Had a lovely time writing this, I must say. I'm sorry for not updating soon, some personal things came up that had a large impact on my time and schedule. I do apologize for the length not being it's usual 700-900 words. Also, the f-bomb is dropped, so if you don't like that stuff, I'm quite sorry! EnJoY!

Neo and Pyrrha ran down the alleyway. Filth, dirt, and blood stained their hands.

The sirens began wailing, far off in the distance. Neo froze and pulled Pyrrha behind a dumpster.

"Neo, who's here?"

Neo pressed a finger to her lips.

"Where did you hear the shot coming from?" A cop asked.

"Over there." Pyrrha peeked out from behind the metal monstrosity to see a young blond pointing to where Neo and Pyrrha had just come from.

She gasped, and Neo clapped a hand over her mouth.

They looked each other in the eyes.

You go that way, I'll go the other way. Neo signed. Pyrrha nodded.

They tiptoed out from behind the dumpster, and ran in opposite directions.

The moment Pyrrha exited the alleyway, she heard a voice from behind her.

"Are you okay?"

Pyrrha turned around slowly. A blonde woman in a uniform stood before her.

"I'm Officer Goodwitch. VPD. Hands up."

"I'm Officer Goodwitch. I'll be conducting your questioning."

Pyrrha grit her teeth. "I was already questioned."

"And you were deemed uncooperative, so they decided to send me instead of my colleague." Goodwitch sat down at the small metal table and placed a stack of manila-coloured folders on the table.

"Name, age and occupation." The policewoman asked bluntly.

"Pyrrha Nikos, twenty-one, secretary." Pyrrha answered.

"Where do you work?"

"Hey, kid." Raven called across the parking lot. "Come back here."

"Y-yes ma'am." Pyrrha ran toward the older woman.

"If you're ever asked for your job, just say you work as an assistant for Merlot Industries, 'kay?"

"Of course ma'am."

"And if they want to call your boss?"

"I give them your number."

"And if something's happened to me?"

"Give them your brother's number."

"And tell him?"

"Bird is the word."

"Good girl." Raven ruffled Pyrrha's hair affectionately. "Now go and do whatever job the Boss gave ya, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And cut the ma'am crap for Pete's sake."

"I'm an assistant for the Branwen twins at Merlot Industries." Pyrrha lied.

Glynda slid a phone across the table. "Call them."

Pyrrha picked up the phone and dialed Raven's number.

It went straight to voicemail.

"Hello? Hello? Speak up, I can't hear ya. Probably cuz I'm not here. Leave a message after the beep."

Pyrrha sighed and dialed the number Raven had given her.

"Hello?" A drunken voice slurred at the other end. "This about Raven?"

"Bird is the word." Pyrrha replied.

"Oh my god- are you fucking kidding me? Which one are you?"

"Pyrrha Nikos, your assistant. Remember?"

"Yeah, you're the girl. Didn't you leave that godforsaken hell?"

"Just talk to Officer Goodwitch for me, okay?"

"Do yourself a favour, kid. Get out of there."

Pyrrha passed the phone to Glynda wordlessly.

She spoke with Qrow for a short while. After she got off the phone, she set it down and glared at Pyrrha.

"So what's the truth?" Goodwitch demanded.

"Um…"

"I know the Branwen twins personally. They don't work for Merlot. Raven's been arrested for the same reason you are. Qrow is a private investigator we often hire. I'll ask you one more time. What is the truth?"

"Unemployed."

"Why would you lie?"

On the inside, Pyrrha grinned. A cold, merciless smirk of pure arrogance.

But on the outside, she bit her lip, projecting a sweet, shy exterior.

"To protect myself."

"From what?"

"I stand on the Fifth Amendment."

"On the grounds your answer may tend to incriminate you?"

"Yes."

"Very well then. Is there anything else you would like to tell me?" Glynda asked, an expression of concern on her facial features.

"No."

Pathetic fools. They have no idea.

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