"Flynt Coal. Musician, assistant and wearer of out dated vests" Torchwick began in a dry tone, placing his cane in the corner, leaning it against the wall of the currently stationary vehicle. The young man on the floor only gave a silent gulp, staring up at the Crime Lord. "That was a joke. You do have sense of humour, don't ya?"

Flynt could only nod in response, losing any sort of feeling in his vocal chords and legs in a mix of surprise and fear. Torchwick frowned at this. "Well, get up and make yourself comfortable. It's not polite to stay on the ground" He raised his gloved fingers to rasp his knuckles against the window pane that separated him from the driver, the car lurching into ignition.

The boy's body acted of its own volition, jumping up at the simple command and sloppily falling into the long couch-like extension of the limo's walls. Preferably, Flynt would have felt more comfortable if he was able to place himself out of the vicinity of Torchwick's view, but the available room seemed to shrink in on him. "Uh, yeah… Very funny, sir"

Reaching into his pockets, Torchwick sent Flynt a grin at the words. "Respectful, your old man raised you well" He pulled out a thick black cigar, his silver tongue clicking against his teeth as he plopped the cigar between his lips. "Though you could improve on your lying" He takes his cane in hand, twisting it so the foot end pointed at his face, and opening up to reveal a small lighter to the side of what seemed to be various pieces of advanced machinery.

"Yes, sir" Flynt repeated, he was trapped in a confined space with a man who's still on Vale's most Wanted List, the boy knew this was not the time to be snarky. "Why am I here?"

"Because you got in the vehicle?" More silence. "That was a joke…" Roman shifted uncomfortably, muttering to himself about a 'tough crowd'. "I wanted to talk to you, about how much I can offer you. I trust that you have yet to open the package I sent you?"

The ex-con threw his hands up with an apologetic gaze. "Look, I'm sorry Mr Torchwick, Sir. But I'm not a criminal anymore, I'm making an honest living now. I left all that… behind me"

"Of course, of course. And I admire you for that"

"A-Admire, sir?"

"I mean, all us down here are struggling to pull out enough green to get out of bed in the morning, because this city decided to turn its back on the poor and defenceless. Instead going to the rich fat cats, spewing their poisonous drivel into our fair city" Out came the cigar, accompanied by a choking breath of smoke a few seconds later. "And here you are, managing to survive straight while we just go off the deep end. An amazing thing really"

Flynt looked down at his feet, trying to block out Torchwick's praise. Gramps had always told him that a compliment is simply a way to let down your guard. "I'm sorry, I'm just brownnosing now, aren't I?"

"No, it's alright" The boy nodded again, while Torchwick was a terrifying man to mess with, Flynt wasn't given any reason to be nervous as Roman has treated him with nothing but respect so far. I never saw who pushed me into the car. "But I already said, I'm done with crime"

"I'm not asking you to do anything illegal, Flynt" Torchwick reached over to take ahold of the other man's shoulder. "I need specific types of dust, and you're the only one I trust to be a supplier. You know your dust. Just like you know your way around a saxophone. That ain't nothing illegal is it?"

"I can't just give away dust, business is under as it is"

"You know I ain't a charity, Flynt. But I don't treat anyone else like a charity either. You supply, I pay. It's like a usual transaction for you, you just need to be more… discreet about it. Know what I'm saying?"

"I hear you" Flynt only continued to look uneasy at the prospect, until Torchwick pull out his last trump card.

A thick stack of Lien fell at Flynt's feet. "Loud and clear?" The image of 'Dust till Dawn' appeared in his mind, a closed sign covering the door, the windows allowing a peek inside. To an empty room.

"…Loud and clear"

"So, you talked to a stranger?"

"Yes!"

"Who was also a member of the opposite sex?"

"And you didn't screw it up so bad that he left?"

"I KNOW!" Ruby continuous proud bouncing at her 'achievement' threatened to knock Ren's herbal tea right out of his hand, he had made Nora stand at the other end of the room for a reason. "And he even gave me his number! Friends do that, right?"

Ren raises an eyebrow, slowly pulling away from the living bouncing ball for the moment. "Various types…"

"Ha! SUCK IT, YANG! I befriended a total stranger WITHOUT help!" Unfortunately for Ren, Ruby's leg came up in her 'happy dance', her foot slamming right into his tea cup. He was not given the appropriate time to morn. "When I tell her, she'll be so proud!"

"Well, didn't it only happen because I sent you to 'Dust till Dawn' " The ginger leg-breaker pointed out, to which Ruby snapped to face her.

The crimson Superhero yelled "This is my big triumphant moment, don't take this away from me!"

