If your wondering why this hasn't been updated in so long, a more detailed explanation will be provided at the bottom. But do not fear, for I, RelightTheTorch, have descended upon a Griffon to give you all another Do What We Do Best Chapter!

Chapter 19:

Hurry up Adam, hurry up Adam, hurry up…

Trifa just wanted it to end. The waiting was just becoming agonising at this point. She had been told Adam was "out at the moment". Where ever he was, he was certainly taking his sweet time.

Maybe he's dead. That would be nice. Maybe he had attempted to go to Atlas and the military had cut him down. Unlikely, but nice to think about.

"Perry, where did Adam actually go?" She asked out loud. "Is he due to come back soon?"

Perry shrugged. "I know he went to do something in Atlas, but-"

Atlas? So he's going after the Schnees then. Only logical explanation.

"-but I'm not entirely sure what he is doing."

"He's going after the Schnee Dust Company, if I had to take a guess. But how would he even get in? Isn't Atlas surrounded by all sorts of security stuff?"

"I believe so."

So he's really stupid then. How in the world did he think he was going to do this? Did he even know how he was going to get to the Schnees? What plan could possibly beat the Atlas military?

"Perry, you don't think you could let me out, could you?"

"No."

Ah well, it was worth a try. Trifa's boredom was at its peak. Perry hadn't even bothered to ask if she wanted to play Tic Tac Toe, like Tock had.

Tock… Who was she exactly? Why had she joined up with Adam? What did she have to gain out of it? It was all very confusing. And then there was Ilia, who Trifa hadn't seen since being thrown in here.

Quite frankly, Trifa didn't really care what Ilia thought of her at this point. She was going to die anyway, was there any need to stress about it?

Lying back down, Trifa began to grumble to herself about Adam, and the White Fang, and the amount of time she had been in here. Couldn't Adam please hurry up?

Then, she had a idea. A idea for how she could possibly break out of here. It was crazy, it was mad, and it was extremely dangerous, but it could work. The whole reason Trifa hadn't tried something like this before was because Tock had been there, and she wouldn't have fallen for it, and she was much more skilled than Trifa was. However, in terms of Perry, it could work on him.

Very slowly, she stood back up, and walked over to the bars of the cell. She stuck her hand through them.

"Come on now Perry, don't you think you could let me out for just a little bit? I promise, I won't cause any trouble."

"Do you really think I'm going to fall for that? I'm not stupid Trifa."

"Well, could you come over here for a second?"

"You must think I'm dumb. The second I come over there, your going to bash my head off the bars."

"No, why would I do that? We were friends, right? I would never do that to a friend."

"I don't think we were friends."

"Course we were! Do you not remember all our conversations about…"

Her mind blanked. What had she and Perry talked about? This plan of her's wasn't working out very well.

"Uh, we talked about, like, Adam! Yeah, we talked about Adam!"

"Literally everyone in the White Fang talks about Adam, Trifa."

Darn it. He was good. She couldn't remember anything else he had talked with her about, probably because they had barely talked at all. Trying to convince him she was friends with him to get him to come over had been the plan, but unfortunately, it wasn't going to work. Then, another idea popped into her head.

Maybe if I piss him off, he'll get really mad and come over. It was unlikely, but it could maybe work.

"You know, I really don't like the White Fang."

"I could have guessed that from the fact you left."

"Not just that, but Adam too. All he is a edgy boy who got sad one day and decided he was going to kill everything and everyone."

"What are you implying?"

"Isn't it obvious? He's not a good leader. I can't believe I thought he was doing the right thing. He's just a angry goat who is pissed off because his girlfriend left. He's so obsessed with Blake, I'm not even sure he cares about the Faunus at all."

"His obsession with Blake may be a bit of a problem, yes, but I believe in him. I think he's doing what he believes is right."

"Don't you think he's taken it way too far? With the whole violence thing? All he does is swing his sword around, yelling at the top of his lungs that all the human's are going to die. There's no plan, no strategy, it's just "Die humans, die!"

"I respect Ghira and his more peaceful ways, but this is the only way we are going to get what we want." Perry had turned his back on the staircase behind him that lead up into the rest of the headquarters. "You want to know something Trifa? I was saddened by the fact that you left. I may have not known you all that well, but that didn't mean it didn't sadden me."

All of a sudden, Trifa thought she heard something. She didn't know what it was, but she could have sworn it was there.

"With every Faunus that turns their back on the White Fang, that is one less person to help fight for our cause. And one person can make a huge difference."

