Whew, here we are again and here we go. This story is growing, which is just dandy and enjoyable. It seems like the last chapter earned this story a few new followers, and for that, I greet you all a warm welcome. I'm glad this kinda crack idea of a story has been able to attract some people. Not as much as my other stories, which all have at least a hundred or more followers, but hey, the numbers aren't what matters.

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Destiny Fated Black

Chapter 10

Things only got worse than here, let me tell ya. My luck didn't get any better… Like, at all.

His next target was Roman Torchwick. Old friend, teammate, and once upon a time, partner. The thought of Cinder sending him after him did make him feel mildly uncomfortable, it wasn't like Roman was one of the people who helped turn him into who he was today. He made that choice on his own, and after Glenn, losing half their team all because of a council order, Marcus didn't blame his old partner for leaving Beacon. They never left on harsh terms, but ever since that letter, they haven't spoken to each other for almost two decades. Thought about maybe, but nothing close to what they were doing now.

He was conflicted, that much was obvious. He didn't like Torchwick, any friendly feelings he might have felt between the two of them drifted away with the time they spent away from each other. Marcus as the assassin, and Roman as the mastermind criminal. But that didn't mean that he hated him either. Sure, the ginger prick could be an obnoxious asshole sticking his nose in everything and may be working with Cinder on top of that. Or rather, under her. He was still a remnant of his past, a time of better days when his team was still alive and he was much less a monster that he was today.

"This will be your most difficult task yet," Cinder told him. "However, I still expect you to come out on top and push through, as you have been these past couple of weeks. I implore you to impress me…" He was able to read the hidden threat between the lines. Cinder already proved to him that she could and would be able to defeat him in a battle one on one. As long as she used her maiden powers, Marcus didn't stand much of a chance unless he was at full strength and caught her off guard. Despite his skills, he wasn't a front liner. His choice of a knife and pistol as his primary weapons along with his semblance made him more oriented toward human opponents, but those weapons could only do so much against a maiden. Over a year ago Amber proved that to him. If you wanted to deal with a maiden, you needed to get up close and personal and drain their aura.

It went without saying that if one got too close to fire, they would get burned. Which made him wonder. Compared to Cinder now, despite only having half of the maiden powers, she really was pathetically weak. Yet she still almost killed all three of them. If Amber had the same skills Cinder did, they would have all died. Which just went to show how much of a monster Cinder really was in battle.

But still, Roman? For once, Marcus didn't know how he was going to handle that. Also for once, he actually wouldn't have minded for Emerald to be around so she could distract him from all of these inner thoughts he's been having ever since Cinder gave him his next 'task'. For all he could know, this might just be another one of her stupid tests. Most likely it wasn't, Cinder wasn't stupid, if she pushed him too hard she knew that he would soon push back. With that logic, Roman should be an actual task, but also a final test of sorts hidden within that.

Cinder made a mistake however, she made it clear that she not only needs Marcus on her side but wants him by her side. Despite her silver tongue, Marcus had one — albeit not as shiny — of his own, and an understanding of deciphering a hidden meaning within one's words. It seemed like saving her life back then was really coming in to save his own down the line. She wanted him to be loyal to her.

And Roman wasn't loyal to Cinder, not in the slightest. And despite being a bit of a pipsqueak in a fight himself, at least compared to actual seasoned huntsman, he had a powerful mind and knew how to use it. In the deeper ends of his mind, Marcus wondered if he could use that to his advantage. See if he and Roman could team up for old time's sake and get out of this situation themselves. If the world was perfect, then that could be something that happened. Remnant wasn't a perfect world of it, and just as it said in its name, it was just a remnant after all. There was a reason it was named that way.

So, the hidden thought of teaming up with Roman died an ugly death in the deepest depths of his mind, and wasn't going to be seeing any light again anytime soon. Which meant he needed to look at his old partner and try and figure out what has been going through his mind recently.

