Ruby was woken from her dismal afternoon nap by her phone ringing on the coffee table beside her. She shot up from her couch, revealing her blue jeans and gray, spaghetti strap shirt. She answered with a groaning, "What?"

"Wow, glad to see my Rose of sunshine is so cheery in the afternoon. Are you too plastered to drive or can you make it?" Roman quipped over the phone.

"Yeah, fuck you, I can drive, I just woke up from a nap. My day went to shit the moment I stepped in the door, not that you care."

"Well, you're right, Miss Rose, but we need you right now, at a warehouse of Dutch London in Banning. Get your ass here ASAP, and we've already contacted Yang, she's on her way."

"Great, you really know how to brighten my day, Roman. What's next, telling me your haircut isn't the result of telling your barber, 'I fucked your daughter'?"

Roman's end of the call rang dead, Ruby muttering, "Prick."

Ruby pulled up outside the warehouse, covered in sheet metal and graffiti, and took a flask out of her center console, getting out and downing a swig of its contents. She just managed to post up against he wall of the warehouse and took another swig before her sister's disappointed voice filled her ears, "You gotta quit that shit, sister."

"Yeah, I know." Ruby growled.

"I take crystal, mostly, and look at me. Boom! Best shape of my life"

"Yeah, sure, Yang."

"Okay, and beating and shooting anyone in your way gets that done too. I know I could still take you, sugartits."

"That's because you're fucking deranged, not because you're in good shape."

"Hey, why don't you stick to doing pushups so that bra of yours lives up to its title and feeling bad about yourself, hm?"

"Know what? Fuck you."

"You know, I'm beginning to think that's what you want to do." Yang rebutted, glaring at Ruby.

"Jesus, what's wrong with you," Ruby muttered, reflecting for a second on what she said before tucking the flask in her pocket, "I just fucking said that to my husband."

The two entered the warehouse and found a curving set of stares before them, snaking around the building's wall as Roman went on to one of his associates, "Did you see the look on his face when I popped him last time," Roman trailed off, spying the duo at the descending the stairs, "Ah, ladies, about time you showed up!"

"God, you're an asshole! You, I know you, but you, who the hell are you?" Yang shouted, pointing at the red-haired man beside Roman.

"Well, until I see another reason otherwise, why don't we just keep it that way," the red-haired, armored man replied, turning and asking, "Roman, bro, what a pleasure this was! Wow!"

The man jogged up the stairs, stopping and eying Yang before continuing, Yang turning and quipping, "You know, he looks like one of those kids you see in acne commercials trying to convince their parents it's just genes and not the loads they're taking to the face after their games."

"Hey, Cardin Winchester is a very good friend of mine, so why don't you watch your tongue?" Roman insisted.

"That's not what your husband said last night."

"Shut up, blondie. But, let me tell you, that kid gets more tail than a...uh..a tail catcher!" Roman laughed.

"I'll fuckin' remember that line." Yang said, turning and pointing at a smoking Ozpin, "You...where did we meet?"

"Nowhere, ma'am." Ozpin replied after exhaling the smoke from his lungs.

"Yeah we did."

"Hey, ho, what the fuck are we doing here, huh?" Ruby interjected.

"This." Roman declared, entering the room and forcing a shirtless, bound man ahead.

He was only able to utter, "Please...keep the slick bastard away from me."

"No, no, Wolverine, he's gone, he's gone. It's okay, I've got some new friends here for ya."

"This is Ruby and this..." Ozpin trailed off, pointing between the two, "this is Yang."

Yang angrily stared at the man as he was forced into a wooden chair, her gaze more than making him uncomfortable. "Now, our friend here claims he doesn't know anything." Ozpin began, Tukson pleading as Roman began to tapes his limbs to the chair.

"Please, I-I-I don't know an-anything, I swear!" Tukson pleaded.

"Oh yeah, the White Fang! You know, those guys you just left? Know anything about them, hm?" Roman asked, ripping another long strip of duct tape free.

"I sell books, that's it! I have stuff on the Faunus War, but that's all I have in ties to the White Fang, I swear!"

"You're a fucking spy," Roman concluded, taping Tukson down before moving to a table full of tools, showing each one off as he continued, "and those asswipes at the Agency already know this. So, what did you tell them and what did they tell you?"

