Broken Apart Ch. 11: Contract Complete
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Distrio patiently waited in a tree. His second contract had ended quickly enough, but now he knew that they would step up security. His targets would be surrounded and carefully watched over for the perimeter. So he had to take a different approach. They would look far away, but not up.
Distrio carefully pulled out his two daggers, and patiently waited. The target finally strolled into view, and Distrio smiled. He waited for him to get right underneath him, and then he jumped down. He expertly plunged two daggers into the back of the target's spine, and heard him cry out weakly. Instantly, Distrio pulled the knives out and threw them to the side. He heard the blades enter two of the hunter's surrounding the target's throats, and then he pulled out his sniper. After confirming that there were no other immediate threats, Distrio put away his sniper. It was time to collect.
Schnee Manor: Outside
Weiss walked around her garden, and briefly glanced at the three people behind her. Tauran was covering her left side, Sun was at her left side, and Lyria was covering behind her. Luther and Lincoln had taken the front, since they were used to working in a pair. But the day so far had been intriguing.
Weiss' proposal to Blake hadn't gone over quite like she expected. She had thought that Blake wold kick and scream all the way to the point of admittance. But Blake had just gone right along. She confessed that her job, much like Weiss', was awful. It was nothing like she had expected, and worse off Weiss knew that she could very easily be doing so much more good if she was with the Ember Sisters.
But that raised a small challenge. While Weiss felt confident that she could leave the company and be fine, her parents might think otherwise. A lot of power had been taken away from Weiss when she had chosen to join the company. Her freedom was the main thing that she had lost, but it didn't matter to her. At least, not at the time. Weiss didn't need the ability to create her own destiny, she had assumed that everything would work out.
"This is boring," Sun complained.
"Shut up, Wukong," Tauran snapped. "We've guarded worse. At least we have flowers this time."
"Fair enough," Sun shot back.
"Guarded worse?" Weiss asked.
"Some hotshot got locked up," Lyria contributed. "We were assigned to his cell. Believe it or not, none of his punk friends came for him. So we just stared at gray walls forever."
"But nooooo," Sun said jokingly. "We can't mention how drab and dull our jobs are in front of Weiss. She's a former member of RWBY."
"I already know," Weiss said calmly. "But mentioning it to Ruby and Yang would be bad. I'm not entirely sure if one month has really changed Blake enough to save you from her wrath if Ruby and Yang were to find out."
"Bah, I can take her," Sun said.
"As could I," Tauran replied. Weiss stopped, and flashed a glare at them.
"Then consider it Yang, Ruby, and my own wrath that you need to fear," she added in. That got them to be quiet, and Weiss smiled. She was well in control of her situation, something that Weiss found herself able to do often. Unfortunately, the same could not be said about her life. Her life seemed to be in someone else's control at all times.
Within the Home: Guest Room
Yang and Blake walked into one of the many unoccupied guest rooms, and smiled at the size. It was always hard to remember that Weiss had all of her rooms built to be one size, massive.
"Look at all the space," Yang said happily. "Oh, and the beds. They're so nice and comfy." Yang jumped into one of the beds, and took off her boots. "Do these come in travel size?" Yang asked.
"I don't know," Blake said. "But I don't think so." Yang let out a sigh, but snuggled into the bed a little bit more.
"I miss this," Yang said. "Having an actual bed to stay in. Even if it was just the really shitty Beacon beds, it was still a bed. Not some kind of a sleeping matt. Do you get beds?"
"Yup," Blake said. "But they're shitty ones. Just like at Beacon." Blake sat down on the unoccupied bed, and slowly felt the sheets. "Nothing like this."
"But the shitty beds hold so many memories," Yang said dreamily. "Back at Beacon, everything was great. We spoke with friends, stayed in one place, and most importantly we were a team. I miss those days." Blake was just silent, but Yang had no problems filling in the silence. "I know that you and Weiss both have important jobs to do now, but that doesn't mean that I can't want to relive the glory days."
"Stop talking," Blake said suddenly.
"Huh?" Yang asked.
"I'm requesting that you stop talking, and allow me to jump in." Yang nodded, and just waited. "I hate my job."
"Wha-?"
"Stop talking!" Yang went silent again. "Now, the New Faunus Rights group is a good cause, but we make almost no difference. I would love to believe that we are making an impact, but RWBY helped the Faunus more then NFR does. So Yang, does your offer still stand?" Yang dead froze. Things had taken a rather unexpected turn in her favor. Suddenly, Blake was asking to join up with the Ember Sisters. Yang could just grin, and run over to hug the Faunus.
"Of course it does kitty cat," Yang said happily. "It always will."
"Good," Blake said. "I sent off my two weeks notice while you were admiring over the bed. If you had said no, I was going to suddenly be unemployed." Yang smiled, but Blake felt as though it was important to continue. "You do understand why I'm doing this, right?"
"Cause you miss me?" Yang tried.
"Because of safety," Blake continued. "My job is boring, but eventually we'll pick up. It was easier to do good while under a recognizable name. But if we separate, Distrio, if that is the shooter, will continue to pick us off. Staying together is the safest thing that we can do."
"So...?" Yang started.
"So this is temporary," Blake said. "Once Torchwick and Cinder are put away, then I'll be right back to the New Faunus Rights." Yang just went silent, and sat back in her bed.
"Glad to know that we mean so much to you," Yang said harshly
"Pardon?" Blake asked.
"Do you remember what happened to you after you left the White Fang?" Yang asked. "You came to Beacon and tried to hide what you are. We found out, and you ran away. You ran because you feared that we'd hate you. And you know what? We didn't. We accepted you and comforted you for years. You came to accept who you were, hell you even helped end the White Fang as a proud Faunus. Then you left to try and bolster the Faunus Rights movement. But you know what? I understood that you felt like you could do more. I felt as though that even though we had already done so much for that cause as a team, you had every right to want to do more. But now here you are, telling me that it's the name recognition that matters and that even though we can do more, you want to go off and be in some kind of a group until this whole thing blows over. So thanks Blake, I'm glad I know where I stand."
"Yang," Blake said. "You have to understand that-."
"That your fucking pride trumps your team?" Yang asked harshly. "Yeah, I do understand. See you later Blake." Yang stood up, and left the room. She angrily slammed the door behind her, and Blake just watched her go. There was nothing that she could say that would affect Yang at that moment. Part of that was because it was all true.
Hidden Complex
Distrio walked into his room, and sat down calmly. He pulled out his final contract, and burned it. His pay had already been restored, so there was no sense in leaving it lying around. He calmly pulled out his daggers and a cleaning kit, and started to wipe off his daggers. Before he got very far, the door opened up. He took a glance up, and saw that it was him employers.
"Torchwick, Cinder," Distrio greeted.
"Hello Mr. Columbi," Cinder greeted. "It is good to see that you're wiping off blood from your daggers. I can tell that you have completed your contracts, and so your pay has been restored."
"And your life preserved," Torchwick said. "But now we have other tasks for you." Distrio raised his eyebrow, and the two criminals smiled.
"What's your stance on Faunus Rights?" Cinder asked calmly.
"Who the fuck cares?" Distrio asked.
"Good boy. So if you were to take a vacation down to a group of Faunus, along with some of our other employees, do you think that you could handle things?" Distrio smiled, wiped off the last piece of blood from his dagger.
"I think that I could manage," he said evenly.
End: Sorry for the length, setup or filler or whatever you wanna call it, but I needed to do this. Questions, comments, follows, favorites, and feedback is appreciated.
