I've got nothing to say until the end, so without further ado, let the show begin!


After a month of getting acquainted with the world of Remnant and its occupants Amy starts to open up a little, having been ignored by Cardin and his lackeys thanks to Coco's beat down. Her shotgun proved to be ineffective to any sort of Grimm, so instead of having her without a weapon he did her a favor and gave her his scythe, since he discovered he was too clumsy to use it to the full extent that Ruby could. She proved to be excellent with the weapon, and after a couple weeks she was almost on par with Ruby, with the exception of the young reapers semblance making her faster.

They also learned that Amy had a trick up her sleeve, or rather her mouth. The holes in her teeth were connected to venom sacs in her chest, near her heart, which contains a very lethal mixture between a neurotoxin and a hemotoxin, which destroyed both body tissue and neurotransmitters, making for an extremely short yet painful death should she bite anyone.
[A/N: yes, I know rattlesnakes only have a hemotoxic venom, :P]
This was discovered after she was brushing her teeth, and a yellow drop fell out of the hole in her canine tooth, intrigued she grabbed a glass and put plastic wrap over it before biting down on the plastic. The liquid poured out, leaving a fair amount in the glass, which she then took to the infirmary to have it tested, Naturally as soon as they discovered the lethality of the venom they wanted to know where she got it, to which she simply pointed to herself and walked off.


Things were pretty normal for their new lives until Jackson got word of a White Fang meeting. He filled Amy in on his idea, and discovered she too shared a hatred for terrorists, and decided to join him as a spotter. They laid low, stocking up on ammunition and supplies, including a change of clothes to be dedicated for their excursions against the enemy. The gray and black camouflage with a black cloak and a black balaclava covered every distinctive part of them, and really helped with blending in with the rooftops at night. Amy went one step further and had a skull on her balaclava, making her look like the reaper himself when she had her scythe deployed. Jackson on the other hand went with the simplistic idea, and kept his as it was.

They spent a week scouting hides, and when the time for the meeting came they had found a perfect building overlooking the courtyard outside the meeting building, and set up before dark.


"Alright my little viper, time to get up, people are starting to arrive." Jackson whispers as he nudges Amy awake, on a table in the center of the empty room sits a table with two chairs, Jackson's rifle is sitting on the table pointed towards the open window.

He quickly gets behind the rifle and looks through the scope, enjoying his new night vision courtesy of his Faunus traits. Amy sits down next to him and puts a pair of binoculars to her eyes, watching the courtyard intensely as a line of people form, and are directed into a door. They let everyone enter, and wait until the end of the meeting. As predicted all of the masked Faunus emerge from the same door an hour later, and Jackson scans over them, looking for targets of opportunity.

He finds what he's looking for when a ram Faunus comes out, and he's saluted by the guards.

"Gotcha." Jackson whispers as he puts the crosshairs on his chest and squeezes the trigger.

The rifle barks once inside the room, and the bullet flies straight, smacking the White Fang officer in the chest and blasting his heart to pieces before it exits on the other side in a spray of red.

"Time to go." Jackson grabs his rifle and picks up the empty cartridge on his way out, shorty followed by Amy. They climb to the rooftops and make their escape, jumping from roof to roof with ease.

When they reach the shuttles they relax, and soon they're back in the dorm room, thankfully not having been busted for being out after curfew.

After they clean up and Jackson clears his rifle Amy asks him a simple question. "You think he'll survive?"

"Probably not, it tends to get hard to live when you don't have a heart anymore."

Amy climbs into bed and turns off the light on her bedside table. "True enough. Good shot though."

"Thanks, I've done further though, night."

"Night."

Jackson turns off his light as he climbs into bed, and soon the two are snoring.


Thanks to the weekend they don't have class, so the two Faunus sleep in, until there's a rap on the door.
"Huh? Oh, coming! One sec!" Jackson rolls out of bed and pulls himself up before walking to the door and opening it.

"Oh, hey Blake. Come on in."

He steps out of the doorway and Blake walks in, her bow flattens when she sees the empty cartridge on the desk. "You guys seen the news yet?"

Jackson closes the door and pulls out a chair for Blake before sitting down on his bed. "Nope, just woke up." He yawns as he grabs the controller and turns the television on.
{A White Fang member was found dead in the warehouse district after people reported hearing a single gunshot at around ten last night. No organization has claimed ownership of the attack, and police say no suspect is in custody.}

Jackson turns off the television and throws the remote onto the desk.

"Alright, so you know it was me. But at least I picked my target instead of just going wild."

Blake glares at him and hands him a small envelope, which he quickly opens to find pictures with names on them. "Those are all the officers of the Fang. Not including the ones that want a peaceful approach."

Jackson looks through the pictures and finds one of the ram Faunus from the previous night. "Well, scratch that one off the list." He casually tosses it into the trash and places the rest in a drawer. "You've been busy. How long have you been collecting these?"

"Ever since you told me you might hunt them. I've got more, but just worry about those first."

Jackson briefly looks over to Amy, who's only now getting out of bed.
"Alright, will do. But the issue is finding the meetings. Any ideas?"

"Actually yes. There's a place downtown that will give you information if you mention blondie.

"Blondie?"

"Yang."

"Oh."

Amy grabs her street clothes and slowly heads into the bathroom to change, her messy hair hanging clear down to her lower back.

"So where is this place? We're gonna go pay a visit as soon as possible."

Blake pulls up a map on her scroll and points at a rather large building tucked away in the edges of the industrial district.

"Just flash your weapon at him and the bouncer will let you in."

"Thanks Blake, I really appreciate it."

Blake hums in acknowledgment and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a phone and handing it to him. "Here's your scroll, school issue. You'll receive alerts regarding class reminders, staff summons, and emergency summons such as the infirmary or headmaster's office."

