.

"Where?" the dumbfounded woman asked, turning her head to find some source of what her enemy was talking about.

She would not get the chance to fight back, Yang clocking her in the back of the head and opening the back of her skull like a flower. "Well, Jauney boy, it's just you, me, and one of your little sisters, you better hide nice and tight or else I'm gonna make your death slow and legendary!"

Yang advanced through the filthy, maze-like house, trying to find the stairs to the basement. "Who built this fucking place, cause I'm killing them too!"

Yang finally found the stairs and rounded the corner to get them, a sharp pain jutting in her belly. She looked down to find a large kitchen knife skewering her, half the blade in her stomach. She looked over, shock radiating through her face, to a smiling, bony woman, her teeth gray and rotten. "Oh, you're going to die sooooo painfully for that!"

Yang's eyes burned deeper red and her hair seemed to catch fire, the horrified woman releasing her grip on the knife and backing up slowly. Yang slowly slid the knife out of her body, the wound sealing shut instantly as she tossed it aside. The woman drew her pistol, her hands trembling as she said, "I'm warnin' you, stay back!"

Yang ignored her demands and charged at her, ramming her shoulder into her gut and propelling the woman into the counter spine-first, cracking a vertebra. The woman gasped in agony before Yang grabbed her arm holding the pistol, slamming her fist into her elbow and severing it in a rough mess, the woman now hollering in shock. Yang grew annoyed with it and hooked her in the jaw with the other fist, knocking her lower jaw completely off. Miraculously, the woman was alive, blood flowing from her permanently open mouth and a few gasps and gags escaping now and then. Not satisfied, Yang shoved her hand down the woman's gullet, fishing around for a while before ripping her bloody arm free, a lung in hand. "Goddammit, I suck at operation. But, you're a hell of a lot better at deep throating than I am. " she muttered, tossing the lung aside before delving back in.

In a few more moments, Yang's arm ripped free once more, a beating heart in her hand. The woman's gasps and erratic breathing had long since ceased, Yang looking her blank corpse in the face, the tongue hanging haggardly from the bottom of her open mouth. In one effortless squeeze, Yang flattened the heart, blood and cholesterol pouring from the arteries and vessels. Slowly, Yang made her way to the basement, a fearful Jaune pointing a shotgun at her, demanding, "Stay back, I'll shoot, especially after what you did...to my family...to Pyrrha!"

Yang continued her casual stroll down the stairs, her blank, crimson eyes not leaving Jaune's for a moment. "Stay out!"

Yang was at the other side of the table that separated her and Jaune, the barrel of his gun aimed directly at her head. In one sudden move, Yang grabbed the barrel of the gun and ripped it from Jaune's grasp, leaping over the table and planting both boots in Jaune's chest. The pitiful man went flying back into a large collection of glass test tubes and beakers, shattering them and collapsing to the floor, moaning in pain. He attempted to push himself him, but a sickening crack hit the air as Jaune writhed about on the floor, grasping his gnarled hand, blood and bone protruding out of it. Before he could do anymore, the butt of the shotgun came down again, hitting him square in the forehead, knocking him out-cold. Yang flung the shotgun aside and looked around the lab, noting the materials scattered about and the plastic tarp surrounding her, this place was a fire waiting to happen. That's when she found it, a red Jerry can underneath the table she leapt across, a malicious smile spreading across her face as she reached for it. After unscrewing and tossing the cape aside, Yang doused Jaune in the gasoline before trailing it across the floor, up the stairs, and through the home before leading it out a ways into the dirt driveway. "You fuckers brought this on yourselves. You stole the Chinese, crushed my dreams, and made me ruin a good masturbation session I had going on. Now, burn, you disrespectful pricks!"

Yang slammed her fist into a puddle of the gas, instantly igniting it as the flame burned a path into the house, down the stairs, and over the unconscious Jaune Arc. The crystal addict was woken up instantly, shrieking in agony and flailing about, sending bits of flame flying onto the table of elements. The flames burned him hotter and hotter until the room exploded, sending him flying back and crushing the back of his skull against the cement wall. Outside, Yang casually walked away from the exploding house, every level and room engulfed in flame. She slammed her truck door shut as she settled into the seat, resting her arm against the open window and looking down on the collapsing home, sighing with contentment.