AN: Sorry for the wait.

"There are no monsters besides men and that which they wrought."

-Reverend Sycamore- Boneyard

Chapter 11: Riastrad

The Courier strained to keep conscious, the dark city about him becoming blurrier and blurrier with each passing moment. He rolled his head to his side, facing the rogue huntsman who had since dropped Morales and turned about, preparing to run. His eyes still twitching from the pain, the Courier grasped the huntsman's ankle, gripping it with what little strength he had left. He tripped. The huntsman looked down at him, his expression blurred by the Courier's concussive fog.

"I told you," the Courier coughed out, before giving the man a grin stained with blood. "Make it count!" The huntsman growled and kicked his head into the ground, and the Courier once again glimpsed the monstrosity. Cu, or whatever's controlling the mass of muscle of flesh and broken bones, slammed the spear, completely reddened from the blood seeping out of the creatures hands, into the ground next to its feet shaft-first hard enough to send a powerful gust their way and cracking the pavement. The thing slammed its foot into the ground, further cracking the road hard enough that a web formed around the impart, the edges reaching far past the prone wastelander. The force of the stomp launched Cu's spear up to the things neck. The thing twisted inhumanly around, filling the air with the cacophonous symphony of bones crunching and breaking and mangling with every twitch the blob of muscle and rage made. It gripped the shaft of the spear between the two largest of its deformed toes and twisted as if throwing a spear. The Courier's face dragged against the ground as the rogue huntsman tried to flee once again, a small trickle of blood coming from the ridge of his nose.

Suddenly he felt the ground disappear as something broke the sound barrier to his left, his replaced eardrums allowing him to hear every painful decibel. He watched the world twist briefly as he his body flew backwards towards an opposite warehouse, the lights of the stars passing by several times, he hit one of another warehouse's metal walls, leaving a sizable human shaped dent before bouncing off and falling a good meter and a half face-first into the pavement. He felt innumerable tiny glass shards go dermis deep into his body as he hit the ground. He heard a snap and he felt a sharp pain course from his right elbow.

"Pop a thousand times before breaking once," right? Guess they weren't posturing after all.

He struggled to look up towards the other side of the street where he had been laying up until now. A trail of clouds led from the creature to a now half destroyed warehouse, the blood covered spear sticking out of the rubble like the surrounding re-bar. In several spots around it, the limbs of several of the guards stuck out as well, their lack of motion indicating their fates. The world shook as the creature let out a bestial cry, the vibrations stirring the Courier into attempting to stand. He managed to push himself up for about a handful of seconds before collapsing to the ground once again. He watched as the creature charged at the rogue huntsman who had been launched by the gust created in the spear's motion. The creature launched a dozen of blows with its massive arm, each too fast for the Courier to catch, yet the huntsman managed to dodge each one by about a hair's breadth each time. Each swipe left a dozen sparks to fade in and out of existence in their wake. A sweet and meaty scent, like a brahmin steak cooking in a skillet greased with gecko fat. The Courier winced. A human body was burning.

Smoke? Where's the fire? The hell is producing all that heat?

The rogue huntsman dodged in and out striking the body whenever the creature finished it's attack, barely managing to cut the flesh of the monstrosity. Each cut barely grazed the flesh, blows strong enough to rend limbs barely left as much as a paper cut on the creature's thick skin. The huntsman dodged and retreated, not gaining more than a few meters before having to dodge again. The creature screamed, the air blurring around it like a mirage on an old highway for a moment before quickly dissipating, attacking with greater ferocity and speed, almost hitting the huntsman, who somehow managed to continue dodging, despite the speed of each blow.

The Courier felt himself being lifted before feeling the slightly cool concrete once again. This repeated a couple times as he heard extremely soft curses, before feeling his left arm being pulled. He briefly registered being dragged for a good minute as the sounds fighting became more and more distanced, his head slumped and lolled on the ground as the lights faded around him and he found himself looking up at the ceiling of a warehouse. Looking to his left, Lili hunched over breathing heavily, her massive rifle near the entrance.

"Ugh, did we get him?" Kumiho said, breaking the silence. The Courier watched her stand up from her position next to a bunch of crates next to the door. She tilted her head as a roar sounded in the distance. "What are those sounds?"

"... Cu," Lili replied, motioning for Kumiho to take a peek outside the warehouse. Kumiho looked briefly out the warehouse before gagging as she looked back inside. She covered her mouth and began dry heaving.

"By the First, there must be half a dozen-CALEB!" Kumiho shouted before rushing over to the Courier, looking over his bloody body, before grimacing. "Oh Gods no … Caleb, why?"

"Not dead," Lili replied succinctly, before looking down at the Courier. Kumiho just stared at his face as he looked from one to the other, lolling his eyes back and forth. She held her hand over her mouth as she realized that the Courier still breathed.

"Gods! How did you not pass out?" Kumiho said backing up before rushing back and putting a bit too much pressure on the Courier's head wound, a squelching sound accompanying her attempt to close the floppy bits of flesh wobbling about on his head. "We have to stop the bleeding! Wait, no … why… never-mind! See if you can find a first aid kit Lili"

Lili blinked a few times and raised her eyebrow, pointing at the Courier's left side. The Courier smiled slightly. Kumiho made some motions and Lili shook her head in her hand in the face before walking off to find some bandages. Kumiho began panicking and putting pressure on random blood-stained parts of the Courier's clothes. Looking at his left leg she quickly took off the bandana tied around it and tied it tightly around the Courier's head, obscuring his vision in one of his eyes. As she reached for the Courier's cowboy scarf, the Courier caught her hand, keeping a firm grip around her wrist even as she pulled away.

"No," the Courier spoke out through gritted teeth, not letting go. Kumiho just stared in shock.

"But Ca-"

"No." the Courier said, clenching his eyes shut. "You don't need to staunch every cut. I need you snap my bone back into place."

"But you-"

"Please."

She winced as she grabbed his right arm and twisted it slightly. He felt a sharp pain fly through his body as what he hoped was his ulna being set back into place. He grit his teeth and tried to keep conscious as his vision blurred further from the combination of pain and blood loss.

"Thanks. Now, on my belt. Left pouch … large syringe … has a tiny belt on it."

"But you're still-"

"Trust me."

