The pain in his shoulder was starting to get to him. While he was no doctor, he knew he definitely broke something. The sounds of airship blades spinning overhead told Liam that either Haven patrols were passing, or the bandits were back. Through the open doorway, he saw rope ladders dropping. He grunted in slight pain as he holstered his sidearm. Barely able to move his left arm, he pulled back the slide with his teeth. He pointed the gun at the door, lining up the two white dots on the weapon sight to line up with the last one. One after another, crew members dressed in brown descended. Each went in an opposite direction. Liam kept his eyes peeled in case one walked through the door. He was correct. A man walked through the door and locked eyes with a wounded Liam. He wore a facemask with a respirator peeking out from under the goggles. He had what looked like an oxygen tank attached to a belt on his back. "Are you with Haven?" Liam asked through gritted teeth. The man nodded.

"Y-yes." He gulped. "A-are you Liam?" He asked with his hands in the air and fear in his eyes. He lowered his gun and sighed as he did so.

"Sorry," Liam said, slipping the weapon back into its holster. "And yes, I'm Liam." The man nodded.

"Do you need help?" Liam nodded.

"Yeah, a bit." The man rushed outside.

"Sir! I've located the precious cargo." A team of medics and soldiers rushed into the house. One soldier grabbed Liam's arm and laid it on his shoulder. As the soldier helped him up, two more crew members holding a gurney rushed inside. The soldier led him over to it and laid him down on it. One after the other another soldier hoisted his legs onto the gurney. It was only then, when Liam felt blood rush from his nose. His vision blurred as he was lifted into an airship. The last thing he saw before falling unconscious, was Amara's face looking at him.

"How could….you?"

"I…"

"Loved….you."

"Summer….."

"So...Sorry."

Liam's eyes opened as he woke with a jolt. He tried to sit up on instinct, and in doing so caused him pain in both his shoulder and chest. He laid back down on what he recognized as a bed half-naked. Gauss covered his chest and He laid back down holding his breath. Looking down, he realized he still had his undergarments on. He took short quick breaths that evened out over the next few minutes. A doctor entered the room soon after. He looked at a clipboard and flipped through some pages. "Mr. Liam. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," Liam said. One could hear the pain in his voice.

"Language, please." The doctor said sternly. Liam rolled his eyes.

"Like crap." The doctor nodded.

"That's to be expected." The doctor opened the blinds as evening sunlight poured in causing Liam to cringe.

"How long have I been out, doc?"

"About five days. We believed your injuries to be worse, but seeing you able to move at all, we were wrong." He adjusted his glasses as he opened a drawer next to Liam's resting place. He took a syringe and a small glass vial out. "The woman that you saved sends her thanks. I believe her name was Amara. She told the team where to find you." The doctor inserted the needle into the vial and extracted a red liquid.

"How bad is it?" Liam asked, becoming anxious at the sight of a needle.

"You cracked your scapula and collarbone, and two ribs are also cracked, you had some internal bleeding, but that has healed on its own." The doctor said as he pushed the needle into Liam's arm. "Reports say they saw a crater in a wall. If that was you, then it's a miracle that you survived." Liam winced as the doctor injected it ever so slowly.

"What was that?" Liam asked about the mystery liquid.

"A painkiller basically watered down morphine." The doctor cleared his throat. "Your clothes and other possessions are in that container." The doctor said as he pointed at a box in the corner of the room. "Your clothes are also freshly washed and weapons cleaned. Courtesy of someone who asked me to call them Snow." Liam smiled wide at the mention of that name. "Also we've put you in a room with a shower and television. You are free to come and go at your leisure. Have a nice day." The doctor said as he exited the room. He got to his feet and slowly made his way over to the mirror. Still shirtless, he removed his bandages. He looked at himself in the mirror, a reflection of himself stared back. His hair had gotten longer than he realized, down to the bottom of his neck. For a few minutes, he stared into his pale gray eyes. He looked slightly at the three scars he gave at his beloved's funeral. He shook his head and turned slightly to the right. On his forearm was tattooed a black rose losing petals. On his shoulder was his own emblem, a sword and .308 bullet crossing each other. On his back was a sword with notches in the blade in a tribal style that ran down his back. "You talk in your sleep. I haven't heard you mention her in ages." A voice said from behind him. He turned around to see a woman dressed in a blue shirt with cargo pants. Pure white hair fell from under the hood of the light blue overcoat that hid her face. She was armed with a cutlass at her side.

"Well, Snow, what a pleasant surprise." Liam waddled to the box that contained his belongings. He tugged at the edges, opening it. He pulled his bowie knife from the chest and moved back to the mirror.

"How've you been, sir?" The woman said as she moved to his side.

"Not very good to be honest, I got thrown into a wall." Liam slid the blade across his face, shaving his beard. " I told you, you can drop the act with me, I'm not gonna tell your father." The woman sighed as she removed her hood.