Marcus groaned and paced around his room in thought, as he has been doing for what felt like hours ever since that talk with Cinder a while ago. One thing was for sure, Roman was still Roman, his personality was practically the same, except for maybe a few more darker traits because of the kind of life he has been living for nearly twenty years. So that was something that could help him in the long run. But there was one thing that worried Marcus.

Neo. One of the very few amount of assassins that were actually able to get dismissed from the organization without getting a hit on their head. Not even he was able to manage that, but being a Black, that was nearly impossible for him anyway. He's worked with Neo before, and she was dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. She was on par with him in skill and strength, possibly stronger. And her size and young look really hides all of that. They weren't friends, and her hostility toward him was obvious since she knew about him and his track record with people who ended up becoming close to him. If they were to come to blows, Marcus felt like unless she made a mistake, he would have to steal her semblance away in order to beat her, and that was much easier said than done since Neo kept most of her skin covered. His semblance needed skin to skin contact in order for it to work, which was why his gloves exposed his fingers and palms. The only patches of skin he was able to see on Neo was her face, chest and her hips. All of which were easily defendable. Being as flexible and quick as she was, with her semblance on top of that, if she didn't want you to touch her, you would find out you had a hole in your neck before you realized that she was already out of the room.

In other words, Roman found himself a valuable and powerful ally. He didn't know how he managed to snag up Neo, but he was more concerned with Neo than he was with him in all honesty. If something happened to Roman, then Neo would go ape shit and blame Cinder, and by extension him, and go after them in a bloodlust. The same worked in reverse as well. If something happened to Neo, any chance of getting Roman to become loyal to anyone would be nothing but a hopeless dream.

"How the hell am I going to do this?" Marcus asked himself quietly as he flipped his scroll in his hands every few seconds. Wondering if he should call Roman and get started right away, or if he was better off destroying the device just in case it had some kind of tracker on it.

He was going to play along for now and see what he can do with Roman. Hurting or killing him wasn't an option, not only because of Neo but because of Cinder explicitly stating that Roman is to be kept alive because he was needed for their plans. So, the easiest way of getting rid of him was out of the way immediately.

Which meant that Roman would have to be handled the boring way. Which again made him wonder how exactly he was going to go about this the nonlethal way.

Well... there was that SDC freighter raid that he has been hearing about from the White Fang skulking about the abandoned warehouse that Cinder and he had been holding up in. Wasn't there?

Yes, now he remembered. Marcus laughed and nodded his head as he came up with the beginnings of a plan. First things first, he needed to earn Roman's trust again. He's had it once before, and if he could get passed the memories that haunt his mind every time the criminal is near him than it was something he was sure could be done. They lost their team together after all, and if it weren't for Roman Marcus would have died in those tunnels along with their team. It was plausible, and Torchwick has always been a reasonable person. They both have Cinder to complain about after all.

His hand made its way to his scroll's contacts, and he thumbed the profile listed simply as 'Rom'. The old nickname that he used to call him in their second or third year of Beacon. The scroll rung for only three seconds.

"Marky, my man, you remembered my number even after all this time?" Roman asked him in that memorable teasing tone that rolled off of his tongue so easily.

"I never removed you from my contact list." Marcus pointed out. This was his old scroll after all, and every time he lost one he was able to transfer the data along to a new one with the computer skills he picked up during his time as an assassin. In fact, he was more surprised that Roman actually kept this old number in the first place.

"Awe, and here I thought I was always special to you," The man said sarcastically before chuckling. "What's up, got something to say? You've never been the type to call first."

"Cinder decided that you might need some more muscle for this raid on an incoming Schnee ship inbound for the western Valean harbor," Marcus lied easily. "I got nothing else going on right now and Grassy hair is sorta stuck in Beacon for the moment."

"Oh really?" Roman feigned an excited tone, Marcus was able to tell with the way his eyes sparkled in the screen. "Heh, it'll be just like old times. We always did have a knack for getting things done on our own, didn't we?"

