Dancing Pond was somewhat peaceful. Except for the late night disturbance, Six found herself cozily staying in her bed. Six rubbed her eyes as she slowly wrestled the blanket away from her. She yawned, smacked her lips, then slumped back into the bed. Yet, sleep did not come for her, nor did the sun rise. There was no point in checking the time, her body was already attuned to waking up precisely before the sun rose but not quite so dark.

Six wrestled out of the warm bed, then looked outside. The orange hue seeped into the dark blue sky. She gazed at the shattered moon, and wondered if that was also the devil's doing, and if so why? Suddenly, she smelled it. Herbs and stewed meat. Six quickly dressed into her armor and walked down stairs and passed the reception area to the tables.

"Mornin' miss. I assume you're here for breakfast?" The innkeeper said, manning the tables.

"Morning, and yes, yes I am." Six said.

"Take a seat, I'll get you a menu."

Six comfortably sat at a nearby table and waited excitedly. While food in Remnant was nothing special, it was the lack of radiation and freshness they had. Even if she could eat irradiated food and live off of radscorpions and cazadors, good food was good food. The innkeeper returned.

"Made up your mind?"

"Yes, I'll have oatmeal, the mini-platter, and coffee."

"Sounds good, I'll return with your meal soon."

As Six enjoyed her breakfast, she sensed the stare once more. While the "sense" itself would be impossible, a bullet to the head did strange things to her. Things no science can explain, not even the brainiacs at Big Mt. Inexplicable abilities that Dr.0 could call it 'like a video game.' Six turned back to see no one. There were too many windows to even assume where the direction of her follower was.

"Here's your meal."

"Thank you."

Six strolled in the town markets. After haggling prices for food for the journey, she saw a board with bounties. Ranging from petty thievery from murder. The highest was 15,000, with the waning of an aura user last seen in Vale. Six pulled the bounty off the board and stuffed it into her pocket. Six looked up at the entrance of the town, then to the forest beyond and began walking once more.

Without any trouble, Six arrived at Vale. Six wandered the town, seeing the sights and looking for a place to stay. The people bustled, laughing and smiling in the mall centers. There were stalls, stores of all kinds, and of course Six first went to a weapons shop. Scopes, magazines, even inner chambers were all on display. The prices however…

"Jesus Christ…" Six sighed.

While she could afford new equipment, adding the costs of housing, food, and maintenance fees would place her in a burdensome life already. While the stack of lien was more than enough, hunting an elusive target with a single description did not make for an easy or cheap investigation. That, and being indebted to an entity like the devil was not a fond thought.

Six wandered the streets until late evening, the night always attracted the less than honorable workers after all. She jumped around the nearby rooftops looking for anything to find. That was when she found a pack of men in red ties and black suits armed with axes came along. Six followed them back to a club.

"The Club? What kind of fucking name is that?"

The normal patrons waiting in the line only glanced at Six. At the entrance, a tall portly man with slit eyes glared at her. The man crossed his arms and squared his shoulders. The muffled music blared like a loud and rhythmic heartbeat.

"Need something?"

"I got business inside." Six said.

"You don't look like Junior's regular."

It would be a dangerous bluff.

"I'm not, an associate of mine told me if I come to Vale I should speak to Junior first." Six said. "Do I look like someone that's here to party?"

Six motioned to her helmet and her outfit, and the obviously presenting rifle slung to her back. The fact that no one in Vale had yet to say anything did surprise her for a moment, especially when huntsmen dressed nothing like her.

"And who is this associate?"

"Come on, we don't deal names in this kind of business do we?"

The man huffed.

"Fair enough. Come on in, I'll let Junior know you're here."

A uniformed man guided Six into an office. A cleanly shaven man taller than the portly bouncer sat at an equally large chair with a larger desk than she had ever seen, she guessed this man was Junior. Once the door closed, Junior glared at Six.

"An associate told you to come here," Junior said "May I ask who it is?"

"My associate prefers to be anonymous, I hope you can understand."

If there was one thing that a bar had plenty of was information. Six only hoped this would be the same case. Six calmly walked toward Junior's table and placed the half of the stack of lien. Junior's brow rose just ever slightly.

"And what's this for?"

"A request of course. I need some introduction to people around here, I can find them but being introduced by a local would make it a smoother process." Six said.

"And who would it be?"

"Arms dealers, best place for anonymity, everything a tourist needs to know."

Junior gazed at the stack of lien, a payment far too generous from a person dressed nothing like a huntress. The red glow of the helmet reflected Junior's uncertain pause. Six slowly reached for the stack.

"Of course, if you don't want to I guess I can't force you to-"

Junior took the stack.

"Anything else?"

"I'm looking for a woman named Salem and someone with silver eyes." Six said. "Not the best of description but my client wants them found."

Six placed the other half of the stack.

"Consider it done."

"Good."

"I'll have a list made for you, until then feel free to help yourself at the bar in the VIP lounge." Junior said.

The VIP lounge was far calmer than the first floor. The people here dressed either like a shady business man or wore clothes that seemed to be decided by blindly picking them. Six sat at the bar, and after a small conversation with generous tips, The Club was owned by the Xiong Clan whose main commodity was information.

"Your non-alcoholic sarsaparilla, ma'am."

"Thank you."

After some time, Six was given the list of people to meet delivered by Junior himself.