She pulled back her hand as he released it and she looked through the large pouch on his belt. She looked aghast at the large Super Stimpak and the blood red liquid in its dual vials. She looked back and forth between him and the needle. The Courier nodded once. She opened and closed her mouth as she aimed the needle, shaking a bit before injecting into his left arm rather quickly before backing up, allowing the syringe to hang a bit. The Courier jolted slightly as the cold liquid spread throughout his body and the itching sensation of his wounds quickly closing up, and he heard at least one quiet *klink* as a small pellet fell out of his upper right arm due to his mending tissue and muscle spasms. Kumiho just sat there staring as the Courier's breathing slowed. Despite the healing power behind the injection, only half of it made it into his body before the needle fell out and the liquid spilled onto the warehouse ground. The Courier still felt wet around his ankles, where the blood flow only slowed.

"Thanks," he said, as he stared out the garage door. Kumiho began patting around his body and face, checking for anymore open wounds.

"Wha-what was that?" she asked. The Courier tried to stand, only to wobble back and forth rather shakily. He felt slightly cold and lightheaded and the world slightly spun as Kumiho gently pushed him back against a wall of boxes. "Whoa-whoa-whoa! Easy-easy!. You've lost too much blood, you shouldn't be standing . Lili! Come back! Caleb had some kind of healing syringe!"

"Tha- that's what I was trying to-" Lili began before a roar once again sounded throughout the night. The three stared at each other as they heard the sounds of crashing concrete in the distance. Lili rushed to the entrance of the Warehouse and grabbed her sniper rifle, and started to exit the warehouse.

"Look for the smoke," the Courier spoke up, a single drop of blood falling down the drying stain from the corner of his mouth. She turned her head around to look at him, and he saw that she appeared calm despite recent events. "Cu's burning." She stared at him for a moment, before turning around and leaving the building. He winced before staring at the ceiling, the light fixtures rattling as another roar split the quiet of the night.

Lili grasped the plastic covered bundle of electrical wires and climbed to the roof, lying down as the twisted form of her teammate entered her sight. It roared as it began tearing holes in the walls of the various warehouses to either side, as if looking for something. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed, her view of the world disappearing. Faunus like her normally saw through the dark, the hues in which they viewed the world varying from faunus to faunus, and she appreciated such an ability every night she had to sleep in the same room as her leader. You can't trust a machine after all.

She heard the click in her mind as her eyes "shifted gears", the mental sound of a door being unlocked. Opening her eyes the dim unvaried colors that had once filled the darkened world exploded into countless, vibrant hues, some of which she knew had no names. Unlike the creature that Cu became, red splotches dotted the pillars of the half destroyed warehouse. As the creature pulled out Cu's spear, she fired, momentarily getting the creature's attention before the pillar next to it collapsed. A chunk of the warehouse roof trembled before collapsing on it, a beastial cry ripping through the night. She pulled back the bolt of her rifle and aimed her rifle at the half collapsed warehouse.

The creature burst out of the rubble not a second later, roaring in absolute anger. It's body still appeared gray in her vision, not a single spot of anything but the same color she saw when looking at a steel wall. She fired another shot, displacing Cu's spear as the creature attempted to grab it, causing the spear to spin rapidly before smacking against a wall and falling into the rubble. The creature looked at its empty hand as if pondering the mysteries of the soul. It roughly patted the ground and looked from side before staring straight into the middle of the street. Lili raised her eyes at the quiet behavior only to flinch in pain as it let out roar far louder than the others it had made.

She cried in pain as the sound beat through her hands and pounded her eardrums. She felt blood trickle from her ears and into her hands as the sound became ever louder. Her semblance turned off, the mental gear shift drowned out by the deafening sound, and she opened her left eye. The creature began charging up and down the street slamming its meaty arm into whatever it laid its hanging eye on, tearing up walls and asphalt and the occasional darkened streetlamp. As the sound petered off and the world become nothing but a muted ringing sound, she looked through the scope of her rifle again, hoping to cripple it long enough for it to turn back into Cu.

Her ears twitched from the sounds of a scratching underneath her, as her teammates moved about the ground floor. She could make out Kumiho begging Caleb, whispering for him to keep still. She looked at the creature and ground her teeth, racking her brain to figure how to escape. Her grandfather's lessons wouldn't go to waste. She gritted her teeth as she stared into the eyeless holes on what could be liberally described as a face. It rocked its head about sniffing the air trying to find something, as its needly hair swaying like trees in the wind. It opened its maw and exhaled, its chest deflating by half. Thick greyish smoke poured out of its mouth and dissipated. A smell wafted into Lili's sensitive nose, which she compared to burning beef liver.

Opening her mouth she realized it tasted worse than it smelled, like the blackest, burnt-to-a-charcoal steak she ever ate. She raised her upper lip in slight disgust before blinking. Caleb was right, Cu, or whatever left of him was burning in a literal sense. With the lack of steam from whatever water might come out of the thing's sweat glands meant a dry burn.

Burning huh?

Lili blinked twice and took her eyes of the creature and instead inspected the various walls hoping to find what she needed. Up and down alleyways lied dumpsters and piles of useless paper and refuse, nothing which stood out as anything but useless when concerning the monster standing before her. Looking back at the creature her heartbeat stopped as she realized the thing stared at her unmoving. Gritting her teeth she pulled the trigger and shot at the things head as it reared back, causing the thing to stumble before running forward. As she pulled the bolt forward the creature jumped into the air, the sounds of bones crunching echoing into the night. She rolled to the side and off of the roof, falling backwards as the creature landed on the roof collapsing the corner of the building inwards.

"Agh! Oh Gods! Agh!" She heard Kumiho shout before running out of the warehouse carrying Caleb bridal style. Lili ran after them, barely catching up as Kumiho turned into the alley next to the ruins of the warehouse the Creature demolished. "What-what the hell are you eating Caleb? You weigh almost half a ton!"

"There… Bigger issues Miho." Lili responded as she looked outside the alleway. The Creature walked out of the warehouse with its one muscular arm grabbing the upper part of the metal sheet door frame and crunching it as it pushed it to its left. Lili felt Kumiho kick her leg before bolting down the alleyway Caleb still firmly in her arms. The sounds of metal and wood tearing forced them to look behind. The creature tore through the alleyway, his arm tearing a vast scar into the walls of the warehouse as it chased after them.

They broke out of the alleyway and into a large empty dirt covered lot. Abandoned construction materials and shipping containers lay covered in the dirt of the desert, the markings of a dozen different companies plastered on the sides of the various metal containers. A large obnoxious snowflake adorned the sides of several, with graffiti and hateful words covering a good number of them. They ran into the jungle of materials, taking an immediate right behind a pile of concrete cylinders.