"Fine, if you wish." She said in a lighter tone. "What about you, Winter?"Winter Schnee pulled a stool from the corner of the room. "Last I heard you- Ah!" Liam winced in pain as he dropped his knife. The point of the blade stuck on the floor next to his foot. Winter picked it up and sat Liam down on the stool. "Damn Grimm," Liam said, remembering being thrown. "Last I heard you ran away from home." Winter rolled her eyes.

"Well duh, I'm here aren't I?" Winter grabbed at his hair. "So how do you want it cut?" She asked looking in the mirror from behind him.

"I guess like last time, shorter on sides, longer on top." Winter nodded. She began to shave the side of his head. "You said you have information on my daughter?" Liam said.

"Yes, that's true. From reports I've received from field agents, she's traveling in a group of four with three others, two male one female." She moved to the back of his neck.

"On the bright side, we beat them to Haven," Liam said as his hair fell to the floor.

"Actually, they arrived while you were unconscious. Qrow also made it here, although he looked like he was injured." Winter moved to the other side of his head. He winced as the blade made a small cut. "Oh, sorry," Winter said smiling.

"Where are they?" Liam asked a hint of concern in his voice.

"This room is three floors above theirs. I paid extra so you could smoke in here." Winter said as she snipped his bangs. "There you go, all done." She said cheerfully, more so than usual. Liam examined himself in the mirror.

"Good job, Snow. Just as good as last time." Liam opened the chest and removed his belongings. He dressed in his pants and t-shirt but left his armor, mask and cloak off. Winter removed her coat and moved to the room outside of the bedroom. It was roughly the size of the bedroom with a couch and recliner with a nightstand between the pieces of furniture. On top of the nightstand, a marble ashtray glistened from the light coming from the lamp next to it. Winter lounged on the couch and stretched out, yawning as she did so. Liam sat in a recliner next to a couch and lit a cigarette. "So, back to what I started to say earlier, how've things been at home?" Winter sighed.

"Pretty fucking horrible." She said, her voice muffled by a pillow she laid face down in. Liam whistled.

"Look at you, Winter Schnee, never thought I'd hear you curse." She sat up and started tugging at her pony tail.

"Father has been really controlling. He's different, a different man than the one you met." She let her snow white locks fall down. "He said we dishonored the family name. He's already taken me out of the will and taken away my sister's heirship to the family company. He's given it his son, Whitley. That's why I left. When you called me before the fall of Beacon asking for help, that only made me want to leave sooner." She paused. Liam took a final drag of his cigarette.

He put the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He walked into the other room and got a bottle of water out of his backpack that he found at the bottom of the chest. She seems happy. Liam thought to himself. Winter had a reputation of always being a bit too serious and more professional. However, back at Atlas, Jacques had insisted Liam take Winter under his wing. They developed a close friendship with their time together. Liam sat back down with a book he pulled from a shelf. Winter had drifted to sleep by the time he had gotten back. People always said she acted happier around me, Liam thought. Then again, he had basically raised her and even gave her a nickname. He opened the book and flipped through some pages. He did more skimming than actual reading. The more he read the more uninterested he became. Liam sighed. He found himself looking at a slumbering Winter. He rose from his chair and turned off the lamp that he read by, then found a pencil and paper.

Hey Snow,

I'm down at the bar if you need me. There's food and water in my backpack if you need.

-Liam

He placed this letter on the table with the ashtray. He held a stiff drink on his mind as he pulled a cover over the ice queen. Liam exited the room, locking the door behind him. He glanced at a clock in the hallway, 11:36 pm. He shook his head. Finally, he found his way to the alcohol. Upon entering the establishment, he was greeted by the sight of a graying man in an old red cape. "Well, well, well, look what the Beowolf dragged in." Qrow turned around with a rather slow fashion.

"Hey man, how long you been here?" Liam took a seat next to him.

"About five days, under medical problems. Doc said I'd been out for almost a week." Qrow took a swig out of a beer mug.

"That's rough, man. I got lifted here for about the same reasons." Liam took notice of the bandage around Qrow's abdomen.

"Well shit, what the hell happened?" Liam asked as the bartender strolled by. Liam ordered as Qrow explained. Throughout their drunken conversation, Liam couldn't shake the feeling that he was close to something. As if he felt a presence that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Okay so here's chapter 4.

First off, I apologize for not putting more paragraph splits in the last chapter, my bad. Second of all, it was brought to my attention that this lil fanfic o' mine was sounding like the plot of the movie, Taken. Well, I will admit that I did get the name Liam from Liam Neeson, I haven't actually seen the movie. So sorry again if this sounds a bit too similar to Taken.

Anyway once again, constructive criticism is highly appreciated. (Also wanted to just let yall know that if this is getting a bit stale, there's a lot that's to come.) Enjoy!