"Didn't you follow him because you thought he was a criminal?" Questioned Ren

"Well… Yeah"

"And didn't it turn out that he was?" Ruby didn't even notice that Nora was currently stuffing her face with pancakes that belonged to the Raven haired Vigilante, as she slumped down onto the couch.

"On second thought… Don't tell Yang"

The man gave himself a moment of silence for his beverage, looking back over to Ruby "She's up in Minstral, not much she can do"

"She can laugh…" Ruby's disappointment came muffled through her couch pillows. ""…And then make a bad pun"

"I doubt she could ma-"

"Don't underestimate her power, her puns would make even the most soulless of people sigh!" The girl turned around with the pillow still pressing against her face. "She'll make them go out with a Yang"

Ren and Nora sighed.

"See!?" Ruby sated proudly, viscously poking the air to point at them.

"Back on the subject of this Jaune" Ren returned to a semi-serious expression as he spoke "Did he actually give you any useful information?"

"He gave me his phone number…"

"And?"

"And a milkshake"

Nora rested her head on the arm of the couch just beside Ruby, a frown on her face. "Lucky… We need milkshakes. Let's get milkshakes!"

"Like hell you will!" The vigilante almost shrieked "The milkshake was very filling, especially when I came home to find that SOMEBODY decided to eat all of my pancakes"

"I told you… The pancakes were talking to me…"

The girl crossed her arms, a pout on her lips. "Pancake Theif" Before Nora could initiate her 'Happy Manuver' (A.K.A pinching and stretching the younger girl's cheeks), the lone scream of a police siren broke through the gap of the room's open window. "Ren, fetch me my cloak!"

"…"

"Please?" Soon the crimson piece of cloth had managed to wrap around her head again, coiling round to cover Ruby's vision. "You did that on purpose!"

"That siren's getting quieter…" He avoided the accusation, simply shifting his gaze to the window.

"Right! Uh, cloak. Check. Moonshine, a little… damaged. But, check. Opposite coloured socks. Check" She pushes up the window, allowing the night air to slam into her face and drag on her hair. Making every word a struggle. "Criminals beware, Wonder Girl is here… Wait, no. Pink Fury! No. Mayb-"

"Just go already!"

"RIGHT!" The now cloaked vigilante almost fell out of the window at the yell of 'encouragement' from her friends, but like the 'highly trained and kickass' super hero she was, she managed not to go straight out of the window. "Bla, bla, bla. You guys are amazed. Bla, bla, bla. Here I come" With that final… Sentence, the 'Superhero' leaped from the window, launching herself onto the adjacent rooftop.

It wasn't the most typical establishment of legal and trustworthy transactions, an old arrangement of broken down tube chimneys atop of the old facility that had once been known as a factory. From what Flynt knew, it used to produce various vehicles for a public sale from recycled scraps, obviously the idea of using recycled, rusty materials to produce products didn't create enough sales to keep the factory up judging from the various unfinished car parts put together and scattered around the grounds.

"Remind me why we're making a deal in a suspicious and abandoned factory where we're probably not allowed" The boy directed his question to the younger and shorter goon beside him, the one he recognised as the messenger the other day. Flynt recalled another one of Torchwick's men referring to the boy as 'Vomit Boy'.

The boy in question seemed to jump up a few feet at the question, his shoulders trembling to such a degree that Flynt almost mistook it for a spasm. "Because the boss said so?"

"You don't ask enough questions" Flynt concluded out loud with a slight shake of his head, pushing forward with a crate supported by his arms. "Ignorance is only rewarded with a lot of stumbling" the quote of his old man only succeeded in dampening his own mood.

"And the mouth that doesn't know when to stay shut gets blown off…" Jaune responded in a more whiny tone, his eyes darting around like he expects Junior to jump out any moment to beat some respect into them.

Another shake of his head, Flynt groaned at the jumpiness of the other boy. "How did you end up as a criminal with such little guts?" He didn't know why Jaune was acting so jittery, in his experience Junior had been one of the most unintimidating criminal he'd ever encounter which reflected very well within his men. I swear to Ohm, Torchwick is making me a babysitter. The thought passed his mind as he witnessed another crony trying to convince another that he needed a break after failing to pick up a crate for five minutes.

For a moment Jaune had his closest impression to a fierce glare pointed at Flynt (Which looked more akin to the look of someone whose about to vomit) "Hey, I have plenty of guts! Just… Not when Junior wants me to do something…" The boy's head sunk to stare at the ground in self-pity.