Caleb breathed in quickly and began to struggle to get out of Kumho's arms. "Wait! What the-!" Caleb twisted and managed to land on the ground, catching himself with his knees and left hand. He used the Cylinders as leverage to get himself standing. Staring towards the right he began to limp through the gap between two other piles of cylinders. Kumiho grabbed his shoulder only to be shaken off. He stumbled slightly before continuing, limping slowly in a straight line towards a small water tower. Four wooden legs held up the metal tank about four meters in the air, a few thick pipes leading into the ground in the center, likely connecting it to both the city's main water supply and the fire suppressant systems installed in the various warehouses.

The sounds of heavy footsteps came from their left as the smell of burning meat filled the air like a smokehouse. Lili and Kumiho began to walk backwards, raising their weapons at the creature which unhinges its jaw, letting it flop under its distorted skull. The smoke surrounding them disappeared into its maw as it inhaled, only for it to stumble as several rounds bounced off it's cheek and chest. Growling, it made its way towards Caleb, who stood limply halfway between it and the water tower, one of the traffickers' pistols in his left hand. Caleb swayed back and forth as he backed up a step, a crazy look in his eyes.

"Get over here you son of a bitch." He whispered as the creature lunged at him, swinging downward with its massive tree-trunk of an arm arm. Caleb had jumped back as soon as the creature took a step forward. Lili watched as the arm slammed down hard enough to cause one of the piles of concrete cylinders to topple about, forcing the girls to move away to avoid being hit. Caleb flew backwards, but Lili noticed his massive grin. His slammed back first into one of the back legs of the water tower, bending it to the point Lili could see individual splinters. Caleb nodded at Lili, before pointing the pistol at the creature and firing, forcing it to roar and charge at him.

Lili took the hint, and activated her semblance. She aimed her rifle at one of the spots on one of the front legs of the water tower. Holding her breath, she fired off a shot, chambered another round, aimed her rifle at the other front leg and fired a second shot. The Water tower shook for a moment, swaying back and forth before toppling towards the creature. Caleb tried rolling back only to trip on a pipe and faceplant straight into the dirt. The creature roared as it charged directly in the falling path of the structure. As the water tower split upon the creatures needly hair the sound of sizzling, like a red hot skillet being placed under a running sink, overcame the sounds of approaching sirens. Steam filled the construction site, and the two girls shielded their face as the hot gas came over them in waves. The steam obscured even their night vision, and they stood still waiting for any signs of life.

The sounds of coughing grabbed their attention and they pointed their weapons towards where the creature last stood. As the mist cleared they saw a silhouette rising from the ground, using two arms to push itself into a kneeling position. They ran towards the shape the second they saw the two dog ears on the top of his head twitch.

"Cu!" Kumiho shouted. Cu coughed up water as the two appeared besides him. "Are you al-naked-you are very naked." Kumiho looked to the side. Lili simply kept her gaze at his face. He coughed some more and continued just kneeling there trying to breathe.

"Wh-What…Where am I?" Cu asked as he looked up, his eyes reflecting the light of the half-broken moon above them. Lili watched as he looked around, trying to see through the dissipating mist. He looked down and his look of confusion turned into horror. "Oh gods."

"Cu?" Lili asked, putting her hand on his back. "Are-"

"How many did I kill?" He asked, a worried look on his face.

"Wh-Wh-"

"How. Many. Did I kill?" Cu asked. Lili looked towards the destroyed water tower. "Lili. Please."

"I don't know." She said silently. Cu looked forward and gagged as Caleb became visible. His body lay under a small pile of debris. A puddle of water formed around him as water flowed from the broken pipes. The smell of blood entered their nostrils.

"Caleb," Cu whispered in a voice that began to crack, crawling forwards on all four. He shoved the wooden floor off and continued taking debris off his friend. "Caleb? Are you okay? Caleb! Answer me please! Come on bud, talk to me… please!" As soon as Cu threw the wooden beam off Caleb, he put his hand on Caleb's neck. "A pulse! Thank the First."

Cu sat down next to his unconscious friend and began trying to bandage his new wounds as the sounds of sirens echoed from not a hundred meters away. Lili stared at the flashing lights as they pulled into the street in between the Warehouses and sighed. She sat down, a sort of exhausted relief clear on her face as the police swarmed about. She watched as a group of SWAT officers led by a red haired huntress entered the warehouse where all the slaves laid. Kumiho began to freak out and Lili chuckled silently at her motions, which caught the attention of one of the officers.

"Don't Move!" he said as he approached. Lili watched as his stubble puffed out, giving the man a beard of scaly spikes. His glowing eyes went over each of them as he pointed his rifle at them.

"Oh crap oh crap oh crap I'm so-" Kumiho begun as Lili stood up, leaving her rifle on the ground and slowly pulling out her ID card. The officer looked over the ID for a few seconds, the scowl on his face not disappearing until he looked back and forth a few times. He sighed in relief and lowered his gun. He looked over at Cu and blinked a few times before speaking into his two-way radio.

Lili tuned out his conversation as she sat against one of the stone Cylinders. She watched Cu cradle Caleb as more sirens broke the night. She focused on the few stars she could see in the sky as the smell of sweat and blood filled the air, the growing scent of medicine and alcohol mixing like oil to water. She listened as a group of five struggled to lift Caleb onto a stretcher. Cu followed languidly as they loaded the stretcher into the ambulance. He stood behind the ambulance as is drove off, a distraught expression on his face.

"Excuse me?" a voice said, grabbing her attention. A tall, pale skinned man walked in front of her and knelt down. His tired expression, coupled with the dark spots of a week's worth of sleepless nights and the scent of cigarette smoke surrounding him bore into her mind, grabbing her attention. He spoke again, a gentle tone contrasting with his tired face, "I'm Detective Whitehorse. I think we might need to talk."

Lili nodded and followed him, listening as an exasperated officer calmed Kumiho down to. She glanced at the waking traffickers and the various faunus. Some of the faunus stared at the tree of them with eyes filled with just the tiniest bit of hope, but one of them just stared at the intersection where the Ambulance had turned. The detective opened up the passenger side door and Lili settled in. She waited as muffled voices came through the radio and hugged her rifle to her chest. The sounds of the back doors on both sides opening and Kumiho and Cu's voices filled the car. Cu had a blanket wrapped around his waist like a towel, just barely giving him a sense of decency. The Detective returned and settled into the driver's seat. He sighed as he looked into the mirror.

