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"It interests me." A single adult mused to the lady in front of him.

Sitting right in front of the male was a single chessboard with the colors of black and white, colors that were typical and easy to distinguish in such a game. The plain tiles seemed to be stone cold thanks to the steel environment that surrounded its presence. The only other sort of color to aid its existence was more black and white, such bits being pieces one would play the game of chess with. Black and White, too simple yet it was too much.

The man who was speaking was well dressed and clean. He wore a white overcoat, with a gray undercoat, black sweater, a red necktie, and a white glove on his right hand. His suit pants shared the same color as his overcoat and were tucked into silver boots accented in gray. With black hair, some of it was silver and gray while his eyebrows were solid black. There was a peculiar strip of metal above his right eyebrow, something that made him stand out.

"A fresh mind out of Kronos Academy, eager to help the very individuals of Remnant, yet still you prefer not to attend Atlas Academy. Why is that, Miss Mercury?" James Ironwood continued, pacing around the office that belonged to him due to his position in the military as well as Headmaster of the school. The room was very high in technology, screens decorating the walls with many recordings being played, or even security footage of the school grounds they were currently on.

Looking down to the scroll in his hands, there was a profile under the name, 'Konoe A. Mercury.'"

The girl in front of him shrugged, clearly not having much of a care in this situation. She had long, bright, vibrant pink hair and that was long and wild which covered his left eye. Speaking of eyes, they were a particular color of yellow. Her body was most well-endowed, to a point many would be jealous of her frame and looks if they were of the same gender and many would stare if they belonged to the opposite. She wore a large, dark purple witch's hat that was adorned with a slit accented with pink fabric on her dress. Her hands and fingers were large and long, her nails also being rather sharp. She wore a purple collar with an attaching magenta cape, a short revealing purple and pink dress matching with two separate long sleeves, and black gloves. Taking over the bottom part of her body were long black curved leggings with dark purple trimmings with dark purple heeled slippers.

"Well, throughout my entire life, I had only been attending Kronos Academy. Not only that, but most of my entire life has been cooped up within this Kingdom as well." Konoe stated, folding her arms in a rather serious manner, clearly not wanting to joke around in front of the Headmaster and General. "Beacon Academy seemed to be a fair place, pleasantly inviting students from all over Remnant to attend. Plus, I believe that they have results as great as Atlas'."

"You are correct." Ironwood nodded his head in agreement, walking over to his desk to place his scroll on the ground. "Their Headmaster Ozpin is certainly a man who takes care of his students, thinking what's best for them." He then looked up from his device. "However, I believe that there is another reason to why you do not want to attend Atlas Academy?"

Konoe raised an eyebrow. "What do you suppose that is?" She asked, clearly knowing the answer but wanting to see if the man in front of her could answer instead.

In response, James straightened his back and looked at the teenager straight in the eye. "We both have our reason to not respond to such a question. I shall respect your privacy. Just remember that you will always have a spot ready for you here in Atlas."

The pink-haired girl nodded her head in thanks. She knew that Ironwood was going to talk about the military. After passing Atlas Academy, graduates were 'encouraged' to going the rankings of the Atlesian military as special operatives. Encouraged was a term put lightly though. But on a brighter side though, never was the option forced and shoved into the faces of those that obtained victory of graduation.

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" Konoe questioned, raising an eyebrow at the end of such a subject. She knew that the General was not exactly a man who wanted to talk to people unless there was some more business to attend to.

To prove her point, the older male walked around his desk and stood a few feet away from the female. Turning his head, his gloved hand also gestured to the single chess board that sat within the confines of the office. The unmoving object remained untouched until two players would be present. "Would you like to join me for a quick match?"

The eyebrow on her face rose up even higher. She wasn't annoyed at this offer. She just simply questioned the sudden offer. "Sure." She answered slowly. Not taking her gaze off of the Headmaster, she took her time to the board before bending her knees and taking a seat on the black piece side.

Continuing to watch the male from her eyes, the General walked back over to his desk and grabbed what looked like a clock that was meant for chess. Taking the object in his hands, Ironwoods strides were neutral as he placed the timer right next to the chess board. "A five minute game. I have an appointment that I don't want to be late for." He stated, sitting down on the white side of the game.

