A/N: I do have to say that the last chapter was probably the hardest I've typed so far, mainly because it was completely unplanned past the first two scenes.

Drake: "Does that mean that this chapter is also unplanned?"

Soap: Actually, I have a slight idea as to where this chapter is going. Without giving any spoilers, we're going to be introducing another OC. Let's get started!

Chapter 6: and the ones

"What happened after Drake joined you guys?"

"What happened was Drake became a flirt. They became so close that, before long they started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Which only allowed me to tease Sam even more."

"Yes Sarah, I'm sure even John knows how much of troublemaker and prankster you are."

"Yes, I'm aware. What happened after that?"

"After that, I got a call from Vale Police Chief John Anderson...

"Hello?" I said groggily into my scroll, as it was early in the morning.

"Soap, It's Anderson." The voice on the other end said.

I immediately woke up when I heard the name.

Vale Police Chief John Anderson was an old friend of mine and the very guy who gave me my first bounty mission. He was also the only man that, if he wanted to, could put me behind bars for multiple accounts of mass identity theft. (the very reason why Soap is Remnant's youngest millionaire) Because of this, I was more than willing to do whatever dirty work the Chief had for me.

"Hey Chief. What can I do for you?"

"I have a favor to ask of you." The police chief said.

"That being?" I asked.

"All of my men are currently tied up around town investigating last night's dust robbery..."

'That makes number 17 in the last month.' I thought to myself

"...and I need someone to check out a case of reported homicide downtown."

"Same report format as the bounties?"

"That would be correct."

"Sure. I can do that for you, but you owe me one." I said.

"The usual?" The chief asked.

"Actually no, I'm good on Dust rounds for the time being. I have something else in mind though."

"Which would be?"

"All the info you have on these dust robberies that have been happening recently, including the information that you find involving last night's."

"Sure. Though if you don't mind me asking, why?" The chief asked.

"These robberies are happening too frequently to be random; I want to take my own look into the things going on."

"Alright, that's fine by me. I'll be sure to send you those details along with anything else that develops."

"Then I'll catch you later." I said as I started to close my scroll.

"Oh, one more thing."

I looked back into the scroll, "Yeah?"

"You remember Summer?" The chief asked.

"Summer Rose? Of course I remember her; she was one of the greatest huntresses' this world has ever known. One that I had the privilege to know personally; not to mention the fact that I worked with her a couple of times getting bounties. So yeah, I remember her, why do you ask? I already know that she died a few years ago."

"Her daughter stopped last night's dust robbery and was offered a spot at Beacon." The chief said, taking me by surprise.

"I remember he. Fun-loving, carefree, and refused to let the world break her belief in fairy tales and happy endings. She was a good kid. If I remember correctly, she's three years younger than me. What was her name again?"

"Ruby Rose."

When I heard her name, I remembered something I had forgotten about.

The day Summer died, I was out on a mission with her. As she was dying, she made me promise her something, "Watch over her when I no longer can."

"Huh. I'll look into that homicide case for you." I said, now lost in thought.

"Great, I'm sending you the details now. And thanks." The chief said.

"No problem." I said, ending the call.

Upon the call ending, I received the details the chief promised.

As I made my way towards the kitchen, I called the others to meet me there.

Since I was the first one there, I began looking through the info. To be honest, I wasn't really all that interested in it until I saw the address.

I stared at the address for a moment. It was the same as the shop where I bought my cars.

"Hey Soap."

"Hey Sarah. Hey Bucky. Where are Sam and Drake?"

"They should be right behind us." Bucky said.

Within a couple of minutes Sam and Drake arrived, allowing me to brief them on what was going to happen.

"Alright, now we can see if all that training has paid off yet." I said, concluding the brief. "Bucky, hold down the fort, we'll be back before one."

"No problemo, dude." Bucky said, walking away.

"Is there any possibility that there will be any fighting during this mission?"

"I have no idea Drake. More than likely there won't be, but anything's possible."

"How are we going to get there? The city's a little to dense to fly a bullhead in there." Sam brought up.

"I didn't think about that. Hmm, I guess we'll have to drive there."

"There is no way that I'm sitting in a tight, cramped car with 3 other people."

"I figured as much, which is why I was going to suggest that we take 2 cars. Sarah and I will drive. Drake, you're with me." I said.

Everyone nodded in agreement and made their way to the garage.

"We're here." I said, pulling over to the side of the road.

Stepping out of the car, I saw that there was a man sitting on the curb with his head in his hands and appeared to be crying. At the sound of the second car approaching, he looked up.

"Soap!" The man said, standing to greet the new arrivals.

"Hey Morgoth, how's it been?" I asked, as I shook the man's massive hands. In comparison to myself, Morgoth was a giant. He had a mohawk with short black hair on his head with a dark blue stripe where the actual mohawk part of his hair was. His naturally blood red eyes mad an angry Sarah look tame. He also had a navy blue gotee. As far as clothes went, he had black jeans, spiked black leather boots, a dark blue v-neck on, with a black leather jacket to finish off his outfit. Not to mention the sleeve of tattoos that he had on his arms. All in all, he looked like someone you did not want to get angry.