Then, someone emerged from behind Perry, moving stealthily along. Trifa couldn't get a good look at who it was, but she thought she saw a glint of bright orange hair in the dark. Perry still hadn't seen them.

"You could have been that person. You could have lead us to a better future. You could have been a revolutionary, just like Adam. If only you had-" Perry didn't get a chance to say another word as he was suddenly grabbed around the throat, and began to struggle as someone pulled him back. The White Fang hadn't bothered installing lights down in their quickly made dungeon, so Trifa couldn't see the commotion, but she could hear it, and it ended a second later.

Trifa held her breath. Who was this? Had they come to save her? Finish her off? Then, the figure walked towards the bars of cell.

"Well Archane, you've got yourself in a bit of bother, haven't you?"

Only one person she knew called her Archane. Emerging out of the darkness, bowler hat on top of head, cane in hand, was Roman Torchwick.

She didn't speak. She couldn't speak. He had come. He had actually come for her. After all his talk about surviving, after all his talk about looking out for his own skin, he had come. How he had got in here was a different matter altogether, but he was here, right in front of her.

Trifa pinched herself to make sure this wasn't some hallucination the lack of good food and water had brought on. It wasn't. Roman was actually here.

"Don't tell me you've gone mute. Last thing I need is another mute friend."

Friend… He did care. That's why he had come. He cared.

"Roman…" She watched as he took the key out of Perry's pocket, and slotted it into the lock, and the door opened.

"Now, come on. Those goons I had to knock out to get here are going to be waking up soon." He turned around and began to walk back up the staircase. Trifa followed after them.

"With any luck, no one will have noticed that they've been taken out." Roman had dropped his voice to a whisper as he poked his head out and looked around. He slowly took a step out, and beckoned for Trifa to follow. After they had both got out, Trifa peeked round a corner and saw a row of White Fang, lying on the ground.

"This way." He lead her down a corridor, and Trifa didn't really need him to lead her, she remembered this place. Remembered everything about it, every little nook, every little cranny. She knew enough to know that a exit wasn't too far away. Then she would be out. With Roman.

Roman suddenly stopped as the sounds of voices could be heard.

"When do you think Adam's going to come back?"

"Is he dead?"

"No, no, he's stronger than that."

Roman ducked behind a corner, and motioned for Trifa to do the same. Instead, she held up a finger and pointed it to the guys as they walked around the corner, backs turned. Trifa very slowly began to make her way forward, and after peeking around a corner to ensure that no one would see the two men being taken out, she darted out, and came up behind the two of them, shooting two webs out and pulling them to the floor, before bringing her knee down, knocking one out, and punching the other one. She jerked her head backwards down the corridor, where she knew there was a door that would lead them out. Roman nodded, and the two of them advanced down the hallway. Luckily, they only came across one other person, who Roman dispatched with a simple swing from Melodic Cugel.

After pushing open the door, Trifa was free. Out of the stuffy dungeon and back into the cool air of Mistral.

"That was a lot easier than expected." Roman commented. "I was expecting us to have to fight our way out. I was expecting Adam to be there, or Sienna, or that crocodile girl, or your chameleon friend. I shouldn't be complaining, should I?"

She looked at him. Even now, she still couldn't believe he had come.

"Oh! Here, I found these." He reached into his coat pockets and drew out her two knife revolvers, and held them out. "I'm surprised they didn't take them as well." She took them, and put them away. They looked at each other for a long moment. Roman then sighed heavily and spread out his arms.

"Alright then, bring it in."

Trifa stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. "I didn't think you were going to come. I thought, I thought…"

"That I was just going to leave you there?"

"Well, I guess."

"Trust me, I'm as surprised as you are that I decided to come. I guess after Neo died…"

Trifa gently patted him on the back. She had never known Neo, but it was clear Roman had cared about her a lot.

"Thank you so much."

Roman let out a low chuckle and broke away from her. "Your welcome. Don't forget, you owe me one now."

Trifa smiled at him and nodded her head. "I'll keep that in mind."

Do What We Do Best

So, why did I just disappear? Well, to put it simply, I'm writing my own original story, and I've been working on it a lot lately. I'm still not entirely sure whether I actually want to go through the trouble of trying to get it published, or just upload it to a website like , except for original stories of course.

Not that'll I have to worry about that for a while anyway. I'm only on Chapter 2.

Anyway, thanks for reading and have a good day!