"My client will be very happy about this, and your hospitality Mr Xiong. I hope this relationship continues to be a beneficial one until I finish this job, maybe even after."

"Same here, I have other business to attend to but please, enjoy the drink and leave at your leisure." Junior said.

"Thank you."

Junio returned to his office. Either the new customer didn't know the value of lien, or her client was filthy rich. Not SDC rich, but rich enough to give out ten thousand lien like candy. Junior lit a cigar and leaned back on his chair.

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The Anon's Hotel was rather clean. The hotel did lack some semblance of personality, it was a simple white floor, sterile white lights, and green plain but clean wall. The room itself was also acceptable. A closet, clean restroom, a comfy bed, a desk, and even a weapon rack. All she had to do now was to wait.

And wait…

Then wait…

"Fuck I'm bored."

She already unpacked, cleaned her weapons, even polished her bullets. Her cargo pants, coat, and clothes were already washed thanks to the motel employee, then having the clothes delivered to her. Not to mention they even scrubbed then dried her boots clean There was nothing to do.

"Guess I'll go shopping."

Six counted the stacks, then narrowed her eyes. There were more.

"Make me creeped out more, why don't you…"

Inside the weapons store, Six strolled the aisle. Scopes, magazines, chambers, she could make a whole new gun in this store. Dressed in jeans and a spare shirt, Six stuck out more than the hunters dressed in flashier clothes. She even saw one with a white hooded cape, an accessory that practically begged to be shot in the wasteland.

In the tiny clothing section, she picked out similar cargo pants, an olive colored utility shirt and boot socks. Six hung the basket to her arm and walked to the firearms aisle. Thankfully, the pistols had a familiar appearance. Six gently lifted the model display with a tag allowing inspection. Of course, she didn't plan to buy a gun here, but it didn't hurt to look around.

"Ooh a revolver!"

"I don't get why you're here, Summer. You don't even use standard guns."

"Yeah, but it's still nice!"

Six saw behind a girl in black and red accented dress, along with a white hooded cape. There were three more, next to the blonde was two black haired teenagers with the male dressed plain as her. At least not all hunters were so flamboyant. Seriously, a white hooded cape, just what kind of moron wore those?

Six purchased her new clothes and simply wandered around the streets of Vale. Inside the electronics store where she bought her new scroll, she saw the tv display playing an interview for the headmaster of Beacon. Huntsmen, huntresses, Six only hoped the silver eyed target was not one of them. After ordering a simple burger and fries meal set at a nearby restaurant where it oversaw a small park, Six opened a notepad and clicked her pen.

"I'm gonna need some smoke grenades…" Six muttered quietly. "Tear gas too, if there are any. Sniper rifles, least .50 cal. An assault rifle would be nice. A new pistol set too."

It was like making a Christmas list.

"Maybe submachine guns." She continued to talk to herself, a habit she made being alone. "Silencers… definitely need those. Night scope. Scope. Explosives? No it's gonna make a scene, let's keep that to a minimum. Maybe make my own… Oh right, knives. Maybe a hatchet?"

The sounds of the crowd fell into silence, her mind pooled every method she had for killing. Due to her own focus, she failed to see an incoming- Six reflexively cocked her head at the blur object. Six picked up the frisbee that hit the wall and fell behind her. There was a voice behind her. Six turned around.

"Sorry about that!"

Her eyes widened. It was the same girl with the white hooded cape.

"Hello?"

Silver eyes.

"Right, here you go."

"Thanks!"

She saw the white hooded cape flutter. Underneath the cloth, she saw a unique weapon.

"Wait." Six shouted.

"Hm?"

"Are you a huntress?"

"Sure am! In training but still." She giggled. "Are you a huntress too?"

Summer pointed at her holster for her pistol and knife. One good thing about Vale was the openly armed huntsmen.

"Something of the sort, I'm a caravan guard." Six said.

"Can I see your pistol, it looks unique. I have a Sundered Rose, I'd show it but…"

She gestured around the crowd.

"I uh…"

Was she really going to give her pistol, to the target she was going to kill? Six slowly reached for her pistol. She took out the magazine and the bullet in the chamber, catching the bullet without even looking up.

"Here…"

"Thanks!"

Summer rambled on about the beauty of simplicity. She racked the slide, ran her hand on the handle, there was a kind and gentle smile that struck guilt into Six.

"You took care of it well."

Summer handed the pistol back.

"Ah well…" Six kept staring at her silver eyes. "I like guns, weapons in general really."

She swore Summer's smile radiated with actual light from how gleeful she was.

"I like weapons too! They're so lovely aren't they? Sundered Rose is such a sweetheart!"

"Good name, an ax rifle hybrid?"

"Yep!"

Six nodded.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Ms…?"

"Rose. But you can call me Summer! Wanna exchange scroll numbers?"

"Sure."

The day ended, with her first contact list being her target. Back in her motel room, Six stared at the scroll.

Summer Rose

"Fucking hell."

Six laid on the bed and the wall greeted back. A huntress was the apex predator. Not to mention, she was a huntress, someone who was doing good to the world. Not a legionnaire, gangster, or a raider. A huntress. Would this be worth it? But the devil said he could wipe her memories. Even so, would murdering an innocent truly worth the life of her friends who were long dead? Her scroll made an absurdly cheerful ping.

Wanna hang out tomorrow?

Six stared at the scroll.