"Thanks, for everything. I'm sorry for being such a pain."

"Don't worry about it, here's her scroll too." She pulls another scroll out of her pocket and puts it on the desk as she walks towards the door.

"I'll see you at dinner I guess." Jackson calls after her, pushing the chair in.

"Yep, bye."

Without another word she walks out and closes the door behind her. Jackson pulls out his old phone and links it with a wireless speaker in the corner, tapping on it for a minute before music starts playing.

I was there in the winter of '64
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
Three hundred miles our trail had lead
We barely had time to bury our dead
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton hill was a living hell
When we called retreat it was almost dark
I died with a grapeshot in my heart

Amelia comes out of the bathroom dressed in a black shirt and jeans with her hair in a ponytail. Her tail is threaded through her belt loops, with the rattle sitting at the small of her back.

"Heya, good choice or no?" Jackson asks, motioning to the speaker.

"Yeah, it's a personal favorite of mine."

"Good to hear, get suited up, we're going out to visit an informant."

Amelia nods and grabs her fatigues off her dresser, slipping them on over her street clothes and throwing her cloak on.

"Did you ever clean your rifle?" She asks, attaching her scythe to her lower back via a magnetic clasp.

"Nah, I was going to clean it tonight after I hit the range. One bullet ain't gonna do any harm." Jackson waves her off while he gets dressed in his own clothes, finally throwing his vest on over his fatigues and grabbing his rifle.

"Let's rock and roll." He yawns as he grabs his cloak and heads for the window, in the process he pulls his face mask up and throws the cloak on.

Amelia loops her bandolier over her shoulder, opens the window, and jumps out, landing gracefully twenty feet below with her hood pulled up.

Jackson steps out onto the ledge and closes the window before jumping down, landing less gracefully with a stumble before he catches himself and rubs his left knee. "Son of a…"

"Did you seriously just hurt yourself?" Amelia pulls him to his feet.

"Nah, just irritating an old injury, I'll be fine."

"Care to talk about it?"

He snorts as they start walking, he carries more than a noticeable limp and favors his right side. "There's not much to talk about, I messed it up playing dodgeball in gym class a couple years ago and it's never fully gone away. It'll stop hurting after a little while."

"Oh, alright, so where's this informant?"

The two board the shuttle and find a seat far away from anyone else before continuing their conversation.

"He's on the edge of the red light district, so keep your weapon handy. We'll take a taxi to a spot a couple blocks away and hoof it the rest. When we get there follow my lead."

"You got it, if things go sour where are we gonna meet up?"

Jackson thinks for a minute, trying to figure out a decent place to go.

"From Dust 'till Dawn. Hopefully it won't come to that, but good thinking."

Jackson notices a couple students eavesdropping on their conversation, and motions for Amelia to hold any further conversation until they get in the taxi.


The conversation in the taxi is short, just simple questions regarding experiences, and they finally reach the address Blake gave Jackson after another five minutes of walking. Contrary to what Jackson was expecting the bouncer wasn't a mountain of a man rippling with muscles, but instead was a suit-clad man around the same height as him, so when the bouncer tries to stand in front of the door and look intimidating Jackson just hikes his rifle a little further up on his shoulder and snorts. The bouncer quickly moves and allows the two to enter.

When Amelia walks past him she rattles her tail, causing him to jump a little, much to her amusement.

The second the doors slide open the sound of EDM style music starts to make itself known, loud enough to dance to, but not so loud that it makes it hard to hear anything else. Jackson double-checks his face mask before they walk in, a couple glass columns have been shattered by something, and the floor looks cracked in places.

He checks his scroll and takes glances between it and the staff scattered around the building.

"That guy behind the bar is who we're looking for." He mumbles to himself as he descends the stairs, Amelia close behind him.

They cross the dance floor and sit down at the bar on red-capped barstools, keeping their faces covered as the bartender walks over.

"So what'll it be?" He leans on the counter and looks between the two black-clad people.

"We heard that you've got this thing called a blondie special, so we'll both have that." Jackson pulls his face mask down. "And I'll have a soda, iced." He adds, leaning on the counter himself.

The bartender looks around nervously before waving them towards a door at the end of the bar. "Let's talk in private."

He pours a soda into a glass and adds a handful of ice as the two walk down the bar and into the door.

Inside the door is an office, a computer with a trio of monitors sits at the other end, and some furniture is arranged in a living room style. Amelia chooses to sit on the couch, and Jackson follows suit just as the bartender enters with the glass of soda in hand and closes the door behind him, which really cuts down on the noise.

"Name's Junior. So you need information, what about?"

Jackson takes the drink and sips it before responding. "White Fang meetings, time and place."

Junior grunts in acknowledgment and walks over to the computer, loosening his tie a little. "Let me see what I have, I've got some stuff regarding their officers…..here we go." He prints out the information and hands it to Jackson, who reads over it before putting it in his pocket. "Thanks Junior, put it on my tab, I'll pay you back soon as I'm able."

He stands up and knocks back the rest of his drink.

"I got to have a name for you to have a tab." Junior pulls an empty file out of a filing cabinet and holds a pen, ready to write.

"Just call me Scarface until this info starts to pay off, then I might give you my name."

With that both of the cloak-clad teens leave, their faces re-covered and their hoods pulled up.


I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! I'm actually already running out of stockpiled material, so I'm going to need to slow down on my updates, but I've got yet ANOTHER story that I'm going to begin uploading soon, so keep an eye out for that.

Copyright disclaimer: RWBY and the associated characters belong to Rooster Teeth, I only own my OC's.

The song mentioned is Trace Adkins – 'Til the Last Shot's Fired