"We did," Marcus allowed, suppressing the painful memories of his past.

"H-Hey there, s-snow t-t-top," Summer very nervously and awkwardly greeted him with a just as emotional smile for the first time.

Marcus stomped down on that memory with a low growl. Roman raised an eyebrow at the sight. "You alright there buddy?" He asked.

"I'm fine," Marcus lied, not so easily this time around. "Tell me where to meet you, we can talk more in person. Safer that way."

Roman didn't look like he bought that at all, but he was willing to let it go for the moment. "I'm actually about to be on my way there now." He said. "I might actually have some use for you, these White Fang guys seem to paint you as some sort of boogeyman or some shit, there a story behind that?"

"Their leader hired me to kill a Schnee or two," Marcus said easily.

"Cute. Anyway, you being present might just make the animals a little more useful. They'll see that snow colored hair of yours and kick it into overdrive," Roman laughed when Marcus rolled his eyes. "I'll send you the address now, see you soon partner."

The scroll call ended with a click and seconds later Roman shared his current location with him. Marcus looked at it and immediately knew where it was. He nodded his head and stuffed the device back into his pocket. He then grabbed his gloves and made sure the leather armour padding stitched onto the shoulders of his shirt were comfortable on him. Next was his knife and gun, along with some ammo. He was already dressed, so he got ready quickly.

When he left the room, he was just barely outside of the warehouse when he came to a stop, sensing someone watching him.

"Keeping an eye on me now?" Marcus called out into the darkness behind him without even turning around.

"Hm, seems your senses haven't dulled with age." Cinder teased as she revealed herself, sauntering out of the warehouse with her red dress shining in the lowering sunlight. "But to answer your question, I simply found myself curious as to why you are suddenly leaving this building so soon after your last mission. Even you need your rest, after all."

Although he still was a little sore after the other night's ambush, courtesy of Qrow and Vale's special police force. Marcus sustained little to no actual damage to his body. He wasn't surprised that Cinder wasn't concerned for Emerald at all, despite her being the one who gets her ass handed to her and bloodied up. Then again, she didn't need to be. Emerald was brought to an infirmary, and unlike the faux medics the White Fang provides for them rarely, the doctors and nurses over there are going to have her back and at it in no time.

"I'm getting started on that next task you gave me," Marcus said, seeing no reason to lie and potentially get himself in trouble. "I'm headed for Roman."

"So soon?" Cinder looked surprised that he actually told her the truth, but she stomped down on any features that could be shown through her expression. Marcus held her gaze, telling her with his eyes as well that what he just said was in fact truthful. "Well then, I assume you have a plan in mind for your old friend?"

"Something like that," Marcus shrugged, half turning to face her. "He said he is going to be headed there pretty soon, so I should be getting a move on."

"Spare another moment for me if you could," Cinder said, suddenly in front of him by the time he turned around. Marcus felt an uncomfortable feeling within his lungs as he met her eye's stare. "Tell me, darling," she said that word with blankness that had Marcus inching his hand toward his weapon out of pure habit. "What kind of plan do you have in mind for our dear Roman? You should know even better than I that he isn't one to be playing games with. I certainly hope you know what you are doing."

Marcus forced himself to relax and kept his demeanor as such as well so that he could explain himself properly. "Roman is smart, really smart. A lot smarter than he is strong. But, there is one weakness that I think only I can exploit; his fondness of his teammates."

Cinder's glare softened, and she crossed her arms. Silently telling him to continue.

And so he did. "You know the story already, we're the only ones left from the old team. I am going to use that against him, and see what I can do." Lies mixed with truths and stirred up together. It was the best way to confuse or manipulate a person. Sometimes both as well.

Cinder bought it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief through his nose.

"I wish you luck then," She said, sauntering up to him, then passed him. As she always did, she traced a finger against his chin, and then went all the way down his neck and across his shoulder until she was too far to reach him comfortably. "Also, remember our little agreement from before. After this raid is settled, our Queen demands you make an audience with her."

