The cell block's door flew open with a bang.
From his position on his cot, Roman Torchwick could definitely tell he wasn't getting any shuteye tonight.
"Alright, Torchwick!"
So the General decided to pay my lowly self a visit, did he?
"I am going to open your cell and personally escort you to your destination! If you try anything, I will shoot you in the kneecap!"
"What if I try asking for a Mistralian filet?" replied Roman.
No response was given.
"I'll take that as a no, then. Shame-my delicate constitution isn't very used to prison food."
Ironwood walked over to Roman's cell, gun out in the event of an attack.
"Shut up, Torchwick."
Roman, despite himself, grinned as his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was blindfolded.
It was always fun to get a rise out of people.
Roman was led to an interrogation cell, his blindfold was removed, and he was cuffed to a chair behind a classic wall of glass. Bright lights flicked on above his head, semi-blinding him. He scoffed.
Really? Third-degree lights? As though this is my first time to the rodeo.
Roman heard a clacking noise coming towards his door. Ozpin pushed open the door, followed shortly by Qrow, Goodwitch, Ironwood, and some other person he didn't recognize-though she did look quite like Rose's sister. All of them were visibly armed.
"You know," Roman said, "you can put down your weapons. I don't bite."
Ozpin shook his head.
"Considering your infamous reputation, Mr. Torchwick, I think everyone on this ship will feel a little more comfortable knowing that you're surrounded by armed Hunters."
"Alrighty then," responded Roman. "So anyway…"
He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands.
"What massively important information do you need from me today?"
Ozpin blinked.
"I can't possibly see how you could have drawn that conclusion."
"Come on, Ozpin," Roman said sarcastically. "I'm in an interrogation cell, about to be given the third degree by two headmasters, two legendary Hunters, and…"
He looked at the mysterious woman, cocking his head to the side.
"...I'm sorry, have we met?"
The woman frowned.
"Raven Branwen. Formerly active Huntress."
"I know the name. Nice to meet you, Ms. Branwen."
Ozpin sat down and placed his cane on the table in front of him.
"Mr. Torchwick, I'm not going to make this conversation any longer than it needs to be, and instead will get straight to the point. We have a proposition for you."
"And that would be?"
"A simple deal. You were working with Cinder Fall prior to your capture. We ask two things of you: firstly, that you provide us with all the information available about your associates, and secondly, that you operate under our command rather than that of Miss Fall."
"That's a lot of danger you want me to put myself in, buddy," replied Roman. "What, might I ask, do I get out of this?"
"Protection from Miss Fall, amnesty for all crimes currently on record, and a substantial sum should we win this war. You may also wish to know that should you decline, General Ironwood will shoot you in the head."
"Well, that sounds good enough for me," said Roman. "Although if that amnesty could apply to future crimes, that would be most appreciated."
Ironwood leveled his pistol at Torchwick's head.
"Don't push your luck, Torchwick."
"Alright, James," Roman sneered. "So, anyway…"
He turned back to Ozpin.
"What info do you want?"
"Right now," Ozpin replied, "we only wish to learn the plan. There is clearly a method to the madness here, but we can't quite deduce it."
"Oh, the plan? The plan is easy. Although this might take a while."
"We've got time," Qrow muttered from his position in the corner of the room.
Roman leaned back in his chair.
"Alright then, kids. Welcome to Professor Torchwick's 'Evil Plans of Evil People 101.' Take notes."