Grabbing one of his pawns, he moved the piece forward two spaces without hesitation before tapping the clock. Konoe did the same. Ironwood moved another one of his pawns up, this time the second only one space. The female mimicked his actions. Move after move, piece after piece, the board soon became a battlefield. Artificial lives began to be lost in the hands of the two humans playing their little game.

"How is your father doing?" Ironwood asked as he moved another one of his pieces along the board with precision and purpose. He tapped the clock.

Konoe moved her rook forward without any casualties. "He's within your division. Why don't you know?" She stated back as she hit the timer.

"Many people wear masks at work." Ironwood answered back coolly, moving his queen yet keeping her within the backlines of the fight. "I was just wondering if he's any different at home than he is at work."

"General," Konoe sighed, making her move and slapping the clock. "What are you implying?" She was doing her best now not to glare. She knew that the man was doing his best to act innocent, but then she also knew that the man was fishing for information about something.

"I assure, Miss Mercury, that I am not implying anything." Ironwood didn't keep eye contact in favor of placing his next piece down. "I do not wish to anger anybody, so please settle your temper." He tapped the clock. "It's just that your father has been acting very strangely as of late. He's been poking his nose into areas he's not allow to be in. Many of my men have seen him also harassing other scientists. Which makes me wonder, what is making him so eager?" He looked up to Konoe staring at him hard with a slight glare now. "You timer is ticking." He gestured to the clock.

"I'm sure that my father is doing nothing wrong." Konoe answered, her narrowed eyes still trying to stab Ironwood's soul. "He's a hard working man who had been doing all that he could to support his only two daughters after his wife died." She ignored the ticking of her clock. "What is making him so eager to look around and talk to others?" She leaned back in her chair. "That should be my question."

"Perhaps he is just concerned about the safety of the people." Ironwood said. "The same can be said for me. Our time is up. My appointment arrives. Thank you for the match." Standing up, Ironwood left Konoe sitting in her chair as he began to walk away. With hands behind his back as it was a habit of his, he made it to his door and reached for the knob.

"Bishop takes knight, check."

Hearing the tapping of game pieces, Ironwood knew that Konoe moved her own playing object. "The game is over." Ironwood answered, his hand still hovering above the knob. He was about it grab it, but then the pink-haired female continued to speak.

"About that suspicion of yours, father is the same." Konoe spoke loudly, completely halting the General's actions. "But it's another piece that you are unaware of maybe."

"…King to rook two." Ironwood let her know what move he would make for some strange reason. His hands were now back together behind his body. The male still didn't turn his body though.

"I will admit, I skipped out on a class here and there for the past couple of months. I've seen father acting strange and decided to make sure that he was doing okay at work." The pink-haired girl suddenly admitted, causing the man to raise an eyebrow. She closed her eyes and held a hand to her face as if remembering something. "No point in attending Dust studies for me, that's for sure. It was most peculiar when I noticed that it was mainly one of the workers that father was harassing that stood out the most to me. A strange, red-colored notebook, made of leather within his pocket." She then looked up. "Rook to king's rook three, check."

Now she had Ironwood's attention. The male turned around. "Bishop to too rook three." He answered, sticking around despite his appointment with the High Council. This was perhaps more intriguing and much more important.

"No matter who my father asked, that one worker that stood out would always be the one that my father would talk to from every single day of my visiting." Konoe continued on. "You may want to work on your security by the way. They are far too trusting." She then stood up. "Bishop takes bishop."

Ironwood began taking small steps to the female. "Rook to bishop four."

"The one worker's name was Katze Schwarze. One of your best female scientists that specialize in the weapons department." Konoe spoke once again, clearly taking her time with such. "Not that I am racist or anything, but it was because of her Faunus heritage of being a cat. Easily nicking the notebook from her, there were many diagrams of technology similar to not only diagrams that are shown in school, but also blueprints that would be Atlesian military grade. Sort of makes me suspect that she's a spy working with the White Fang. However, there it was encrypted. So how was one supposed to break the code? Rook takes rook."

"Pawn takes rook."

"Bishop to bishop seven."

"Queen takes knight pawn."

"Is Atlesian Military Manual and Guidelines a familiar book to you?" Konoe asked.

It should be a textbook that everyone that worked for the military within Atlas be familiar with. Those that worked for such a force would be given the pages in order to understand rules and regulations as well as providing a warm introduction to the place. Also, it showed the basics of many other principles of the area but that was beside the point.

