So, this chapter is about 600-700 words. this is the shortest chapter in this story, sadly. Hmmm. I think I'm going to double post today, back to back chapters, but at different times today. Yep, that's what I'm going to do! So, here's chapter three and an evil Schnee! Enjoy, readers.

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Chapter 3: A Mastermind Uncovered

Atlas, SDC Headquarters: Mr. Schnee

I throw the latest paperwork on my desk in frustration. "What the hell is this?"

A simpering stick of a man cowers in front of me. "Sir, well, sir… that's the new profit margins for the company this month."

I clutch my head in annoyance. "I know what they are, you ignorant twit. What I meant was, why are they fucking dropping?!"

The little man cowers more. A menacing grin lights up my face. "This displeases me greatly." I pull my sword from under my desk and flash it at him. "Do you know what I do to people who displease me, Corveau?"

The man quakes in fear. I take an obvious delight in his cowardice. "No… N-no, sir."

I chuckle under my breath. "You see, Corveau, I eviscerate those stupid enough to gain my displeasure." I raise my sword to point at him. "But, you see, I have faith that you can rectify this situation. Do you even know what's causing this… deficit in my funds?"

The little man nods vigorously. "Yes, sir. I do, sir. Slaves are being stolen from the mines, sir. All human personel are always found dead, and the animals are always gone."

I raise my hand to the bridge of my nose, outwardly expressing my irritation at this news. The little man flinches. "I see. And what has been done to keep this from happening again?"

"For-fortification, sir. We've doubled guards, sir. There's not much else we can do."

I sneer at him. I have just about come to wit's end with this sniveling creature. "Of course not." I growl my answer. "Are you telling me that my own people can't handle a bunch of fucking filthy animals?"

"Sir, it's not that easy." He gulps as I press my blade against his throat. "All of the signs point to White Fang. How can combat that with the lowly combat school dropouts we're forced to hire?"

I pull my blade away and slash at the air in anger. "White Fang?! Those fucking animals shouldn't be able to go anywhere near my property! They're hardly trained fighters, you twit!"

Corveau backs away into a corner. "Sir, I have someone who may know what's going on."

I wait for more, but he isn't forthcoming with the information. "Well? Who is it, man?"

He gulps in fear and sighs out the name quietly. "Torchwick."

I back away from him and return to my desk. I sit in the white, cushioned seat. "Torchwick? What does he have to do with those filthy miscreants?"

The man seems to calm a bit after I put away my blade. "Well, rumor and a little digging has told us that his new employers are the White Fang."

"Ah, yes. I remember now." I laugh at my own plot. "Torchwick is one of those that I had hired to help raise my profits in very unconventional ways."

"Um, yes, sir. That Torchwick. Um, he's working with the White Fang right now."

"No, Corveau. He's still working for me." I give a knowing smirk. "I, too, am working with the White Fang. But not in the way you think." My fist hits the table, hard, almost breaking the wood in two. "Those no good fucking animals have crossed me for the last time. Get me a meeting with Cinder Fall, Corveau. Today." I turn around and gesture for him to leave.

After the door shuts, I stand and start to pace the length of my office. "That godsdamn woman. What is she up to now?"

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A/N: Yes, this is a very short chapter. I'm really sorry for that. But look on the bright side! You know who the ex-mastermind was… Now, you just have to figure out who the new mastermind is… Don't hurt your brain, it's just a story. Good luck! Follow, favorite, review!