"Hey, you kids okay?" He asked, his voice tired but warm. Kumiho simply looked out the window nervously while Cu stared at his hands. Their weapons had been taken by the police. The detective looked over at Lili for a moment, and she responded with a shrug. He shook his head back and forth.

"Look, it's … uh" he mumbled off slightly, "I can tell that it's been a … long night for you all. I- I'm- I'm just going to go out on a limb here and guess that you all are real tired. I get it, most of us are tired. All of us. All of us are tired. We've been on the trail of these bastards for the past month. Which is why … I'm going to have to ask you all some questions. Now I'll-"

"Is Caleb okay," Kumiho began, her voice trembling slightly. "He's not… he's not gonna die is he?" Cu looked at his feet quietly, a disappointed etched across his face.

"The EMTs said your friend is fine, considering all his injuries. He's still messed up pretty damn bad, but he's most likely gonna pull through. He'll probably be in the hospital for some time. I'm just guessing they're going to transfer him via Bullhead to Shade's medical wing sometime in the next couple weeks though, Lyon's prefers having injured students brought back once they've been stabilized. Not to mention Shade's safer right now." The Detective clicked his tongue and stared into the mirror, sighing as he noticed the relieved expressions on Lili's teammates faces. Lili leaned back into the cushions of the seat, the soft leather wrapping around her back. She let loose a mumble of relief as she heard Kumiho sob for a second or so, while Cu remained silent.

"Anyways, You kids need some rest. Safe Rest. I'm going to be bringing you to the station-train… train station. You're going to take the first train to Shade, and you're going to wait there until your friend gets transferred."

The man looked around and down at Lili's feet. He pointed towards a dark object just beyond her feet. Reaching down, she pulled up an old battery tape recorder, a big blocky "VXE" protruding from the steel front. Lili handed the ancient device to the police officer, who replaced the tape with another. He placed the recorder in between the two seats before starting the car. The green lights on the dashboard came on filling the car with a comfortable green glow.

"You're not arresting us?" Kumiho asked.

"Foreigner, huh?" he asked with a smug grin, as he pressed the red button on the side. "Yeah, no, this is how things are done here. No, I'm not arresting you. You aren't the first students to come and try and stop shit like this, and you won't be the last. The world could use a few more. Besides, Shade's been there long before this city sprouted up, it the law before us."

"Why aren't ya' arresting us?" Cu asked bluntly.

"Well for one thing, you're not arrogant pieces of crap who think they're better 'n everyone else. Secondly… well you haven't done anything illegal… unless…" he said narrowing his eyebrows, as a grin spread on his face. He'd been saving this one. "You're wouldn't happen to be the guy who stole one thousand, three hundred and forty-seven lien worth of interracial pornography are you?"

"Wait, what? Who? Why? When?" Kumiho asked, stifling a chuckle.

"In order: Someone stole one thousand, three hundred and forty-seven lien worth of interracial pornography from several different adult goods stores; We don't know; They were likely a massive pervert and-or porn addict; and last week." He breathed, and grinned from ear to ear. "We all had a good laugh about it once we got back to the station. So, was it you?"

"I killed people!" Cu shouted. Kumiho looked out the side of the window. "There are gods know how many corpses lining the road, and I have a gallon of blood staining my spear! How… Why aren't you trying to take me in."

"..." Whitehorse looked out the window for a good minute, letting the car just sit there as police were helping the various faunus. "Do you honestly think anyone cares about a bunch of monsters?"

"What?" Cu asked, his eyes widening.

"Situations like this are fairly cut and dry. Huntsmen and huntresses get leeway when it comes to things like this. These aren't innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire, so no one, not us, especially after what we saw when we brought in their victims last week, really gives a shit if you killed them. Honestly I can see at least a dozen of us toasting you tomorrow."

"But I killed them." Cu said sadly.

Whitehorse huffed. "They deserve to die."

Kumiho choked on her response. "Wh-What does that even me- Are you friggin' insane?" Cu simply leaned back into his chair and looked out the window, a horrified expression on his face. "How the hell can you say that?"

"It's really not hard to understand," Whitehorse stated bluntly. "They can either die by huntsman's hands in combat or they can get the noose. It doesn't matter to me. No jury in the world would condemn you for killing them."

Cu simply looked down and whispered, "That's not why I'm worried."

"What?" Kumiho shouted. "They're still people!"

Whitehorse shook his head, and groaned. "Not legally, no, they aren't people."

"The hell do you mean?" Kumiho responded.

The Detective sighed and lit up a cigarette before rolling down the driver side window. "Have you ever wondered just how awful a person could be? Exactly how straight up nasty- Wait, no… Of course not, you don't need to. You've seen it with your own two eyes. Just how monstrous a human can be.

"These men are evil, no more, no less, but their actions don't just hurt their victims. The thing about men like these, is that their actions go far beyond just rape and slavery. When their next victim could be your or your neighbor, you tend to get scared. Everybody on the city's on edge. People are twitchy, frightened, and straight up pissed. Do you see where this is going?"

"... Grimm," Cu whispered.

"Since these men started kidnapping, an increased number of Grimm have been getting through the train tunnels and over defensive fortifications. Worse, there've been attacks on the Thisavros."

Lili spoke up, her soft voice barely audible over the humming of the engine. "We lose the farms there, we all starve to death."

"So… they're-" Kumiho started.

"The Council sent out a kill order on them about two days ago, didn't even take half an hour of deliberation. These men are going to die, either by your hands, ours, or the government's," Whitehorse stated, before grimacing. "Things are getting out of hand if the government has to give a kill order. But it's either that or deal with riots and starvation."

Kumiho blinked and looked at the man's eyes through the overhead mirror. "I haven't heard of any racial violence."

The detective chuckled. "Race riots? Hah! Good one! 'If you can survive here, you're welcome here.' That's how it's been since the Great War. That's how it should be. Humans and faunus aren't at each other's throats, they're at ours."

"But, you're trying to stop all this," Kumiho whispered quietly.