"Yeah, sure." Marcus nodded as he walked forward, not even sparing Cinder a second glance as he kept himself moving forward. He knew Cinder was watching him the whole time, but this time he knew it wasn't out of distrust. Well, it was definitely partly out of distrust, but also out of curiosity and maybe the tiniest amount of concern as well. That was amusing, to say the least.

If Cinder didn't use those emotions, then she would have been a lot more dangerous than she is now. Marcus would know. Once he cast his aside, he became a full-time assassin, and the rest is history.

Now, however, it was time to face some of that history, and to dig up some of those long-forgotten emotions.

Getting to the address that Roman sent him in a message wasn't too difficult. Since it wasn't too late in the night just yet, just around a quarter to eleven, there were still a few people out and about there were some moments where some of those people got a good look at his nice and unique head of white hair. Most didn't care to say anything about it, and he only got looks. Nothing to worry about so far. The average bystander of Vale must have been caught up on the news, and a description of his appearance had to have been made public at this point. That didn't exactly mean that when they actually saw the guy that was wanted by the headmaster of Beacon himself they would actually go and report him. All the stupid what if's going through their heads made them ignorant to the threat he posed. Fools, all of them.

It turned out Roman's little hideout wasn't much of a hideout at all. It was a coffee shop on the outside, and on the inside there were people lounging about and talking. An everyday normal thing to see, something that wouldn't arouse suspicion. At least that would have been the case if Roman himself wasn't just walking around like he owned the place, and to be honest, he probably did. Well, people always did say that the best hiding spot was the one in plain sight, it worked well for him so far. Why stop?

Marcus walked in without knocking or drawing any attention. The men within the 'shop' looked up and looked at him, acknowledged him, looked away, and then looked back up at him again with wide eyes. The men in this shop were a mixed group of Roman's men and some members of the White Fang who didn't mind sharing a drink with a human. They looked at him with shock on their faces, like they just watched a ghost suddenly appear in the middle of the shop.

He scoffed and walked past them, stopping only when he saw one of them actually relax. "Where's Torchwick?" He asked the young woman dawning a mask of the White Fang. "And do no lie to me, I just saw him scampering around from outside."

"I-In the back," The young girl answered him obediently.

"Good girl," Marcus stepped past and pat the faunus on the head, he felt her flinch as he did so, but paid it no mind. "Don't mind me, just hear to make sure you guys don't muck things up and help out. General goodie two shoes is I." He said sarcastically, sensing their fear. Idiots. If he was there to kill them, he wouldn't have literally walked in through the front door like a moron.

He stopped not ten feet away from the back door when he saw a flicker of reality shine in front of him. He waited for that flicker to burst into a full-blown human as Neo stepped out of her little pocket dimension and walked up to him until they were practically nose to nose. Well, as nose to nose you could get while being under five feet tall. Her stone-cold death glare made up for her diminutive stature, however. Her mismatched eyes shifted to an angry color of pure white, the same as his hair. With the small time Marcus has spent working with the girl, he knows that when those eyes are white, she is completely serious.

Her glare asked him what he was really doing there. Marcus smirked down at the small woman and maintained a confident look. The younger generations of assassins really had a prodigy among them, she still didn't look a day out of her teens.

Marcus raised his hands and made wild gestures to them. Well, it was wild gestures to everyone else that was around them, but to Neo, she understood each and every letter in every word he said to her in sign language. He continued to smile the entire time all the way until he put his hands away and into his pockets. A sign to Neo that he wasn't there to cause any trouble. He sorta needed his hands to use his most dangerous weapon after all, his semblance stealing semblance. She stepped back once, eyeing him up and down, and then twirled her umbrella as she circled him in a radius of about one foot. Looking at every nook and cranny of his body.

"If you're looking for a weapon, you're going to find a few." Marcus sighed. "Kinda an ex-master assassin here, you know."