Tukson only whimpered to himself, insisting his innocence. Finally, as Roman hooked as he said, "I told you everything, he's in a house on Rockford Hills. The guy who owns it, I don't know him, I just get him a bunch of books about the war and shit. That's it, I swear!"

"That's it?" Roman asked.

"That's it!"

"We're gonna make him speak, you and me, Yang. You two are gonna drive to Rockford Hills and we're gonna relay you the info you need to find the guy and put him down. 'Cause I'm tired of these fuckin' nitwits at the Agency taking all the glory."

Tukson only continued to beg as Roman handed a long, black case to Ruby, the girl nodding as she and Ozpin trotted up the stairs. Ruby stopped halfway, looking down and demanding, "What the fuck is all this?"

"A good time, my dear sister." Yang called out, playing with a hammer in the table.

The last words Ruby heard were Roman declaring, "You go to work and...uh...I'm not here."

"The guy's your neighbor, practically. Caesar's Place, Rockford Hills." Ozpin said as soon as they entered the outside and headed for car.

"You know, the more I see your boss, the more I like him." Ruby stated.

"If I was you, I wouldn't be so critical of who others associate with."

"So, is he going to be a problem?"

"Oh, for sure, but there's nothing we can do about it. If something happened to him right now, I'd be under the microscope. An electron microscope full of bureaucratic bullshit, and that would make it very difficult to keep old secrets just that."

"Oh, well, boohoohoohoohoo for you. You know who else is having trouble keeping secrets, asshole? Me. After you brought Yang into this."

"I only brought her in when you put out your own press release. 'Vasilias taking scores again'! The Vale Reboot. If we didn't control the situation, and she'd unearthed this connection, then what?"

"Then Yang flips out, beheads me, kills my family...or raises them as her own. God, I don't know which is worse at this point. Any of that could happen at any time."

"Slow down, let's think this through. How much does she know?"

"She knows I'm alive. She knows I've got money. And, now she knows I'm working with the FIB."

"Does she know how long you've been working with the FIB?"

"How long? The fuck does that matter?"

"Either you were working with us before the cash depot job, you know, where you walked your crew in on an ambush, one spent ten years on the run, and the other is locked up in a Federal penitentiary..."

"Or?"

"Or we stumbled on the cash depot job, Velvet went down, you went down, and Yang got away. The FIB cut you a deal in your sick bed, faked your death, and you end up here."

"Who's to say which of those is true?"

"That there's any doubt probably accounts for you being alive."

"Oh yeah? Well, back there, Yang made you out right away. The second she saw you."

"You remember, after the bust, I was in all the papers. I was on the evening news. 'The man who killed Ruby Vasilias'."

"Yeah, I was quite a trophy, a good head to hang on your wall."

"Back then, sure. But not now."

The two pulled up beside a gated mansion, a pair of cameras and audio equipment filming two angry women. "Whoa, this can't be right! They're still filming The Real Cunts of Suburbia. They have been for the last few weeks." Ruby insisted.

"Oh, shit! Well, we're going to have to give Roman a call," Ozpin sighed, putting his phone to his ear before saying, "Roman, this is the wrong house. There isn't a guy to be seen here, all women."

"Okay, okay, okay, are you sure you don't want to ice them just to be safe?" Roman inquired.

"If we're silencing anybody, it's the right guy. Get me the right address," Ozpin demanded, hanging up and turning to Ruby, "Hey, wanna grab a coffee?"

"You hear that, Yang? Do your worst so we can get some goddamn answers." Roman ordered, placing his phone in his pocket.

"With pleasure." Yang declared, brandishing a pair of jumper cables.

Yang strolled over to Tukson, striking the metal together for a series of sparks to jump off before Tukson, the faunus pleading, "Please, I'll tell you whatever you want, just tell me what to say!"

"That doesn't seem like an address to me. Does it seem like on to you, Roman?"

"Nope, better shock the answer out of him."

Before Tukson could get in another word, Yang clasped the cables to both of his nipples, the man convulsing and spouting off gibberish instantly. Tukson's eyes rolled into the back of his head, smoke began to rise from the hair burning on his chest, his own flesh beginning to roast until the heart monitor began to beep, Roman calling Yang off, "Alright, that's good, he'll talk now."

