Ch24: A deal with a Wizard
(Friday, Y+1, M+3, D+21)
[Ozpin's tower, elevator.]
*Ding* The elevator doors open and I walk into Ozpin's office.
"Hello Kurt. Why have you come to my office?" Ozpin asks me, taking a sip from his coffee cup.
"I was wondering if you would grant me use of one of Beacon's empty hangers sir. I need some space for my next projects." I answer.
"And what might those be?"
"You've got cameras everywhere. You can watch." I say with a smirk.
"I'm afraid that I cannot give you permission to do whatever you wish with one of our old hangers without some idea of what you are making."
"Vehicles sir. I'm attempting to create a few vehicles as a sort of technical challenge for myself."
"And what would these vehicles do?"
"Considering my other projects sir, what else would you expect of me?"
"Very well then. I have transferred access to hangar B-17 to your scroll. Try not to cause too much damage."
"I'll try sir." I say, walking out, whistling the tune of the USAF anthem.
[Ten minutes later, hangar B-17.]
I swipe my scroll on the pad next to the door and walk into the hanger, a metal room about the size of two football fields placed side-by-side. The door is located on the back wall in the bottom-left corner of the hangar. On the front wall are two much larger garage-type doors, each easily capable of allowing a Bullhead entry. On the short wall opposite the door is a small machine-shop and repair station, full of assorted tools.
'Wonderbar!' I think, excited. 'Probably not the best time to return to the room though.' I think, looking to one corner of my new workshop. 'I've always wanted a hammock.'
(Saturday, Y+1, M+3, D+22)
*YAWN*
"Welp. Time to get to work." I say, getting out of my newly-installed hammock. Next I used the machine shop to fashion a coat rack to store various bits of clothing on. I bamf'd to my room and picked up the books that I bought yesterday. Finally, I pulled out a piece of paper and started sketching a rough design of what I wanted to make.
[A few hours later.]
"Well then, look at the time." I say, looking at my watch. "Time for FOOD!" I say out loud, opening the door and walking to the cafeteria. I walk inside and pick up breakfast; a stack of pancakes and a turkey leg, because I can. I head towards an unoccupied corner of the cafeteria.
"Hey Kurt, where's the rest of your team?" I hear someone ask from behind me. I turn to see Jaune sitting with the rest of his team.
"I dunno, I've been busy all night." I say, sitting next to him.
"Busy doing what?" Phyrra asks.
"Ozpin gave me control over one of the old hangars. I'm using it as a workshop." I say, eating my stack of pancakes.
"Did you fall asleep in the middle of something?" Phyrra asks.
"Nope. I set a hammock up and slept in the hangar."
"A hammock! I've always wanted a hammock! Ren! Can we get a hammock? Pleeeaaseee!" Nora begs her best friend.
"Maybe later Nora. We'll have to see." He replies.
"Yeah, well, I've got a busy day up ahead so I'll see you four later." I say, finishing my pancakes, picking up the turkey leg as a snack and walking towards the airship docks.
[Forty-five minutes later.]
"Hey, Tukson. I've got a few questions to ask." I say, walking into the shop.
"Anything you need Kurt?" Tukson asks, sitting behind the counter.
"Does the White Fang have any stockpiles or weapons caches in Vale?" I ask, getting straight to the point. Tuckson is surprised for a second by my bluntness.
"Oh. There are seven that I know of." He says, pulling out a piece of paper and writing down addresses. "The safe houses usually store stockpiles of weapons, ammunition, a few vehicles, and the occasional prisoner. Why do you want to know?"
"You'll see soon." Is all I say, with a mischievous gleam in my eye. I pick up the list of addresses and read it. "Industrial sector. Makes sense. Thanks Tukson, I must be going now." I say, walking out. 'Now, all I need is a new outfit.'
[A few hours later.]
'There it is. Showtime.' I think, sitting on a rooftop in sight of one of the the safe houses Tukson had informed me about, a large decrepit-looking warehouse. 'Sorry pal, you picked the wrong people to work for.' I think, looking at a Faunus in a White Fang uniform standing guard.
*BANG* he falls, a hole through his shoulder. I work my rifle's bolt, feeding another round into the chamber.
I jump off the rooftop, running full-tilt towards the door the Faunus was guarding, using my shoulder as an aura-assisted ram to bash it down. I look around the warehouse, spotting a pair of guards, armed and running towards me.
I sling my rifle over my shoulder and pull an SMG from my white trenchcoat. I fire a few short bursts from the winter-camo weapon, doing my best not to kill them. They both fall, their minimal Auras depleted and a few holes punched into their bodies. I listen for a second or two and hear no other signs of life. I check the supplies stacked around the spacious interior and find a few rolls of cloth. Quickly I do my best to dress the wounds I caused and prevent my foes from bleeding out. I drag my unconscious foes to a corner, tie and gag them, and start taking stock of the supplies present.
With that done I take the time to look around the warehouse. A small office sits in one corner while rows of crates and shelves are layed out in a surprisingly organized manner. In the back, near a massive pair of loading doors, are a pair of four-wheeled vehicles, very similar in appearance to Hummers. 'These will be useful.'
I load as many weapons and crates of Dust and ammunition as I can into the vehicles, not bothering to leave room in the drivers' seats. Next I search the offices, finding a couple of filing cabinets and a couple of larger scroll-pads. I manage to shove those into the pseudo-Hummers. 'Let's see if I can do this.' I stand in between the two vehicles and place a hand on each. I focus on my hangar, closing my eyes. *Bamf*
I open my eyes to see the interior of my hangar. 'Mission: success.' I think, as I start to unload my spoils, stacking the assorted crates in a corner and setting the filing cabinets up near my hammock, tossing the scroll-pads on one of the repair-station's tables. Finally I change back into my normal street clothes. 'I wonder how the girls are doing today?'