Neo grinned and shrugged her shoulders. Telling him that she wanted to make sure just in case. Then she stepped back once more and drew the sword out of her umbrella. Marcus sighed and readied a stance, and drew a knife of his own.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Roman came out yelling, placing both hands on Neo's shoulders and turning her away before two ex-master assassins came to enter a death battle. "None of that Neo, I'm the one who called him here myself you know."

Neo gasped and pouted at him.

"I didn't tell you because you weren't around to tell in the first place." Roman pointed out with a roll of his eyes. "Anyway, Marcus!" He exclaimed, rounding up on the white-haired man and grabbing his hand to shake it vigorously. "Good to see ya man, how are the kids? Wife?"

"Both dead," Marcus answered coldly.

"Oh… my condolences." That, at least earned a grimace of sympathy from the huntsman turned thief. Marcus had a feeling that it would have been much different if Roman knew that he was responsible for his son's death. Being the one lunging the knife into his own son's heart himself. When said outright, it didn't paint a happy picture whatsoever.

"Well then, moving on," Roman cleared his throat. "Everyone! This here is Marcus Black. Yes, that's right, that Marcus Black. The boogeyman himself," He continued his announcement to his men. "He's here to help us with our little field trip to the harbor, and you are all to treat him like he is me, or like Neo. He's as dangerous as she is anyway." He scoffed.

"Yes, sir," Most of the men and women parroted.

Marcus smirked out how enthusiastic they sounded. Which was just about as much as you could expect.

"Good. Now, we'll be leaving in a few minutes. So everyone get your dicks out of each others asses and let's get a move on!" Without question, or even a come back to Roman's insult, all of his men and the White Fang stood up and ran passed them and through the back door. Marcus backed up to let them through, and raised an eyebrow at the fact that they ran to the back instead of the front, where the exit of the faux coffee shop was.

"Come with me partner," Roman called to him as he started moving, Neo close by his side and keeping an eye on him as he did so. "Let's have a walk and talk, for good ol' times sake."

"Sure," Marcus replied half-heartedly. Going through the double doors and felt impressed by the entire secret little operation going on. There was a massive garage that must have made up most of the building itself, with many vehicles, Bullheads, and even a strange mech suit of sorts dotted around the garage in three or four places. No wonder Roman was so powerful. Just one man had all this influence and power. He wondered what would have happened had Cinder not caught him at all.

"Impressed?" Roman snickered, catching a glance of his barely surprised face. "Yup, this kind of shit is possible when you're smart enough to control the entire criminal underground. With those guys, you and little Em convinced to work with us, I am practically the king of Vale! Heh, now this place if truly a kingdom."

"You've been busy." Marcus shrugged. "I didn't expect anything less from you."

"Charmed," Roman snickered, then turned to him suddenly. "Listen here Marcus, we're pals, old friends, we have history, and we have sorta similar upbringings. So I am going to be straight up with you and get straight to the point."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Marcus replied.

"Heh," Roman shut his eyes and took off his hat. "You didn't change that much, you know that?" He didn't reply. "But, it's been nearly twenty years man. Things changed between you and me. You became a master assassin and huntsman killer, and I became a criminal mastermind and huntsman fooler. Thing is, as much as I would like to get back that friendship we once had, I don't know if I can trust you anymore." Marcus tensed, but didn't show it. He knew the reason for it anyway, but Roman seemed keen to explain the reason why anyway. "I am sure you know why. Cinder came and mucked all of my plans up almost a year ago. She was a real terror, fire powers and everything. Nearly killed Neo one time." Neo tensed up at what had to be a painful memory. Marcus suddenly felt all the burn marks he sustained from that battle, and could sympathize with the girl. "It's why we don't try and fight back against her anymore, because if she could take on Neo without a sweat, who could beat her? I see you tried once," He poked his collar bone, where the shirt ended there was a dark mark there where Cinder had burned him during their little 'sparring match'. Marcus didn't even flinch back, there was no use hiding it.

