Jake woke up feeling like complete shit.

"Ugh, what the fu-oh shit that hurts." He tried to move, but pain flared in his arm like hot iron was stabbed into his shoulder.

He craned his head up to see where he actually was. "Huh." He found that he was back in his apartment, laying on his bed.

He looked around some more, then noticed some things on the nightstand. It was littered with disinfectants, gauze, pads, and some blood covered towels, and pair of bloody tweezers with a bullet next to it.

"Wait, did she..?"

He heard the sound of the door opening, a voice accompanying it. "-bleeding stopped. Now just gotta clean out the wound and..."

Jaz walked in, looking at her scroll, seemingly reading something from it. Without looking up, she walked to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant. "Now to just sanitize it.."

She turned to clean the bullet wound, but found Jake staring up at her with an amused expression on his face.

"Hey." He greeted, watching her reaction, which was to drop the bottle onto the floor, spilling the contents.

They both stayed still for a moment, until Jake broke the silence. "You spilled something." She blinked a couple of times before noticing the spill. "Oh shit.."

She quickly ran into the bathroom a got a towel. She laid it onto the spill area after picking up the bottle of disinfectant, which only had about just less the original amount.

"I think you missed a spot." Jake joked as Jaz wiped up the mess. "Shut up..." She said in a low tone.

Using this time, Jake reached and grabbed the scroll from the nightstand. "Well I be damned..." She had looked up multiple sites on how to treat, clean, and fix bullet wounds.

"You really care that much? I'm touched." He said as he scrolled through the sites. He looked down, but couldn't really see her face, since it was covered by a curtain of her hair.

"You're the only one who stays here. You're my life line on income." She murmured. "Besides..." She stopped, a sad expression on her face. "If you died, I felt like I failed again..."

"Again?" Jake asked, putting down the scroll.

Jaz looked down, her face seemingly getting even sader. "My parents...they...died the same way..."

Jakes eyes widened. He didn't know why he felt pity for her. He's killed countless men and women, most likely leaving a few orphans and strays. Still, having to look at the product of that kind of thing left a bad taste in his mouth. "They were shot?" She nodded slowly.

"I came back one day from school. Nothing was different, just a normal...happy day." Her voice started to crack. "But when I opened the door, the place was trashed, like a fight broke out." Her eyes started to water. "When I found them...they...they were already dead, riddled with bullet holes. My dad had his gun out, so I know he put up a fight." She laughed with false humor. "The police said that the killer probably got hit a couple times before it ended, since they found more shells from the gun than bullets in the house of the same type.

"Oh. Um...wow. Sorry, I...didn't know.." The bullet wound seemed to throb a bit more now. She smiled slightly, sniffing. "It's alright, just...don't what you did again. Ever."

He held up his good hand in defense. "Fine, fine. I wont attack armed thugs head on anymore." She seemed to relax slightly when's he heard this. "Good. Now, let's fix your wound." She moved to go fix it, but Jake held up his hand.

"Before that, let me teach you a thing or two." Jaz's face turned to one of confusion. "First, you did great stopping the bleeding and all, but that's where I'm going to stop you. You see..." He brought his finger up to his wound and stuck it into it, making him cringe in pain and Jaz stand up in shock.

"What are you doing?!" Jake brought his finger back out and examined it. "Take a look at this." Hesitantly, Jaz moved closer and looked at the finger. "What?"

"You see that light red powder like stuff? That's red dust. The bullet was traced with it." Her eyes widened slightly. "How'd you know?" Jake smiled. "I grew up in atlas. Getting shot isn't a rare occurrence in that place."

"That sounds horrible."

"It was. But anyways, if you were to pour that disenfectent with ALCOHOL in it, I would have lit up like a Christmas tree." She nodded. "Then what do you want me to do then?" Jake smiled grimly. "I know a way to clear it out. It's the safest way, but it hurts like hell."

"What do you want me to get?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. "Some blue dust. It'll negate the red dust."

"Alright, I'll go check if I have some." She then went to go find blue dust, coming back a few minute later.

"All I could find was one crystal." She held out a blue crystal, big enough to grip firmly in your hand.

"That's perfect. Thanks." Jake grabbed the crystal and flipped it in his hand. "Well, here we go." He mumbled.

"Wait, what do you plan to-" Jaz didn't get to finish before Jake jammed the crystal into the wound, a loud sizzling erupting to be heard, followed by steam.

At that point, Jake was swearing under his breath every curse available in his native tongue, while Jaz fell back in shock.

"Are you insane?!" She asked, mouth hanging open.

"Yeah...haven't figured that out yet?" He hissed through gritted teeth, making Jaz jump back slightly.

After a couple minutes of soft swearing and moans of pain, the sizzling stopped, as well did the steam. Jake through down the crystal onto the bed, panting heavily.

"I...will never get used...to that shit..." He breathed, laying back while holding his arm.

