Path to Redemption Ch. 4: What Comes Next
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Melanie and Miltia ushered in the last of the students, and closed the doors. No one was left outside, leaving the students to their team assignments. After they had dealt with the Taijitu, they hadn't had to deal with any other Grimm. They witnessed the last of the pieces being taken, and the death of several students. All that was left was to get the teams into the team sorting.
They stood outside of the doors, and kept an eye out for anything. Then again, what the hell would get this far? They were in the heart of Beacon Academy, surrounded by staff, nothing was getting to them. But, they would wait.
Despite how quickly the twins acted upon action, their patience was held in extraordinary quantities. They waited until after the blonde had dispatched with all of the other security. They could wait on a train car to come to their point of attack for hours. Nothing about them could ever be called impatient.
Before the ceremony ended, they saw a message pop up on their scrolls.
Get to Professor Ozpin's Office, now.
They both looked at each other, and shrugged. If Ozpin wanted to see them, it was probably to discuss something like pay or what they did with the Taijitu. They couldn't think anything of this event.
Ozpin's Office
The door opened up slowly, and the twins slowly looked in. Ozpin wasn't present during this time, making them assume that he was still trying to exit the assembly hall. They patiently took a seat, but kept a close eye on the files. They searched for anything that would pertain to them, anything that might make them on even playing field. The door silently opened up behind them, causing the twins to sit up straight.
"Ah," a female voice said. "You got my message." Both twins craned their heads back, and watched the careful walk of Glynda Goodwitch.
"Professor Goodwitch," Miltia started. "We weren't expecting you."
"We were expecting Professor Ozpin," Melanie finished. "Is this a meeting with you."
"No, I'm present too," a male voice added in. Goodwitch circled around to the other side of the desk, and Professor Ozpin came within view of the twins. "A good first few days for you," Ozpin continued. "Making me positive that you were the right hire for the security side of things."
"Thank you," the twins said in unison.
"But, are you the right pair for my overall plans?" Ozpin placed his elbows on the desk, and looked at both of the twins carefully. "Do you know why I hired you?" Both twins shook their heads, and then Ozpin stared at them again. "Do you really believe that I would pay security guards the amount of money that I am paying you?"
"I guess not," they said in unison again. They spoke in unison in simple phrases, and they did it more often then they really realized.
"Good," Ozpin continued. "So long as we're on the same page. I hired you two, because I saw well established mercenaries. Do you know what differentiates you from every student in Beacon?" Both of the twins shook their heads, afraid to answer just in case they were incorrect. "Every student here will do what they can to be hunters and huntresses, and that means they will only do a select few things. Those that will operate outside of those boundaries, are not the ones that we're looking for. You, are not restricted by anything of that sort. You have the potential to be as good as any of our first year students, including the blonde. Your pay, includes some personal contracts." Now the twins were excited. Personal contracts were what they did best.
"Now," Ozpin continued. "These personal contracts may not necessarily always operate within the boundaries of the law, but I hired you two because I know that this isn't an explicit issue. Do not prove me wrong."
"Oh don't worry," Miltia said wickedly.
"The law is not an issue," Melanie continued, the same style of wickedness possessed within her voice.
"Excellent," Ozpin continued. "I need you to visit a low level informant, one that you should be familiar with."
"Junior?" They asked in unison. Junior was the only person that they ever parted ways with, on bad terms.
"Oh, no," Ozpin reassured them. "No, it's someone else. He goes by the tag of the Station." Now the twins remembered. They did personal security for this guy for a few months. He claimed to know everything, and no one could really dispute that. Similar to Junior, just a lot pricier, and with a lot better security.
"On top of all of that," Goodwitch spoke up. "You will be required to get information from him in any possible. We simply need to know if the White Fang are behind the attacks. If he refuses to answer, get a little more creative. You have the full protection of Beacon behind you." The twins smiled wickedly. They were both thinking the same thing. They might be able to do something that they've been preparing for for a long time.
"You should really get going," Ozpin said. "A bonus is in store for a quick finish. The bullhead is waiting for you, ready to go. The pilot is on even terms with us. Do not worry about any issues with him spilling what you've done." The twins stood up, and brushed off their dresses.
"Don't worry about the speed," Miltia started.
"You'll get the information you want," Melanie continued.
"Regardless of how long it takes," they said in unison.
"That is the teamwork that I desired from hiring a pair of mercenary twins," Ozpin mused. "Get going." The twins turned around, and made the walk over to the airship.
"Are you sure this is wise?" Goodwitch asked. "You have given them permission to have an abandon for the law."
"Isn't that we hired them?" Ozpin asked. "To have a pair that wouldn't be restricted by the law? I do not care what they do, so long as they don't tell me they will be the only ones operating outside of the parameters of the law."