"Aside from what happened today, all's been well." He looked over to the cars that we arrived in, "I see you're taking good care of my cars."

"Why wouldn't I? But of course I've had some help."

"Mind if I ask who?" The beast of a man asked, genuinely curious as to who has been maintaining his cars.

"Not at all. Believe it or not, Sam here is a motor head like yourself." I said pointing towards the hawk faunus,"and well...let's just say she did more than just improve my gas mileage."

"I'm impressed to say the least."

"Now to get to the business at hand, I trust you know why I'm here?" I asked.

I put my hand in the air signaling to the others that they should start looking around the area.

"I do, and I'll save you the interrogation session. I was the one who committed the crime." The man said, lowering his head in shame.

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Yes, I take it you want a recount of what happened?" Morgoth asked.

"Yup." I said as I took a seat on the curb next to him. I motioned for Drake and Sam to do the same. Sarah, however, continued to look around. "Alright Morgoth, begin your story."

"I killed him out of rage. When I found out that one of my cars had been stolen, he just happened to be the closest thing for me to hit."

"What did you hit him with?" I asked.

"You know what my weapons are right?" He asked.

"Sadly, no. You never told me what they were."

"Well my weapons are my tattoos. When I activate them, they slide down my arms to my wrists and extend to form a sort of make-shift swords. I call them, Sinners's Remorse." He said as he demonstrated this by activating and deactivating his weapons.

"I take it you infused yourself with dust?" I asked.

"It wasn't by choice." Morgoth replied, nodding.

"Do tell."

"A long time ago, I was backed into a corner by a couple grimm. If I hadn't infused my with the burn dust I had at the time, I would have died. My tattoos were where the dust found an outlet. This is the result; I was turned into a human tank."

"A human tank?" I asked.

"Yes, especially if I were to get mad and let's just hope you never have to see that."

Silence engulfed the area until Sarah was the one who spoke.

"So Morgoth, did you kill this man?" Sarah asked looking through the footage from the security cameras on her scroll.

"Yes." He said with his head in his hands awaiting for a pair of handcuff to be slapped onto his wrists, but they never came.

"Really? Because I don't think you did. Based on the evidence provided by the security footage, you didn't kill this man. In fact, you were on the other side of your shop when this man killed himself." Sarah said, now looking at me, wordlessly communicating with me.

"What?" Morgoth said shocked and confused at the same time.

"Yes, there's nothing here that would allow us to even accuse you, not to mention arrest you, of killing this man." Sarah said, giving a subtle wink, making sure he saw it.

"Wha-" He started to say but stopped, getting the hint, "I don't know how to thank you for this."

"Well..." Soap began, "three things. One, give Sam," Soap pointed at Sam, "some tips and proper tools for tinkering with my cars."

"I can do that. What else?"

"Two, I have an idea for a project that I will need your help on. I'll send you a blueprint later.

"Alright, what's the third?"

"I fear that in the coming years, a war will erupt. If or when it does, I'll be needing you."

"I don't know what to say." He said.

"Thanks would be nice." Morgoth looked around, not sure who just spoke.

"Drake, if you're going to make such comments, make sure that you're not broadcasting them to everyone in sight," Sam said.

"Sorry, I'm still getting used to that."

"I'm so sorry about that, he does this sometimes." Sam said, referring to her boyfriend.

Morgoth just laughed. Standing up, he said, "Don't worry about it. Now, how about those tools and tips?"

Eagerly Sam nodded her head and followed Morgoth into his shop, all the while, Drake was standing outside, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head as he watched his girlfriend turn into a kid in a candy shop.

"You know. Sometimes I wonder why I love her." Drake said.

"I HEARD THAT!" was all that could be heard form inside the shop while Drake and Sarah laughed.

I, on the other hand was busy. Not with the homicide report, that had been completed and sent off a while ago. I was looking over the info that Chief Anderson had sent me on the dust robberies. The info I received was detailed but still missed a few pieces. I was going to have to call the Headmasters office at Beacon and ask for a favor.

The plan was simple. So why did I feel like something at Beacon would complicate things?

A/N: Well...that chapter took on a life of it's own.

Sarah: Yeah it did, didn't it?

Soap: To put it simply, I didn't intend on dragging in some cannon characters and events, however that's what came to be. Sarah, remind me to update the summary later.

Sarah: Sure. How did you originally want this chapter to look like?

Soap: I was going to have us take Morgoth in and claim a place in my house, along with seeing how he killed that unnamed guy from his point of view. All of what happened in the last half of the chapter, wasn't even planned. I had no idea that I had written it until I read the whole chapter back over, but I digress. If you have any questions/feedback/OC's/or whatnot, either send me a P.M. or leave a review with said info and I'll get back to you within the day. Time to get some sleep.

Edit 11-28-2016: Added and removed a few details and transfered from 3rd to 1st person.