"So, you can't even beat her either," Roman said with a rueful grin. "To make it short, I just can't completely trust you to be by my side right now. Now, I'm not saying that I am not going to let you come to the docks with us, but as a catch, Neo here is coming with me." Neo grinned and nodded her head. "Just in case things get a little hairy, she'll come pick us up. You understand, don't you?"

"Of course," Marcus said easily. "I would have become suspicious of you if you instantly started trusting and acting all friends around me right away anyway."

"Great!" Roman got close to him and draped an arm over his shoulders. "We'll have a great time working together then, great you have you back again partner."

"Yeah, yeah," Marcus pushed Roman's hand off of him and claimed a vehicle for his own. When the time came, he would drive himself there. He didn't trust any of those idiots to keep their eyes on the road if he was in any of their cars. Roman waved at him through the windshield, and then Neo decided to make herself comfortable in the passenger seat beside him, the glass shards still falling around her even as she safely put on the seat belt, smirking at him the entire time.

Great, she was going to be sticking close to him too. That wasn't going to get annoying at all, or make things any less difficult. Marcus sighed and waited until it was time to move, which shouldn't be much longer from now.

"Blake! Blake!"

"Blake, where are you!?"

"It's almost midnight, come out of hiding already!"

Ruby, Yang, and Weiss were much more worried this time around. It was nearly midnight, and since a few days ago Blake hasn't thought to even send them a message or anything of the sort. Her presence was a mystery, and she left no clues behind as to where she could possibly be hiding. Over time, the rest of her team became more frantic and panicked. Not even Penny knew what to say, the girl they had ran into by chance when Weiss wanted to see the other students come in through the ships at the docks.

"Where could she be?" Was the question of the year. Ruby shook with fear as she wondered what her teammate could have been doing, and irrationally felt that as the leader she was the one to blame for her running away. She should have said something, anything! She didn't care that Blake was a faunus or that she used to be part of the White Fang. What matters is what she's become now, and what she's become is her friend!

"We'll find her Ruby," Yang assured her, wrapping an arm around her little sister's shoulder as a way to calm her down. It worked a little bit, but she could still Ruby was still shaken.

Weiss even calmed down when she noticed that, she has never seen Ruby so panicked before, it was much worse than it was earlier yesterday morning. It was like some kind of switch was pulled. Ruby wasn't the exciteable little obnoxious girl that Weiss has come to be fond of at the moment. She didn't know what to say to make it better. Friends weren't something she was entirely adept in.

Yang tried, oh she tried. They all knew what the problem was, Ruby was afraid that somehow by chance the man that her uncle couldn't defeat was going to find Blake and hurt her. It made it worse that despite them saying that the chances are way too slim for it to come to pass, their leader still felt the worst of it.

"Come on, let's go." Her suddenly older leader said as she stepped out of Yang's hold. "It's Saturday, so we can look through the night. Maybe she is sleeping during the day to throw us off."

They knew that most likely wasn't the case. But they weren't going to deny Ruby's order. If she wanted to look until the sun rose into the sky again, then she wasn't going to be doing it alone. Especially with what must be going through her head right now, they were afraid that she would do something stupid. In both the cases that they found Blake or didn't find Blake.

"This is the place?" Marcus asked as he stepped out of the vehicle, Roman stepping out of one of the passenger seats behind him as Neo simply teleported out of it simply because she could. The question would have seemed to be worthy of an obvious answer, but Neo decided it would be fun to mislead him by directing him to the incorrect part of the docks, three times. This time, he didn't trust her and followed the other vehicles. Even when he saw Bullheads quietly settle down on the docks, he still had to make sure.

"Yep, we're here now," Roman said with a laugh, knowing all too well what Neo was putting his old partner through earlier. "Sorry for Neo, she is just a little protective of me."

"You think?" Marcus asked as if it should have been obvious. He looked to Neo, who simply huffed silently and flicked her chin away from him with a pout. He wasn't about to get any apologies from her anytime soon. "Does she know about our history?"