Whitehorse humphed before shifting gears and reversing. "Yeah, but vacuoans are vacuoans, regardless if they have a tail or an extra set of ears. And most vacuoans are wary-at best- of authority that isn't Shade Academy. The faunus are scared of getting kidnapped and humans are scared their friends and neighbors are gonna get kidnapped. They think we aren't doing enough. Honestly who can blame them, we didn't even pick up a lead till you kids got involved." He shook his head, and shifted the car into park, the empty road in front of them flashing from the police lights.

"Gonna be honest with you, though, I would take you back to the station if not for the fact it's not safe. Last week a rogue huntsman killed a contracted huntsman and infiltrated us, disguised as his victim. I think he was looking for information on you, and I'm worried he might come back."

Lili spoke up, her voice barely louder than the muted engine. "What was his weapon? Did he wear armor? What did he look like?"

Whitehorse blinked for a minute. "Sorry. Yeah, okay… he didn't take the dead huntsman's weapon for some reason. The guy had some sort of Longsword on his back and no armor except for a shoulder pad, but that was from the dead huntsman. He had dirty blonde hair, tanned skin, and green eyes. No scars, and he had a sort've round nose and sharp chin. That's all I can remember. Why?"

Kumiho shook her head. "That might be the same guy we fought."

Cu grit his teeth. "Fought's a funny term for it. Jackass nearly killed my best friend." Cu looked downward, a guilty look on his face. Lili looked towards Whitehorse who simply kept his eyes on the road.

"Well, did he say his name?" All three shook their heads, and the detective sighed at the silence. "Okay… Well, we'll look into him. See if he's the same guy. Anything you can give that might confirm it?"

Kumiho nodded and spoke up. "You could look into his sword, I don't know many huntsmen who would wield a pitch black sword."

"That sword ain't normal," Lili looked at Cu's face in the mirror as he mumbled. He furrowed his brow in concentration and he closed his eyes as he grimaced. "It felt too…" He trailed off, the words he wanted to say dying as the conversation continued.

"Pitch black huh?" Whitehorse asked, grabbing her attention. "Alright, then, I'll send word out to some of the other cities, see if they got anything on it. The weapons a good start, most huntsmen and huntresses use unique weapons so it's a good start as any. So anyway, how exactly did you find out about the operation?"

Cu's silver eyes met the detective's through the mirror. "Caleb wanted to go after them, we just tagged along."

"I'm assuming Caleb is your injured friend, correct?" Whitehorse asked. All three of the students nodded in response, and he stroked his stubble. "So how did he find the traffickers?"

The three looked at each other briefly before facing Whitehorse. The Car passed through three red lights during their silence. Kumiho spoke up as the car turned onto the parkway that lead to the train station, the streetlights creating flashes of light through the darkened car. "We… don't really know. I just followed his signal when he didn't return when he was supposed to. He was hiding in some alley behind a dumpster when two of those guys tried to kidnap me. We found an address to some unused car repair shop or something encoded in this case under the car. I honestly don't know how he figured they would stop there."

"Wait," Cu spoke up, "Did ya' say dumpster?" Kumiho nodded her head. "Ah. I think I figured it out. Now everything makes sense."

"Eh?" Kumiho responded. "How in the hell does the word 'dumpster' make everything fall into place."

"Me 'n' Caleb went by some camp of homeless people. He gave this little, tiny girl and her damn monster of an Atlesian Shepherd these big heaping steaks he cooked before we left."

Kumiho rolled her eyes, "I was wondering what that smell was."

"Yeah. I'm thinking she might have something to do with it." Cu finished, a grin on his face. The Detective nodded slowly as he moved into the far right lane of the parkway.

"Cu," Lili spoke up. "It's Caleb."

Cu blinked before wincing. "Yeah, okay. I wouldn't put it past him to give homeless kids steaks, he's an odd sort've nice, yeah. But he knew her name! Kit or somethin' simple like that. I figure that's how he met her."

"Was she a faunus?" Whitehorse asked, a look of curiosity on his face.

"Yeah, a fox faunus like Miho except actually cute-HRK-" Kumiho punched Cu in the side. "Ungh, that was my spare kidney. I was saving that for graduation!"

"Mmm. She nearly got kidnapped," he said. "She somehow got away, and then told your friend where it happened. He waited there in case they came back. A gamble, but it paid off. Did you learn anything? Where their other bases are, who's behind the whole thing?"

Kumiho shook her head. "Besides the fact that the kidnappers are faunus traffickers, and what they do to people, no."

Whitehorse tsked and groaned. "Damn. Well that's one hope drowned in sand. Do you know a Griss Cielo."

Cu shook his head, "No I don't think so."

"Wait. Former white fang? Goat Faunus?" Kumiho asked. The Detective simply nodded his head in response, to which Kumiho ahhed in realization. "Yeah, that asshole nearly got us killed."

"Ah, so he isn't a friend of yours?" The Detective said as he switched lanes. Kumiho shook her head and he sighed. "I was honestly hoping to get a little bit more than 'We kinda winged it.'"

"Sorry." Cu and Kumiho said simultaneously.

"Ahh don't worry about it. Anyways that explains how you found them last week but that doesn't explain how you found them this time. Same tactic or what?" The three students simply looked out the windows, the look of regret clear on their faces. "What's wrong?"

Kumiho coughed. "We knew they were kidnapping faunus… so we split up into two groups to catch them in the act, and follow their truck back."

"Oh." He stated. "Yeah, okay, now things are getting too grey for my opinion. I preferred this conversation when you guys didn't put civilians at risk. But I get it; exchanging one victim's temporary pain to save the whole. Waste time and let them get away, or use it, and take a nosedive towards an extremely dangerous mindset. 'Course it could be argued they'd have been taken anyway." He shook his head. "Honestly though, I can't say what you did was right or wrong, but..."

The conversation died as the Detective pulled off of the parkway and onto another road, cars containing blissfully unaware office workers next to them. The silence lasted until they reached the train station. He parked the car on the side of the road and simply let the engine rev for a good two minutes before speaking.

"Just be careful," he said. "The more steps like that you take, the closer you get to becoming just like them."

He opened the door and got out, popping another cigarette into his mouth before opening the door for Cu and Kumiho to climb out of the police car. Lili exited the car at around the same time Kumiho did, and walked around the front of the car. Whitehorse flicked off the ash from the cigarette before returning it to the corner of his mouth. He ficked the pack he held in his hand so that one stuck out, before offering one to her teammates.

"I'm too young." "I don't smoke."