As per Torchwck's arrangement Flynt had 'transferred' a cargo of different dust crystals to the outskirts of what was considered the 'safe' part of Vale, from there he was instructed to meet Junior and carry the cargo through a long path through a maze of alleyway. Flynt assumed that this was to bypass any security that could catch a glimpse of the tracks to the gang's dealings, he didn't mind this as it lessened any chance of connecting this to his Gramps.

"Uhuh. If you don't toughen up soon, you'll just end up getting shot" The blond boy visibly paled at these words.

"R-really!?"

Flynt could only roll his eyes again (Any more times and they'd threaten to roll right out of their sockets), fixing Jaune with an incredulous look of confusion. These can't be Torchwick's only gang, they're complete pushovers. Maybe that's why they're doing the grunt work, if they're caught he doesn't lose anything… The thoughts were shaken from the boy's mind, he did not want to think like that, if they're expendable, by the same standards so is he. Just deliver the crystals, take your payment and get back to Gramps while he's still yelling at the TV screen for his game show contestant failing.

Jaune seemed to have calmed down slightly, the colour returning to his face, a sigh escaping his lips. "I'm… annoying you, aren't I?" Flynt did not reply. "I know I'm a failure at all this, it's nothing new…"

"Stop it." Snapped Flynt, a small growl rising from his throat as he easily shut Jaune up. "I don't have time for your self-pity bullshit, I don't want to hear your sob story and I don't want to endure your whining for the night. Clear?" Jaune immediately nodded meekly.

To be fair, he could have phrased that all much better then he did, maybe gently hint at Jaune that there were more things to focus on or try and encourage the other boy to cheer up. But it was 8pm, he was doing something that could very well be illegal and all for the only chance of saving his business. All in all, he was stressed and did not have enough tolerance for a helpless criminal.

Briefly he thought about apologising for the outburst, but looking to the other gang members starting to catch up made him shoo that thought away. You never go back unless you want to look like an idiot, well, in crime at least. Where it can get you killed.

"S-sorry…" Jaune glued his gaze to the floor again, though this required more physical effort on his part as he still held a crate. "I'll shut up now" The boy looked pretty pathetic in his baggy pants, white torn shirt and small black mask.

Wait, mask?! Upon a double take Flynt noticed that this whole time Jaune had been wearing a rather small mask which looked akin to a kids Halloween costume made by someone's mother, a long piece of cloth wrapping around his head with two eye holes cut out. "What…the hell are you…Pft…" Looking at the boy now, Flynt had to admit, the mask just made the boy look pretty hilarious for what was supposed to be a grown man.

"Why are you laughing?"

"That mask, what the hell do you have a mask on for!?" If there wasn't currently a large crate filling his arms, Flynt would have been gripping onto his stomach for dear life. "You look like a five year old"

"It's supposed to look intimidating..."

"Intimidating is a loaded weapon. Intimidating is threatening glare. Intimidating is not a little kid about to ask for candy"

Junior's shrill voice boomed over them in a desperate fashion. "Alright, you mooks. Hurry up. I don't want Torchwick getting pissy at me, so move your asses"

"Alright, just hand over the bag and I won't have to get rough" The gruff demand of the mugger was probably louder then he intended, bouncing off the walls of the rather brightly lit alleyway.

An old fragile looking lady stood in front of the mugger with not even a hint of fear, only mild annoyance. She bellowed "Arg, not so loud! You'll hurt my poor ears! I'm not 23 anymore, you know"

The mugger was taken aback by the ladies yell, so much so that he almost dropped his weapon. "Uh, sorry Mam!" A few seconds of silent glares followed until the mugger finally screamed. "Wait, why am I apologising!? I'M NOT SORRY!"

In retaliation to the man's screaming the old lady raised a wooden cane over her head and swung it in the mugger's general direction, imediately the man jumped out of the way of the lady's 'fierce' weapon, already failing to hold his guise of 'intimidating mugger'. "Hey, stop that! I'm the one with the gun!"

"Stop, dooer… of evil. I have come to-" Ruby had no time to finish her introduction as a wooden cane came down on her forehead, sending her stumbling forward.

Soon the Old Woman's screeches reached her ears "Stop yelling in my ear, you hooligan!"

"Yeah, kid. You're too loud. Tone it down" The mugger agreed to the confusion of the vigilante, though backing off a little when Ruby gave him a glare.

"I'm perfetly fine with the volume of my voice..." She crossed her arms and muttered a slight 'hmpf' as her bacck hunched over slightly to add to her grumpyness, before she coughed into her arm and attempted to start again. "Now, let's start over. I'm here to kick you to the curve for holding an old woman up at gunpoint"

A roll of the eyes came from the 'victum', who simply responded ''Its not that big a deal''

''He's threatenign you with a gun!"