Jaz just stared at him like he was some sort of alien.

"Who...are you?" She asked, looking at crystal, then back at him. He laughed softly, rubbing his wounded arm. "Just a guy who has both seen and been in some tough shit."

"And you do what exactly for a living?"

"I..do odd jobs for people. It's not amazing pay, but it's a living." She nodded slowly before turning back towards the medical equipment. "I guess I should dress that wound now?" He nodded. "Be my guest."

Soon after the wound was dressed and wrapped up, Jaz started to pack up the equipment into a plastic container with a cross on it. "Since your aura is active, i can skip the part where I close the wound and let it do that itself." She was right, since Jake could already feel his skin, bone, and flesh in his arm mending.

"You did great. Normally things like this wouldn't take effect as fast because most usually miss some stuff, leaving the wound to heal slower. You on the other hand, did it well enough that I can already feel the wound closing." She mouth turned into a small smile as she faced down, shuffling her feet from side to side.

"It's nothing really. I just did what the information told me to do." Jake shook his head. "I'm serious, your pretty good at this. Like, maybe-make-a-career-out-of-this type good."

"I can't do that. I mean, what would happen to the hotel? I can't just drop it." She stated, swinging her arm around. Jake held his hands up in defense. "I'm not saying to drop everything and go be a doctor or whatever, I'm just saying give it a thought. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go grab a bite."

As he went to sit up, Jaz rushed over and held him down by his chest. "Oh no you don't. You may have healed your wound for the most part, but you still lost a bit of blood back there. You need to lay down and rest. Doctors orders." Jake groaned in complaint. "Come on, you gonna keep me in bed all day?"

"Wouldn't you like to do that?"

"Not that I know that I can't leave!" He whined. "Quite. By tomorrow, your blood should be at its original amount. Until then, lay down."

"Yes mother..." He mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Jaz lifted her chin up with a satisfied grin. "That's more like it." She then left the room, leaving Jake in silent annoyance, and boredom.

"So, what do you think happened here?"

"Not sure, but hell, ain't this a real shit show."

The two cops chatted as they, and other personal examined the scene before them, with four casualties in total.

"They're uniforms match the same description as a local big gangs description."

"Honestly, I've had enough of this shit. The murder toll has skyrocketed in the past couple weeks, and we still don't have a damn clue on who it is!"

"We do know one thing, that's for sure."

The two turned to see who talked, but immediately stood straight up and saluted when they saw the badge on the persons chest, signifying that individual to be apart of Vales Special Crimes unit.

"C-captain Xiao Long! Pleasure to meet you." One of them stammered.

The man stood just above the two police officers, with a buzz cut of dark brown hair, and purple eyes. He wore a black coat with the symbol of vale on his shoulder, and a VSC badge over his heart. His pants were black dress pants modified for combat, give him movement freedom. His shoes were boots of the same color, with a steel heel and toe.

"At ease men. What do we got here this time?" He asked, walking past them.

"Four of that local big gangs men dead sir, killed with their own weapons. Well, except for one."

"His death was blunt trauma to the back of the head, sir."

The detective examined the body talked about prior. "Hm. Makes you think that two were involved in this, doesn't it?"

"E-excuse me sir?" One of them asked, confused. "All of them died the same way, stabbed with their own weapons. Why choose to use something else, and it's kind of hard to think he got behind this one." He then noticed that the body was gripping a pistol.

"What do we have here..." He pulled out two plastic glovesout of his pocket and slipped them on. He picked up the gun and checked its magazine.

"Did you men perhaps find a stray bullet somewhere around here?" He asked the officers, putting the gun back down.

"No sir, we didn't find anything."

He stood up and took off the gloves. "Then it's safe to assume that the bullet hit its mark." He looked at the other bodies, searching for anything that could give clues on what happened.

"What's this?" He noticed that next to the two bodies pinned to the ground, there was a seperate little pool of blood. He took out a scroll with the VCS logo on its front and opened it. A blue line of light moved up and down the patch of blood, the screen showing the words scanning on it.

When it finished, the outcome puzzled the detective. "Unknown? How?" He then searched for people who were related to this individuals blood.

"Let's see. Daniel Simmons, current known status...deceased. Not getting much out of him. And the mother..." The outcome of his search almost had him drop the scroll, making his blood run cold. "Oh no..."

He got up and walked around the corner, switching to his phone.

"Come on, pick up, pick up..." He muttered, hearing the ring of the line. Then the one he called answer.

"Hey lee, why the private number?"

"Hey Qrow. Listen, I didn't come to chit chat alright? Got some urgent news."

"Thought so, since this number. What's the problem?"

"We got a lead on the killer."

"What, the Hunter? Why you calling me then?"

"Because this concerns you and me both. The killer..."

"The killer what? Who is it lee?"

"...it's her other kid Qrow."

"Her other kid? Wait, you mean-"

"Yes Qrow, it's him. It's Summers son."