He shrugged, and inhaled, the burning edge moving back as he drew in more smoke. "Suit yourself. Anyways you have about er," he said, smoke coming out of his mouth, before looking at his watch, "ten or so minutes 'fore the next train to Shade gets here. Now, we'll send a guy with the rest of your weapons tomorrow, including your friend's weapon."

"-s" Cu said.

"... Why did you just hiss at me?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"Weapons. With an 's'," Kumiho clarified. "Caleb brought a bunch with him that weren't with him when he fell unconscious."

The detective squeezed his nose, "A bunch? Your… oh Gods you're serious. Alright, fine… can you remember what they look like?"

Cu nodded. "A big fancy revolver with a two headed bear on the grip-that's his baby, by the way- another pistol with some strange symbols on the side of the slide, some sort of ray-gun pistol thing, a semi-automatic rifle, a silenced sniper rifle that should be on one of the roofs, and a really large… erm… rifle, I want to say. It's about three-and-a-half to four kilos, and has wires around the barrel. I last saw it in the middle of the road."

Whitehorse's cigarette fell out of his mouth as he simply stared at Cu for what felt like a good solid minute. A look of dumbfounded confusion began to grow and his mouth began to open and close, as if he couldn't find the words necessary to express his befuddlement.

"Oh! He also had this really nice combat knife," Kumiho said, dealing the final blow. Lili hid her smirk as Whitehorse's eyes began to twitch.

The detective shook his head, "Of course. Of course! His armory wouldn't be complete without the ever valuable and mighty combat knife! Why in the grimm filled hell does he carry so much?"

Cu said, "Said he got used to it. Doesn't really slow him down all too much."

"I don't… that doesn't…" The Detective groaned. "Well shit… he's that kind of huntsman, the one that gets sentimental about 'em. I'll let the officers know to look for 'em. We should be able to get your weapons in about, eh… a couple days or so. Anyway, train's coming soon, so I guess I'll see you later. Call if you find anything, you know our number."

Whitehorse entered his car and drove off, his red tail lights disappearing beyond the corner out of sight. The remaining members of team CRML sighed as they looked at each other. No words came from their mouths, and they simply sat on one of the benches until the train entered the station. A couple students left the passenger car next to the one they entered, adjusting their clothes and looking away from each other. Cu chuckled as he took a seat before leaning back and closing his eyes.

"Tomorrow…Today's gonna suck," He said. "I just know it."

"The hell do you mean comatose?" Dew shouted, causing everyone in the somewhat barren cafeteria to glance at the three teams sitting in the corner. Weekends meant most of the students left for home to see their parents, though some had started to come back. Enough still remained to take up all the best chairs in the tan walled cafeteria, leaving the group of eleven huntsmen and huntresses to take the corner seats. The smell of eggs and bacon still wafed through the air, and would until they switched to the dinner menu early in the afternoon.

I knew it. Cu thought as he leaned into his hands, a look of pure exhaustion plastered on his face. To his left Kumiho avoided eye contact with the other two teams in the know about Caleb. "It's official. Today sucks ass."

"Well," Lili peeped out. "He uh… A-uh… Kumiho?"

Kumiho glared at Lili. "Don't look at me, you were the one who took the shot."

"Shot? What shot?" Octavia asked, a look of dawning horror on her face. "You… didn't shoot him, did you?"

"I-... he… he told me to take the shot."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Brawnz interrupted, before slamming his hands onto the table. "Caleb told you to shoot him? Why?"

Kumiho sighed. "Lili saw a structural weakness in a small water tower that we needed to topple for-" She hesitated, briefly looking over at Cu from the corner of her eyes. "-Reasons... Caleb just… happened to be under the Water Tower at the time."

Roy leaned forward and whispered. "His aura isn't that weak anymore, though. He is taking the pills right?"

Ya' just answered your own question!

The three teams looked around before leaning forward. Cu sighed. "Yeah, I've been making sure he takes 'em every mornin'. Hasn't missed a single day. Seem to be working too. But his aura already ran out by that point."

May winced. "Oh crap, you mean…"

Cu shook his head. "Don't worry. He stabilized 'fore even getting to the hospital. Now we just have to wait."

Kumiho laughed in response. "Weren't you the one crying while holding him in your arms?" Cu jabbed her in the side, to which she snickered.

Octavia sighed. "Thank the First for small miracles." She shook her head and adopted a confused expression. "So who exactly were you fighting that warranted you to shoot an old water tower anyways. You never told us that."

The present members of team CRML looked at each other for a brief moment. "You know all those faunus being kidnapped around the city? Well, Caleb decided to go fight the people behind it."

Nolan slammed his hands down on the table. "He was the one who found them? How? The police have been looking for those bastards for at least a month! How in the Grimm filled hell did he find them?"

"He asked some homeless girl," Cu replied, his blunt tone expressing the truth of the statement. When the others gave him an odd look he simply shrugged. "Don't look at me, I don't got no clue how he even found her."

"Anyways," Brawnz spoke up, cracking his knuckles. "This means you guys went up against traffickers. That's a bit more dangerous than some gang or two bit muggers."

Kumiho shook her head and looked to her right. Down past the numerous empty seats sat some of the other first year teams. A group of students sat around the farthest table laughing and eating, their conversation much cheerier in comparison to their own. Half of the students were faunus of some kind, and true to Shade academy, no one really cared. Kumiho sighed.

"Something up?" Roy asked.

"It doesn't really make any sense" Kumiho said. "I've been thinking about it almost constantly. I just don't get it. Why target faunus exclusively?"

"What doesn't make sense?" Nolan huffed. "They're racist assholes. There's no other reason."

"No she's right. Traffickers don't this kind of thing," Dew said, earning a surprised look from the other students. "They don't usually kidnap people, mostly they just bait them into coming with them."

Kumiho shook her head. "Good point, but it's not just that. If they were going to do it to only faunus, why would they choose Vacuo. They're clearly smart enough to evade the police, they should know what would happen. Not to mention that rogue huntsman."

"Rogue huntsman pull crap like this all the time," Roy said, a sneer on his face. "That's why warrants are out for them. What makes you think a rogue wouldn't do something like this."

Kumiho shook her head back and forth. "Dunno. Just a gut feeling."

Nebula raised an eyebrow. "You think something else is going on?" Kumiho simply nodded her head. "Like what exactly? Think they're terrorists? Human Supremacists? C'mon, that's just movie logic."

"Maybe they're trying to cause panic," Octavia brought up. "I mean Grimm attacks have been on the rise after all."