"It's not even real" To Ruby's surprise upon looking at the gun itself, it was a bright green water pistol which looke no where near authentic. It even still ahs the price tag on it!

"Why are you mugging people with toy guns?"

"Look, I'm on a budget. i'm sorry if I'm not the most glamorous mugger, but I don't go around critisising you"

"What the he-" And the cane came down yet again on poor Ruby's forehead, accompanied by a protest of 'No swearing!'. This only confused Ruby more in her already disorientated state, sticking her hand out to press against the wall for support. "Ow…Ow... What the hell is your problem, lady! I'm saving you!" It was supposed to be yelled, but Ruby could only muster an annoyed groan.

"I do not need the assistance of some whippersnapper hyped up on dope!" A log boney finger was shoved into Ruby's face, the fierce face of the old lady (Which looked more like a roaring lion) was even enough to cause the mugger to back away a few paces. "I want your name right now, little missy! Do your parents know about this?"

"D-dope!? I've never taken a drug in my life!" Ruby was taken aback, but still protested with her voice back to it's original volume. She had never even encountered drugs before… Well, there was those suspicious brownies I stole from Uncle Qrow once, but that is beside the point! The mugger had now taken a slumped seat a trash can to watch the spectacle unfold.

"Don't lie to me, girly!" Again the cane came into context with the caped vigilante's forehead. "I've see the lot of ya, down the street with your burned condoms and skin tight pants. Just last week I was assaulted by another girly, she was drooling ya see. Screaming about pancakes!"

Back over on the trash can, the mugger raised his hand with a nervous stutter. "Uh… Should I just go?"

"STAY THERE AND SHUT UP!" The small girl yelled, clamping the man's mouth shut from the words alone.

Ohm damn it, Nora. "That's it, you're insane. I'm done"

"Never turn your back on your elders when they're trying to scold you, I'm not finished. I still have to talk about that ridiculous outfit"

"What do you mean by that!?" Venows poured from Ruby's lips, out of all the things Ruby couldn't stand (Anti-Cookie people, washing machines, Pandas, ect.), overall she hated people who broke rule number 5. Don't diss the cloak. Even if this rule had only been made recently. "THIS CLOAK IS AWESOME, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, YOU HAG!" The cane struck multiple times "Ow, stop it!"

"Wait until I tell your parents about this!"

"Good luck, they're in another country!"

"Back in my day, the village would punish the child for the parents. We'd hand them by ther ankles until they learned respect"

"I'm not a child, I'm 21!"

"Short for an adult"

"VERTICALLY CHALLENGED!" She shot back with her tongue stuck out in a rude gesture, her arms crossed to add to the very childish image she displayed. Without hesitation her body turned to face the mugger, she could not take this 'verbal assault' any longer I'm the guardian of the city I don't have time to argue with old ladies! In an instant her speed had taken her right to the mugger, without so much as a greeting she grabbed a fistful of the man's shirt and took off at top speed, dragging the now screaming man behind her.

"On a scale of 1 to ten, that was a 'meh'. Too crazy for this crime fighter…" The winding tight dark alleyways past Ruby as nothing more than ink spots in her vision, her feet carrying faster than she could even see, all she focused on was getting far away from that old crackpot. "I mean, I wasn't the only one who thought she was insane, right?" Her gaze swept down to the man who still continued to scream, unable to even hear her. "Oh right…"

The soles of her shoes left a trail of sparks behind her when they slammed into the ground, bringing her body to a skidding and sudden halt. So sudden that the momentum of her run still carried over to the mugger griping her arm, bringing him up to be sent over the girl and landing on the ground. "Anyway, I better get you t-"

Vomit now stained the ground in front of her like a polluted sea of waste, the mugger hunched over the sea clutching his stomach. "EW, EW, EW!" The 'brave' heroine leaped back like she was a fleeing cat, her mouth agape with disgust at the mess before her.

"My stomach… it feels like I left it a mile back…WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He yelled at her, only remaining stable for a moment before continuing to empty his lunch onto the ground.

"Uh…Sorry…" Wait, he's a criminal! "Wait, no. I'm not sorry. You deserve this for... threatening that lady with a toy gun…" she internally groaned at her sentence, realisation trickling in as she slumped beside the wall, momentarily forgetting about the anguished stomach next to her. "Is this all it's gonna be for me? I mean, I know I've only been a superhero for a few weeks, but you'd think I would have busted more criminals by now. And I mean real criminals, who commit real crimes. That doesn't make me a bad person does it? I just want to do something… productive, not stop stupid illegal copies of DvDs. Or following around nice criminal boys in a way some might think is stalking. Or getting conked on the head by an old lady" The vomiting ensued beside her, the man starting to tear up slightly.