"How can a worker of a strict military be so uncaring about her own manual that states to take care of one's own property. Her book, wrinkled pages and ink stains polluting the cover. Sloppy personality of the military officer. Irony abounds." Konoe answered without even giving Ironwood the chance to say anything. Reaching around her body, she pulled out a small, red notebook made of leather out from somewhere. "Don't worry about your secrets. Well, most of them actually."

Ironwood suddenly had his hands out as Konoe tossed him the book without a care in the world. Catching the book, the General opened it slowly and flipped through it. It was indeed full of weapon blueprints and technology that made Atlas so far ahead of the other Kingdoms. But there was odd symbols and lettering that he couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Konoe then tossed him a second notebook. Swiftly opening that one up, he then saw the same pictures as the first object filled with pages. The only difference was that there was plain English sprayed before his eyes, explaining how each piece worked and what was needed to make them.

"And now the great General Ironwood is going to capture the White Fang spy that had managed to sneak their way into the ranks of Atlas military." Konoe said in a slightly sarcastic tone before strutting up to the General. "Next time you make accusations, at least have some damn good evidence before pointing the finger of blame." Growling that out, she walked away from the man. But before leaving his office, she glanced over to the man still staring at the booklets she had handed him.

"Bishop to bishop eight. Discover check, and incidentally, mate."

Break

Slamming the door of her house shut, Konoe breathed loudly through her nostrils while walked towards the kitchen of the household. "I'm home, Celica." She sighed, clearly irritated due to the events that had just happened about an hour ago. Walking through the kitchen, she walked past a single girl before dropping onto the couch.

The girl she had passed giggled while handing Konoe a small cup to tea to help calm her nerves. "A tough day, Konoe?" Celica asked. Celica was a young woman with long, auburn hair tied in a ponytail with a red ribbon, pale skin, and bright eyes. She wore a plain, long sleeved, white shirt with golden rimming across the collar and sides. With black cuffs and gold cuffs, the shirt itself only went down to her hips and left her navel exposed while keeping her hips covered. There was also a frilled black mini-skirt with a golden line crossing it horizontally. Finishing the look was a black cape with golden lining. "Did you manage to tell Headmaster Ironwood about the spy?"

"Yeah." Konoe grumbled, sipping the beverage that her sister had handed over to her hands. Despite the beverage being hot, it didn't hinder the pink-haired female in the slightest. She was used to extreme temperatures. Thanks to her Semblance and usage of Dust, she was use to flames that could melt steel. "Didn't help that Ironwood was accusing our father of stealing information from the military."

"Why would he do that though?" Celica asked, taking the cup from Konoe as the witch was finished with her beverage. She walked back into the kitchen to fill up the mug once more. "Don't they know that our dad has been working with them for a long time and that he could be trusted."

"I don't know." Konoe sighed, doing her best to keep her temper in still but slightly struggling. She didn't like to show such a bad side to her sweet sister. Even though Celica knew about it and was extremely okay with such, the pink-haired girl didn't like it one bit. "I guess the General had to do something due to the complaints he had been constantly receiving from all of the worker in the area."

"Hmm… That's a shame." Celica hummed, handing Konoe a newly filled mug.

"Sucks is a more accurate term." Konoe stated bluntly, taking another sip. She then suddenly stood up. "I'm going down to the basement."

"Okay!" Celica gave her sister a thumbs up. "Just make sure you don't melt the walls again like dad said!"

"I'll do my best." Konoe patted her sister on the head before walking off to another place within the house.

It didn't take long before she found the flight of stairs that led downwards. Step by step, she descended deeper into the house which she lived in. Opening a door, she entered a rather plain looking room that was gigantic. Steel walls enforced and were the only color of the room. Turning as soon as she closed the entrance though, there was a single terminal.

Pressing a button, she talked into a speaker. "Grimm quantity, level nine."

Taking a couple of steps to the side, she grabbed a small headband and placed it just on her forehead and began walking to the center of the room.

Jumping into the air, she avoided a sudden Griffon coming in from the sky in hope of crushing her. With her view in the air, there was a large mass of Grimm surrounded her from all sides. Smirking, she found herself falling back down to the ground and landing right on top of the Griffon Grimm. Raising her hand and smirking, her glove was engulfed in flames before smacking the Grimm right on its head.