Cu nodded. "Yeah, there's a kill order out for 'em. Maybe the Council knows something we don't." The others stood there in shock for a good half minute, horrified expressions on all but Roy's face. "What?"

"A kill order?" Dew asked, her voice shaking. Cu simply nodded, looking back and forth. "That hasn't happened in thirty years. Things must be dire if the headmaster though it was a good idea."

Cu blinked. "Headmaster Lyons is part of the Council?"

Dew shook her head, before stopping and biting her lip and tilting her head. She nodded briefly before shaking her head again. "Technically no, but he has more clout than even the other council members."

Octavia sat back. "He picked the initial members of the council, since there wasn't exactly a democratic process in Vacuo at the time, and the city needed some form of government or it'd've gone straight to the grimm... again. He didn't want to be king, even if people thought he should be. He also wanted to avoid a second Faunus Rights Revolution, so he choose a bunch of politicians from the other four nations whose council's abandoned them."

"Four… you mean one of 'em's from Menagerie?" Cu asked.

Octavia nodded her head. "Yup. Cherry Willow and Leo Beoulve. They're quite nice from what I hear. Despite them all having differing political views, they all share one thing in common. They all have respect for Lyons. The Council always asks him for advice when things like this happen. People trust Lyons far more than them, and his advice saved this country more than once. Going more than a decade without any violent uprisings is honestly shocking. Declaring a kill order is too important for them not to ask him."

"According to Caleb, Lyons didn't even know who the kidnappers were until he told him," Kumiho replied. "The fact that it took only a half hour of deliberation means that he might have even suggested it."

"He might know something we don't," Cu said as he jabbed his fork into a slice of ham. He took the entire slice in one bite, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk as he chewed. "Maythbe thbey habe dippherent ghoals thab we thib."

Gwen grimaced. "Do you want to try chewing your food before you talk."

Do ya' want to try not being a bitch?

Cu swallowed. "I dunno. Maybe I like talking with food in mouth." He shook his head. "Anyways, I said that maybe they have different goals than what we think. Perhaps they're after something. Or someone."

"Maybe," Brawnz said. "Or maybe they're terrorists like what Nebula said. Maybe they're trying to draw grimm here to kill everyone. Or they could just be racist pieces of crap. Nolan isn't always wrong." He shook his head before leaning into his hands. "So, when are you gonna visit him?"

"Honestly, when he gets settled in the Doc's office," Cu said. The others looked at hih as if he suddenly grew a second head.

"But," Brawnz said, glaring at Cu. "You said he was your best friend. Why-"

"Hospital messaged the Headmaster this morning" Kumiho interrupted. "He then sent us a copy of the message. They said he healed up enough there that they were comfortable sending him over tonight. He's still unconscious, but they figure he'll wake up in a couple a' days. I'm more worried they burned his clothes. He seemed to like that silk scarf of his."

"The dust filled hell is up with his body? That's fast," Brawnz said, before shaking his head back and forth. "Sorry. Well… sorry for asking that and for thinking you weren't gonna go visit him"

"Nah," Cu said leaning his head into his hand. "You're in the right. I'd be mighty pissed if someone didn't' go visit their best friend after something like this. But yeah, we're just waiting for word from Calendula"

"Will you let us know when they're approaching?" Nebula asked

"Sure, but we should all wait at least a couple 'a' hours or so." Cu responded. "Honestly we wanna wait till he gets settled in with Calendula. 'Be a bit awkward if we just stood outside as she yelled at his body… or felt him up again."

"Nice," Nolan said. Cu simply looked at the blue clothed youth dryly before shaking his head. Octavia frowned, her eyes narrowing as she glared at her half empty plate. Cu decided that she found Nolan's attitude to be wanting, and decided to not think about any other possibilities, lest he accidently make an ass of himself again.

Some of them still think Caleb and me are an item.

"I was just joking. Doctor Calendula didn't go all Mrs. Robin on Caleb. Caleb said she forced him to show her… her his scars after she felt his scars accidently while using that stethoscope."

Nolan moaned. "Boring! That's boring! I reject this stupid reality where students can't seduce sexy nurses. At least Roy has a chance there." Octavia smiled, closing her eyes contentedly and sighing as Roy smacked Nolan on the back of the head.

"I'm honestly surprised he's still alive," Gwen said. "After initiation and this, I'm beginning to think he might just be immortal." Cu nodded in agreement, before standing up to grab more meat.

"Damn, but that hurt good," the huntsman said as he unwrapped the bandages around his chest. The faded bruises he got from the force of that Caleb kid's rifle, and the headache he got from that berserking dog faunus made him smile ear to ear in pure joy. He touched and rubbed them, feeling the aches in his body as he rubbed over his injured muscles. A line of drool came from the side of his mouth as the light pain went up his chest, the feeling completely and utterly alien to the man. He leaned back into his black chair and sighed, scratching his brow as he relaxed.

A single light, from the terminal on the new Atlesian desk in front of him, brightened up the dark red back wall of his office. The bookshelves sat empty with a few musk-scented tomes gathering dust from their disuse, and a couple of the crooked paintings let the huntsman know that one of those idiots wanted to mess with him. He huffed out a quick sigh as he pressed a couple buttons on the terminal. He looked through the various communication logs from his men. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he registered most of their conversations. Most of the men simply talked to each other about how good their "products" felt or how much abuse they got away with before one of their immediate superior's stepped in. Others dealt with racist insults that mostly involved the word "Bestiality" sprinkled liberally throughout the messages.

Shaking his head the man pulled out a bottle of scotch from one of the drawers. He filled a small shot glass with the golden liquid before gulping it down. Shaking his head he filled another glass as he heard tentative footsteps approaching his door and stop. He snorted as the liquid created a curved top near the rim of the glass, the surface tension just enough to keep the liquid from overflowing. He smiled as he heard whispers from beyond the door, a young voice trembling in fear as an even more terrified older voice forced the owner to move forward.

"I wouldn't recommend coming in right now," the huntsman said as he leaned back in his chair. "It's scotch o'clock and this glass is overfull. Any slight vibration would spill the drink. I think you know how I feel aboutwasting." He chuckled as he heard the two henchmen step backwards. "I'd wait a good, uh... five minutes, enough for me to get nice and drunk before coming in." A green light on the desk began to flash rapidly and the image of a chess piece filled up the built in terminal. "-Make that fifteen minutes."