"She does," Roman said, nodding his head. "Still doesn't trust you, as you would have noticed by now. Even knowing that you probably might now hurt me, she still wants to make sure. Don't take it personally, she's like that with everyone."

Only that Neo also knew that he was a master assassin and knew hundreds of ways to kill a person on top of that. Yeah, it was little wonder why she would be cautious around him. Marcus even felt stupid to have asked the question.

"Right," He said, moving on. "What's next then, help store all the dust?"

"Haha, no, you and I are too smart to be lowered to something like grunt work," Roman said as he twirled his cane. "Nah, we're here to make sure they don't blow themselves up loading the shit while looking out for any signs of trouble. Since you and Neo are here though, you two are going to be the ones to deal with any of that trouble."

"Of course," Marcus sighed, already prepared to end a life or two this night. Despite the compliments, he knew that he would probably make the people working for Roman here all the more nervous. Probably also the real reason why Roman doesn't want him around them. He understood that much at least, he wasn't a totally unreasonable person.

"So, you two sit up there or something," Roman pointed up to the top of a group of storage containers, where the highest part was probably twenty-thirty feet off of the ground, giving them a birds-eye view of the entire docks practically. "And I'll deal with the rest. If all goes well, you'll be bored up there."

"Sounds like a plan," Marcus turned to Neo with a smirk.

Looks like we're going to be working together again. He signed to her.

Neo replied by scoffing and fading away, appearing again at the top of the containers while patting the empty spot next to her. Marcus rolled his eyes and started climbing the old fashioned way up the ladders on the sides of each of the containers, taking his time to make sure he wasn't going to slip or anything. That would certainly be an interesting way for his story to end if he did just fall to his death right here. Once he made it to the top, he sat next to Neo, but an arms-length apart from her. They were both content with being near each other at least.

Time passed for what felt like an hour, when in reality it was just about half of one. Neo gave up on watching and was now playing a game on her scroll, getting really invested in it as she even held a focused expression with her tongue poking out of her mouth through the corner. Marcus kept his gaze entirely on what was happening around him. The White Fang were idiots, as always, but Roman's men seemed to actually have a head on their shoulders. Handling the dust safely and marking each of the containers that had just the perfect amount of dust within them. If things did go south, Marcus knew who to keep more of his attention on.

After an actual hour passed by, it was about one in the morning and the shattered moon was shining bright in the sky. Neo threw a crumb into Marcus' face and pointed in a specific direction. Marcus narrowed his eyes at her before looking in that direction, and then snickered when he noticed what she was referring too.

There was a pair of teenagers sneaking in, but not just any ordinary teenagers. Ordinary teenagers didn't have weapons on them, most of the time, anyway. There was a black-haired girl with a bow of the same color sneaking around with a blonde boy, who was much more noticeable than she was following close by. Two huntsmen in training. They climbed on top of one of the nearby buildings and laid prone on top of it. Invisible to the White Fang they were above us, but stuck out like a sore thumb to Marcus and Neo.

"Well, well, well," Marcus stood up and cracked his knuckles. "Looks like we have a nosy bunch. Want to go have a chat with them?"

Neo didn't even respond, she was still too invested in her scroll game.

"Sure, sure, I'll go handle it then," Marcus said with a sigh. Figures, he was going to have to be the one to get rid of the two. It wasn't like it would be difficult, professional huntsman came and went around him plenty of times. Two of them in training weren't going to be much of a challenge.

Time to go handle a stray… Marcus thought to himself as he hopped down from his high position quietly, and started making his way to the two intruders.

Uh Oh, looks like Blake and Sun attracted the wrong kind of attention. Sucks for them, now they got Marcus tailing them. This particular part of the story is going to be the most action-packed so far, while also instilling some more backstory and lore for a certain character. If anything, I believe the next chapter is going to be the most liked chapter so far. Now after some time, I'll get to see if I am right about that or not.

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