"Yeah, your right. I HAVEN'T EVEN THOUGHT UP THE NAME FOR MY PERSONA YET. What kind of a hero forgets something like that? An amateur, that's who. I just don't know… Maybe I just need to get my hands on something big, maybe I need to find some big criminals. Get my name around… May- Would you mind? I'm trying to have a heart to heart here and your vomiting is making me lose fo- OH COOKIE DOUGH, I'M SO SORRY!"

The man scrambled away from the girl at an impressive rate considering that he was on his hands and knees, it only taking him a moment to reach the lamp post on that illuminated the long alleyway. Ruby followed hs actions with a confused stare, watching as he wrapped his arms around the lamp post crying ''Just leave me for the police, just no more. I don't care about your problems, please, just shut up!"

After delivering a swift kick to the man's stomach the vigilante sighed and did just that, tying him to the pst and writing 'Criminal' in big black letters on his forehead So the police don't miss him! Soon she was alone to climb back up to the roof of the nearest building grumpily, never taking off her frown even as she enjoyed jumping from window and small crevices in the walls to make her way up.

"I can't just wait on roof tops and hope I hear criminals tiping me off with random screams that they're doing somthing illegal, I need a better way to find out where everything is going down... But how? Maybe I can start a secret network of hobo spies? I mean, hobos know everything; that's why everyone always called Uncle Qrow a hobo''

Quite suddenly her barely sown in pocket on her costume errupted in various vibrations accompanied by the soothing tones of 'PUT THAT COOKIE DOWN!', it was her ringtone. Who would call her at this hour? "Ren and Nora know what I'm doing, and Yang is too lazy to even try and do somthing this late..." She pulled it out of her pocket and the screen illuminated her dimly lit position on the roof, a number flashed on the screen along with the words 'Unknown Caller'.

With a suspisous glare at the phone she pressed the green symbol to answer the call, being greeted by a kind elderly voice. "Uh, is this.. The short girl? Miss rose? I hope I got the right number, my minds still not caught up to today..."

"Wait, are you... Flynt's old man?" She let the short comment slide for the moment when she realised that the man had a very worried undertone to his voice, plus the fact that Flynt's gramps was calling her must of meant that something was up; while she had spoken to the man on a few occasions (She enjoyed small talk about book stuff that apparently all the other young people weren't into, when the store was empty he would even make her tea. Though she always dreaded making him mad), but this was the first time it's ever occured without them just happening to see each other at the store.

"Just call me Gramps, dear" There was a moment of irritation, but what ever was worrying the man made him miss Ruby calling him old, something that he would usually do somone's head in for. "And I just wanted to ask... Uh, have you seen Flynt today?"

Flynt? Had somthing happened? "I talked to him this morning at the store, he seemed fine and all. Why?"

"It's just that he left an hour or so ago, looking very... Conflicted. And this was just ater he had an outburst before when we had a fight" Regret rung clearly as the man's voice gave an unsure moment of breathing in before continuing. "I know I shouldn't worry too much, he's an adult now. But, I just... He's usually home by now. You don't think that he's gotten involved with anything dangerous, do you?" Ruby picked up on a bit of hesitation as the man talked, there was somthing he wasn't telling her, but it wasn't her place to pry.

"No! Flynts got a good head on his shulders, he wouldn't do anything stupid. Not unless he had a reason" The Old Man sucked in some air. Or maybe Flynt does have a reason. What aren't you telling me, Gramps? "Tell you what, I'll look for him and tell him that you're worried. Do you know where he was going?" The girl moved away from her spot with the phone to her ear, moving her gaze around to look to the buildings around her, as if she'd suddenly spot Flynt by accident.

"Will you? Thank you, you're such a nice young girl! He said he was going to Glaston Street, you know with that Goodwitch Bakery, near the Security Checkpoints to Downtown"

Without hesitation Ruby looked towards the general direction of the street in question and took off, leaping from the roof and saying a quick farewell to the man before hanging up. Yes, she knew that street well, and not just because of there was a bakery there. It was a natouriously low populated part of vale for the simple fact that it was the closest street to downtown before the security checkpoints, meaning a night sleeping there was basicaly opening your door for a criminal. To most it's simply a haven for the criminals who took over the Downtown areas making a break for it and trying to slip past the law. Whatever buissness Flynt had there, Ruby doubted it could be anything good.

"I'll bring Flynt home safe... I promise"