Screeching in pain, the Grimm before to thrash around like a bull. Other Grimm attempted to attack Konoe, who was still on the Girffon's back, but constantly were killed due to the wrath of the flailing bird monster. Konoe meanwhile was holding onto her hat like a cowboy as he kept a tight grip on the beast she was riding.

Feeling her ride run around frantically, she threw her hands everywhere. Dust spells shot out from left and right as elements hit many Grimm. It seemed to be nothing but target practice for the female as each one of her gestures were accurate and precise. Despite their wild movement, each of them were with a purpose.

Bending backwards, she was on her back as she fired a ball of lightning towards an unsuspecting Beowulf that tried to come up from behind. With a quick shift of her legs and a tight grip, she was suddenly underneath the Griffon and launching Dust attacks from such a position low to the ground. Still releasing her assault, she let her grip go as soon as the Grimm tried to peck her.

Despite her loss of strength, she swiftly regained it by grabbing the Grimm's tail and getting back up to her feet. Sliding on her heels, ice seemed to trail her boots as the Griffon swiftly turned around to try and attack her. But still holding onto the tail, Konoe was swung around. Using the momentum, Konoe became a tornado of flames, elements and various type of other combined Dust spells shooting out from the fire that concealed her presence.

Projectiles pierced Grimm like it was nothing. One by one, the vast pack fell. Jumping into air to avoid several Boarbatusks skewering her at the same time, she grabbed a Nevermore as she continued to rise into the air. Falling back down to the ground, a sudden pair of giant arms appeared right next to Konoe side as they provided cushioning when she slammed down to the ground with Grimm bird right under her. The powerful shockwave of fire was a nice compliment as well.

The arms suddenly grabbed the Nevermore. With great force, they threw the Grimm right through an incoming pack with enough strength to kill them all on impact. Lifting her leg to avoid an incoming Ursa, Konoe then slammed the back of her heel right onto the back. Breaking through the spiky back without even flinching, she stunned it long enough so that she could use her other leg to launch the Grimm right towards the wall where its head was caved into the metal.

But then a lucky Creep managed to hurt her by running into her backside.

Being knocked down, Konoe glared at the Grimm. Since she knew it was a beast she was facing and not a person, she didn't have to hold back. Stomping her foot, the floor began to shake violently. A giant hand rose from the floor. Its skin was a dirty mess of a blackened hide and stone flesh. Red jewels decorated the arm as fire ran down its surface like veins. The tips of its fingers were claws of obsidian. They smote into the floor, thick digits digging for purchase. The metal around her warped and buckled as they were assailed by waves of unbearable head.

The head emerged. A demonic, titan-like thing. Eyes that were smoldering orbs of fire stared out from sunken, abyss sockets. Straight, horned that looked like lava at the ends roared with fury. The mouth opened, like a stony rim of a volcano, with teeth of jagged stalactites and a tongue of rolling lava. The rest of the body came next. A mountain of scorched metal and big muscle, covered by a metal plate. It exploded up from the ground, using the hand embedded into the floor as an anchor.

The other arm wrenched itself loose, surging forth in a fiery arc of falling rock and flaming debris. It smashed into the floor, alongside the first. Using both, it heaved itself up, dragging up half of its form free to at least wreak havoc on those that have angered its master.

Break

Looking around at the complete destruction she had caused, Konoe sighed to herself as this was probably another mess that her father would scold at her for before having her clean it up with him. She didn't sigh at the fact that she was being scolded or having to clean up. It was that her father would clean up with her.

Reaching onto her person, she pulled out a single piece of paper that she had actually stolen from the red notebook she had handed General Ironwood. It was most peculiar to her due to it not even having any sort of picture or encryption on it. When she deciphered the booklet, there was no need to translate the paper. She frowned as she stared at the words again.

Project BB.

Not much of a fight, but I only typed this up in three hours and was pleased with the results myself.

I… kind of want to thank SargentFalco and CrackPairingLover. SargentFalco for offering me help if I need it and CrackPairingLover for the awesome, positive reviews! Thank not only the two of you, but everyone else who followed or favorited this story and giving me a chance.

Let's try and keep this up.

I wonder who is coming up next.

No flames please.