Roman got down on a knee before a lurched over Tukson, Yang commenting, "Ew, he went and pissed himself."

"Hey, Tukson, you in there? Good. I need the address of a man we only know as the White Fang Lieutenant, capiche? Or would you rather have another round with the lovely Miss Xiao Long?" Roman asked.

"Wait, a Lieutenant? Why didn't you just say so?! I deliver basically all of my Faunus War and White Fang stuff directly to him, it's like 90% of my revenue! He lives in Chumash, off on the Western Highway!"

"Wait, you didn't ask him first?" Yang scowled.

"Yo, not important right now, we got what we need." Roman answered, dialing his phone.

Ozpin and Ruby sat across from one another at an outdoor cafe, Ozpin sucking down the last of his coffee from his mug before his phone rang on the table. The officer snatched it off the table, answering it, nodding and giving some uh-huhs before saying to Ruby, "Our guy is out in Chumash on the Western Highway. You're driving. Remember, terror doesn't take coffee breaks."

"Yeah, whatever, dickhead." Ruby replied, heading for her car.

Ruby started the car and zipped down the road, the GPS dictating they were under a mile and a half away, the driver breaking the silence, "So, how are Roman and Yang getting along?"

"Well, it seems like a productive relationship."

"Well, like I said, she's got her uses."

"And, as you can see, we're trying to take full advantage of them."

"Then what? What about me? What about Yang?"

"Then, for you too, this thing with the Agency gets put to rest and we don't need you anymore. What about Yang?"

"I need some resolution, Ozzy. You let her walk. You said you'd clean the whole thing up back in Atlas."

"And you told me it'd be a clean job, no casualties. There were more eyes on that kingdom than there needed to be."

"Yeah, well, according to my eyes, Yang's your problem now, Ozzy. Every bit as much as she is mine."

"She's not a problem at all, we've been monitoring her. Has she said anything about Velvet?"

"Fuck yeah, she has. Plenty. I just keep changing the subject. Hell, she actually thinks you might commute Velvet's sentence when this is over."

"That's good. Fine work. We'll send another letter, it's about time, anyway."

"Oh, so that's been you sending those fucking letters to Yang, huh?"

"Yeah, she thinks they're from Velvet...who she thinks is locked up in high security, and not, well, not six feet under in a grave marked Ruby Vasilias. Beside, the trainees write it, it's good exercise."

"What the fuck? How'd that get started?"

"Long story short, a letter came from a Vale address asking for Velvet. We found out it was her and we've been writing ever since. We didn't tell you for security reasons. How would you feel if you knew she was in the same state as you?"

"Yeah, thanks for telling me, Ozzy. She's a fucking time bomb and you know it."

The two pulled up beside an ice cream shop beside the ocean, the sun setting over it and setting off a cascade of beautiful oranges, blues, reds, and pinks. Ozpin and Ruby exited the car, briefcase in hand, and crept up a hill and settled on a rocky bluff, looking across the highway at sub-district of beach houses. Ruby unsnapped the case and began to assemble the sniper rifle, calling out to Ozpin over her shoulder, "We need a description of the target."

"I'm already on it." Ozpin answered, his phone in his ear.

"Uh...yeah...we'll get on it. Well, Mister Tukson, today is your lucky day. We need to know what our target looks like, so, let him have it, Yang." Roman growled, his tone lightening as he turned to Yang.

Yang only scowled in response, stating, "I'm not doing a goddamn thing to him unless he doesn't talk. Let me ask questions."

"Alright, fine, go ahead. Waste your time. We already asked everything."

"No you didn't! All you did was rip my shirt off and beat me!" Tukson interjected.

"Why you miserable little animal shitstain!" Roman roared, bringing his cane up to strike Tukson.

Tukson closed his eyes and tensed up, anticipating the blow. Roman's assault was stopped by Yang grabbing his cane, ripping it from his grasp and tossing it aside as she coldly said, "Either you stay the fuck away from him or I'm going to break your back. Got it, asshole?"

The two stood in each other's faces, nostrils flaring as the angrily vented their air. Finally, Roman backed down, walking past Yang and bumping shoulders before she knelt down before Tukson, the faunus whispering, "Thank you, thank you so much!"