He stood up, listening in content as the two henchmen ran off. He sighed as he pressed the button to answer. A holographic icon of a black queen piece appeared above the desk, and bile rose up in the man's stomach. "Hello," he said in his most seductive voice. "You've reached Hot Vacuoan Studs hotline, for all of your intimate needs. Our records show that you've called over twenty times in the past month, would you like to talk to Big Dick Bull again or would you rather chat with someone else?"

He smiled contently as he heard a growl come through the speaker. "No joking around."

He snickered as he sat back down. "Says who? Our boss? She doesn't give a shit if I mess with any of you assholes."

"And perhaps your plan would succeed if you spent more time searching than joking."

He snorted. "You're one to talk. Didn't your little thief get fought off by a little girl?"

"Do not question my methods," she said. He could feel the heat. "My plans are coming along perfectly. He's falling for each and every gambit like the fool he is. All the while the Fang are following my orders like good little dogs."

"Is that why you called me?" The man asked with a frown. "To gloat about a bunch of cowards."

"No, I called because I need to know if you have her yet."

"Do you?" The huntsman asked.

"That's a no then," She replied. The Huntsman growled, feeling her smug grin his bones. He hated that grin, and imagined punching it off.

"I should warn you though," the man said, "Things are going to get quite difficult from now on."

"Of course," She said matter-of-factly. "Ozpin and his sheep are not the kind to give up so easily."

"I'm still trying to figure out if that kid was in on that. He didn't seem like an utter fool."

"A child?" She asked, her voice screeching in anger. "Since when does someone like you get beaten by a mere child."

"I guess you don't want to hear about how he was a traveller then." There was a silence on the other end for a good minute. The huntsman swiftly drank his spilt drink and filled the glass again. His head began to lighten from the alcohol as the woman began to speak again.

"You lie."

"Well that certainly changed your tune," he said. "Well, I don't blame you for not believing me, I as sure hell wouldn't. He clearly didn't come from one of the four kingdoms."

"It's impossible. It's always a single traveller when they come. That's how it works."

The man raised his right eyebrow. "Are we the kind of people that trust rules now?"

"You know damn well what I mean! It's always been just one! There can't be more than one, it's impossible!"

"How do you know this isn't the one that you're wailing about?" He asked leaning back into his chair.

"Because she would know if he was!"

"And she would just let us know?" The man leaned forward again. "It wouldn't be the first time she held something back from us. Are you sure-"

"Sure?" she asked. "Sure about what? That you're seeing things that don't exist? That you're not as strong as you think you are? That what you did was a fluke?"

The man growled. "It would be flukes, not fluke. I thought you were the meticulous one. Fine. Ignore me. You can come here and get killed by him if you want, I don't give a shit. You called for a reason. What do you need me for?"

"I don't need you."

"You called me." He imagined her shaking her head in annoyance, bringing a smile to his face.

"I needed to know your progress. My plan hinges on making sure that she doesn't interfere. This conversation has lasted too long. Get a grip and kill that huntsman if he's interfering. Do your job. "

"Hmph," He grunted. "Need I remind you exactly who I killed to earn my place."

"Do not threaten me." She said sharply. He grinned, knowing he won. "Neither were as strong as I am, and we both know this."

The man humphed and sat back. "I'd actually believe that, if you didn't need the maiden's power just to intimidate someone more important than a beggar and a paraplegic."

There was a silence that filled the room as the static from the connection became the only audible thing in the room. The connection dropped suddenly as the hologram disappeared, the woman on the other end ceasing their conversation abruptly. The man smiled softly as he leaned back in his chair. He knew he secretly loved the conversations he had with the half-maiden, since hearing her break never failed to fill him with the greatest satisfaction. He drew out of the warm phase of his joy as one of the traffickers he now controlled entered the room, shaking nervously as he approached the desk.

"Good timing," the huntsman said. The man gulped as he stood across the table. Bloody bandages covered the man's left arm. The man looked absolutely traumatized, and his nervousness around the huntsman helped him as much as a bullet to the head. "Speak, kid. I don't have all morning."

"W-We were attacked last night, sir."

"Yes, we lost the warehouse to those kids," he said bluntly, inwardly sighing. "If you don't shape up-"

"Uh… sir… that's not what I meant," the man said interrupting the huntsman. He raised an eyebrow as the man began again. The man placed a map down for him to see. "We lost half our procurement squad here," the man said, pointing to a spot close to where the group that freed the warehouse struck last week. "About a few blocks from the village."

"I thought I told you to wait a few weeks before going back."

The man shook his head. "It was Redd's idea. He- he said that one of the guys who got arrested last week mentioned seeing someone like who you're looking for."

"Okay," the huntsman sighed. "So you went looking for the golden egg. And you what? Got attacked by police?"

"No," the man said. "We were attacked by a dog."

The huntsman blinked, and scowled. "Are you telling me… that a fully armed group of SIX got nearly wiped out by a single damn dog?" The huntsman stood up, furious at the sheer incompetence.

What was the point of bringing them here? I could do better on my own!

"The dog's aura was unlocked!" The man said backing up.

The huntsman blinked before sitting down again. "What?" He asked emotionlessly.

"The dog's-"

"I get that," the man said gesturing with his hand for the man to be quiet. "Stop. Shut up. A dog with it's aura unlocked, a tough one no less, in this city? Too convenient. Do you have anything? Pictures, videos?"

The man pulled out his scroll and began scrolling about with his finger. He then shakily handed the device over to the huntsman, who took the electronic device from the man's hand with a snap. The huntsman stared at the photo for a good long while, a smile growing on his face as he stood there. "I'm sorry, kid. I underestimated you and your group. You all take a break, you've done well."

"Sir?" the man questioned.

"Leave. Please," the huntsman said in a kind voice. "As I said, take a break. I'm going to need you at your best for what's to come."

The man stuttered about before leaving in a rush. The huntsman's hands shook as he held the device, placing it down on the desk, coving a bit of the light from the room. He began to shake as the sounds of a crowd of pre-shipping customers filled his ears through the open door. He began laughing as took a seat, covering his eyes as his grin grew ever larger. He sighed deeply and sent a single message to a good dozen of his best employees.

"I wonder how this one will fare."

AN: I honestly just didn't want to go through a "Hunters suck" "No Police Suck!" pointless argument in a police station.

Again, sorry for not updating sooner. It shouldn't take this long for the next one.