Beacon Front Lawn: Team RWBY
The girls all celebrated their survival of the induction ceremony. Until, Yang noticed something.
"Hey, isn't that the security?" Yang asked, pointing at the twins walking over to the airships.
"Yup," Ruby said quickly. "I wonder what they're doing."
"I'm betting that they got fired," Weiss contributed. "They probably got caught threatening students." Yang just watched them pile in, noticing the smiles on their faces. What are they doing? Yang wondered. It was something that she would follow up on later.
The Train Station
No, not an actual train station. The Train Station was just the tacky name that the Station called his bar. Everyone had some sort of cheap name to go along with their bars.
The twins swung open the doors, and started to walk in. They could identify the security, since they were wearing suits covered with times. The security all recognized them, and the grip on their weapons became tighter. Melanie and Miltia just ignored them, and continued to walk to the bar.
They reached a man with black hair and yellow eyes. No, not amber, lightning bolt yellow. His white suit was covered entirely in times, which was not the most flattering thing that a man could wear.
"This bar is mine," he said, continuing to chat up a woman sitting next to him. "I own the whole thing. You could say that I'm kind of a big deal." Melanie gently tapped his shoulder, and he impatiently waved his hand. "Whatever this is, it can wait," he said impatiently. "So like I was saying." He talked on for a moment, but Miltia rested her claw right on his shoulder. The woman immediately got up, and started to walk away. "What the fuck?" He asked. He turned around, and saw the twins. "Oh, come on."
"Nice to see you too," Miltia said.
"I'm not hiring you two again," he said impatiently. "I found a long term solution. Plus, didn't you lose your last fight?"
"We're not here for a job," Melanie said quickly.
"We're here for information," Miltia added in.
"Ah, that I can do," the Station added in. "What do you want, and what are you willing to pay?"
"We want to know if the White Fang are behind the dust robberies," Miltia said.
"But we weren't thinking of a money pay," Melanie said, adding in a slight purr to her voice. "We were thinking... Something else." The Station's eyes light up, his mind making a connection that only someone like him could make.
"I like where this is going," he said. He placed his hand on Melanie's chest, only earning a cruel smile from her. He looked at her face, and realized that the smile was the furthest thing from what he had thought would happen. He felt the un-bladed heel of Miltia hit him in the side of the head, while Melanie propped up his unconscious body at the bar.
They could both already see the guards starting to run over to them, guns firing into the air to get the patrons out.
"3," the twins said in unison. Another gun shot rang out, this time Miltia had to deflect the bullet with her claw.
"2," they whispered again. The last of the patrons finally cleared out, leaving them only with those they intended to fight.
"1," they finished. The guards reached them, all of them raising up either pistols or clubs.
"Stand down," one of them commanded.
"Go," they finished. Miltia suddenly took off to her right, and swung her claws into the stomach of one of the guards. She brought around the corpse to directly in front of her, and started to use it to take the bullets.
Melanie jumped to her left, and swung around the blade of her heel into the throat of the closest guard. She flipped around the corpse so that it was blocking any of the bullets that were fired at her. She looked over at her sister, and nodded. They both tossed the corpses forward, and then jumped up into the air.
The guards fired at the corpses for a moment, but that was the only moment that the twins needed. Miltia swung her claws across the faces of two of the guards wielding pistols, and then immediately pivoted to bring her claws through the stomachs of two other guards.
Melanie landed directly on a guard, completely splitting his skull with her bladed heel. She spun around once, and cut through the throat of another. She quickly kicked up another spin, and cut out the throats of three more guards that tried to attack her. She looked over, and saw that her sister had almost taken care of her guards. Melanie decided to waste no more time, and picked up one of the pistols. A quick succession of shots, and then the remaining guards were executed.
The twins smiled, incredibly satisfied with their work. They looked over, and saw that the Station was trying to crawl away.
"Oh don't try that," Miltia said. Melanie fired off two more rounds, cutting though both of his elbows. He screamed in pain, and just looked up, knowing that he was at the mercy of the twins.
"We did lose," Melanie said in a low voice. "But now we have a new job."
"So about that information," Miltia said, casually scraping her claws against each other.
"I-can't-tell you that," he managed. "They'll kill me."
"Fucktard, what do you think we're doing?" Miltia asked.
"So what about it?" Melanie contributed. She placed the blade of her heel on the back of his knee, and started to add in pressure. After a few moments, she laid off the pressure.
"I don't remember," he cried. "Please, I don't remember."
"Let's try and jog your memory," the twins said in unison.
Either he was a lot tougher then we thought, or he knew nothing.
Was?
You asked for no details. Don't worry though, the Station has been shut down.
End: So there you go, there's why Ozpin hired the twins. So follow on twitter for any sneak previews { Codyknight22} if you want too. Questions, comments, follows, favorites, and feedback is appreciated.