"Don't mention it. Now, please, tell me what this guy looks like. Don't leave out a single detail or else I may have to do what that red asshat says, got it?"

"Yes, I understand! The guy where a mask that covers his whole face, you can't see his mouth like the other masks. He's got a tribal tattoo on his left arm, oh, and he might be carrying around a giant chainsaw, sword, thing."

"There, was that so hard, Roman? Mask that covers his whole face, tribal tattoo on the left arm, and a giant chainsword."

"Well, I'll give them a call then."

Just as darkness overtook Vale, Ozpin's phone vibrated in his pocket, the traffic below drowning out its ringtone. After a few one word answers, Ozpin turned to Ruby, both prone and overlooking the house through the sniper, and relayed her the information, "He's got a mask that covers his whole face, tattoo on the left arm, and might be carrying a giant chain-sword, whatever the hell that is."

Ruby look aim through the silenced rifle, searching the lower level to find no one meeting that description. She checked the upper level. Again, no luck. She checked the balcony adjacent to the upstairs. She found a towering, black-haired man leaning against the railing of the outdoor platform, left arm perched and revealing the tattoo looping around it. What was visible of his face was covered by a white mask, no mouth visible like all the others. And, low and behold, a giant chainsaw-sword hybrid slung over his other shoulder, the tall man talking down to an intrigued woman with dog ears atop her head. "Jackpot." Ruby whispered, squeezing the trigger.

The shot silently rang out, the Lieutenant's brains blasting out his right temple with the majority of his skull, the woman shrieking in terror as the party turned to a stampede of panic. "Well, did you get the right guy?" Ozpin asked.'

"Hell yeah, got his description down to the fucking balls."

"Good enough for me. I'll call Roman."

Yang was greeted by a cheering Roman, the man in the hat shouting, "Fuck yeah, we got him! Pay bump, here we come, I'm more set than I was before!"

"Alright, we got our guy, what do we do with...with..." Yang stammered.

"Tukson." he replied.

"Tukson, what do we do with Tukson?"

"We terminate him. He's of no use to us and he knows everything."

"What?! No, please, for the love of God, I won't say anything, I swear!" Tukson begged.

"Sorry, but you know too much as is about this whole thing, you were expendable and now you're spent. Care to do the honors, Yang?"

Yang looked back and forth between the sobbing faunus and bowing, cheerful agent. Her disgust boiling over, Yang brought her hand back and slapped Roman across the face, sending the man sprawling onto his back. She grabbed him by his collar and hoisted him off his feet, slamming him against the concrete wall and shouted, "Listen here, asshole, I'm not laying a finger on that man, got it?! I'm not letting you touch him either, he's going to walk out of here a free man and, so help me God, if I see anything happen to him, I know you did it. And I'll come for you, I'll find you, and I'll stick my gauntlets so far up your ass I'll be giving you a lobotomy, got it!?"

The petrified agent only held up his hands and nodded in agreement, Yang's eyes further turning red as she continued, "And don't expect me to be apart of this shit anymore. I'm done with you government assholes. If Ruby's too fucking stupid to leave, fine by me, have fun with that little witch. But don't even try to call me or I'm shoving that phone down your fucking throat if you do! I'm done here, good fucking night!"

Yang flung Roman aside, the Agent scampering to his feet and running for his cane, collecting it before heading for the stairs. Yang began to untie Tukson as Roman called out, "Seeing as we're no longer in business together and anything we had has soured, let me add to that laundry list of issues."

Yang could only watch as a bright round came screaming out of the tip of Roman's cane, striking Tukson in the back of the skull, burrowing in. The man's screams became more hysterical and hellish as his eyes began to glow, smoker radiating from his eyes, nose and mouth before his skull erupted in fire. Finally, his head exploded all together, Yang looking on in shock through the whole spectacle, Roman shouting once more, "Farewell, Yang, I doubt we'll ever meet again."

Yang went charging up the stairs for the agent, Roman ducking outside and sprinting to his black SUV. His tires squealed as he went screaming out of the lot, Yang emerging from the torture chamber and screaming, "I'll fucking find you, Roman! And when I do, you're gonna fucking wish you were never more! I'm gonna make sure the Hell I send you to seems like Heaven after I get done with you!"