Path to Redemption Ch. 7: Lead
So sorry that I fucked up uploading chapter 6. I have a sort of poll-ish thing going on for A Harsh Reality, where if I get to 80 followers and 55 favorites BEFORE I begin to write the next chapter for it I will write another lemon thing. If that floats your boat, go ahead and read that and follow/favorite for the lemon. Also, another self twitter plug, still Codyknight22. Got that preview out there, and now for this chapter.
The twins sat in their beds, smiling wickedly. They had just defeated Yang, potentially shutting her up for good. They had finally accomplished their goal that had surfaced the moment that they had seen her. Finally, they could stop worrying about her posing a threat to their authority.
Ever since the bar brawl, their confidence had been lowered. They became less cocky, and started to focus more on technique. They realized what errors that they had made, and began to correct them. They went back to their days starting out as mercenaries, where they had to focus on adapting to new fighting styles. In many ways, they owed a lot to Yang. Without her, they wouldn't have their fun new job.
Oh yes, Beacon offered something that none of their other jobs could. Complete and total legal freedom. No one else could offer them that, and no one else would ever be able to offer them that. They received a contract, and they executed that contract. For once, they finally didn't have to worry about whether or not anyone would take legal actions against them.
So long as they cleaned up after themselves.
The twins finally wished each other a good night's worth of sleep, and closed their eyes.
The Next Day: Beacon Front Lawn
The twins wandered around, looking for any students to get into a fight. As much as they hated breaking up little bully squabbles, they despised nothing more then serving no purpose. They had waited on trains, targets, really everything. But now, they had nothing to do. They were going to go mad if they had to wait any longer. Most of the students had left to see the students from the other kingdoms arrive. But, as Goodwitch had said, as long as there is a singe student on campus, we cannot send off our security. We do not wish for you to gain any suspicions.
Oh, how they hated how often their direct officer was correct. They finally received a message, which they eagerly pulled up.
Airships is already fueled.
The twins just looked at each other, understanding the purpose of the short message. They just took off, eager to get into the fray yet again.
Later On: Rabbit's Burrow
They both stepped out of the airship, and straightened out their weapons. The Rabbit, another informant with a ridiculous title, was a man who had been rumored to be in bed with the White Fang. It made sense, since he was a rabbit Faunus.
They opened up the doors, and started to wad through the security. Most of the security looked like a rag-tag group of mercenaries, but the twins recognized the brown coats. They were all known as the Hidden Beasts, a dangerous group of mercs that made their name by looking like casual guns for hire, but were much more dangerous if you ever had to fight them.
The twins checked for their pistols, and then sought out their target.
They finally found a man with an orange coat and a pair of bunny ears, which immediately allowed for them to get some recognition. The twins pulled up a chair on either side of him, and quickly sat down.
"So intriguing to see you," the Rabbit said, taking a sip of his drink. "And so intriguing to see that the Malachite Twins are still looking for work."
"We're not here for a job application," Miltia said, placing her claws on the bar.
"We're here for some information," Melanie followed up, kicking her boots on top of the bar.
"That is more my style," the Rabbit said. "Seeing as of how you picked up a few contracts for me, I'm willing to consider giving it out for free and completely painless. But, what exactly could the Malachite Twins want to know?" Miltia lifted her claws off of the bar, encouraged by his words.
"The White Fang," Miltia said.
"Dust robberies," Melanie continued.
"Are they connected?" The twins asked in unison.
"Aha," the Rabbit said, lifting his drink into the air. "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you that." Miltia's grip on her claws tightened, and the Rabbit just smiled. "No need for any of those unpleasantries," the Rabbit said, waving his hand dismissively. "I'll simply tell you what you need to go forward."
"That was painless," Miltia said instantly, surprised by how quickly the Rabbit cooperated.
"Please," the Rabbit said, a smile twitching on his mouth. "I hate the White Fang. The assholes have downgraded me on their informants list due to some other hirings. Besides, like I don't know that you were responsible for the death of the Station and Burrow." Melanie flexed out her legs, and then faced the Rabbit.
"Now, you need to come with us," she said, her gaze turning hostile.
"No need," the Rabbit said. "I need you two to leave my name out of this as much as you need me to leave your names out of it. A mutual understanding, if you will." The twins realized the truth that he was speaking, and laid off of him.
"So talk," the twins said, trying to push the information out as fast as possible.
"Calm down," the Rabbit said. "This information isn't going anywhere, and all the security here is my own. Speaking of which, stand down." His last words were spoken into an ear piece, and the twins looked around. They managed to pick out a pair of snipers, forcing them to give dry looks to the Rabbit.
"A precaution," he said dismissively. "You've been on quite a tear lately. Now, you do not want me, or really anyone but one man." The twins leaned in, and the Rabbit patiently took another drink. "This is the part where you say, 'who?'"
"Who?" The twins asked angrily.
"A man to which you have both worked with before," the Rabbit replied cryptically. "Junior." The twins immediately stood, and went to leave. "Not so fast girls," the Rabbit called out. "For safety reasons, the White Fang requested for him to be moved to another location. I am unaware of where that is, but for a small price I can find it out."
"What price?" Miltia asked. She was willing to spend no more then a few hundred lien on this information. Otherwise, she was confident that their current employers could find it out.
"I was thinking about 200 lien," he said, placing his drink on the table.
"Deal," Melanie said instantly. Unlike her sister, she was playing the odds that Ozpin would want to pay up the sum instead of them.
"I'll contact you if I find anything," the Rabbit said happily. "Now, off with you. I'm sure that Ozpin and Goodwitch wish for you to come back." Now the twins stopped for a moment. "Yes, I researched you with the interest of hiring. Those two beat me too it, though." The twins just went to leave, choosing to ignore any other words the Rabbit had to say.
As soon as the doors to his bar closed, the Rabbit pulled out his scroll. He quickly typed out a message, and sent it off.
My old friend. I see you're finally taking the smart path, and hiring those with a criminal willingness to do your dirty work. I was wondering if you had 200 lien you could spare? If not, you're forcing your mercenaries to pay for your hirings.
He found a separate name, and kept this message much shorter.
I wish to meet you. How about your place?
He set down his scroll, and smiled to himself. Oh, how much fun playing the double agent was going to be.
Beacon Academy: Ozpin's Office
Ozpin read his message, and smiled pleasantly. How right he had been again when he assumed that the Rabbit had both known something of value to them and been willing to cooperate.
"I'm assuming you were correct?" Goodwitch asked, standing close by his desk. Ozpin just nodded, and took another sip from his coffee. "You know that I trust you, but are you not scared that you're playing with too much fire? The twins, the Rabbit, RWBY, we must not forget that RWBY fits into your overall plan as well."
"Of course I'm playing with fire," Ozpin said instantly. "Flames are a necessary part of anyone's life. I am simply trying to be careful enough, not to get burned by them."
End: Another short chapter, I'm really sorry. I'm really, really trying here. And again, it's a late update. I can't even promise that I'll make up for it tomorrow. So yeah, twitter is Codyknight22, A Harsh Reality has the lemon thing, questions, comments, follows, favorites, and feedback is greatly appreciated {I promise, I'll try and get my shit together}.