The trip back to the guard car was awkward and strained. Hector walked and Blake followed, she was stony and silent which made the whole affair uncomfortable. It didn't help that after he had confiscated her weapon she had become obstinate and he had to gently pull her every few feet. When they finally entered the guard car they were met with a wave of applause.
"Yeah, go Judge!"
"Got them faunus good!"
"White Fang Scum got wrecked!"
Hector didn't really like the racial undertones the praise was taking. He saw that it was making Blake uncomfortable and cleared his throat quieting the room. "Captain Grey."
The Captain walked up to him, a smile on his face as he sneered at Hector's prisoner. "You want us to throw this one in the brig, Judge?"
Hector shook his head. "No, I have yet to pass judgement on her. There are things to discuss."
Captain Grey became confused. "What is there to discuss? She's a terrorist. It's as cut and dry a judgement as they come. You can either lock her up or execute her on the spot, simple."
Blake paled as she heard the words and Hector felt a twinge of regret. Every judge enforced their justice in their own way. Sadly this meant that some of them chose the harshest punishments in order to enforce order. Sometimes the only difference between someone being a Judge and an executioner was the name.
Hector would never let that be him. "My judgement has yet to be decided. I will need the room."
"But-"
"You and the men can go clean up the mess in the cars behind us." When no one moved Hector reiterated. "Now, if you please."
That got them moving and the others began to shuffle out of the room. Captain Grey lingered for a few moments, locking eyes with Hectors helmet. When two helmed men had a staring contest it wasn't who could hold their gaze the longest. It was who had the better helmet. Captain Grey broke first and walked past Hector out of the car, leaving Hector and Blake alone. She still looked scared and struggled less as he guided her to a nearby table. He unlocked his side of the cuffs and reattached them to a bar at the end of the table. He sat Blake down before seating opposite to her, the metal seat groaned under his weight. Blake eyed him warily as he reached below the table only to sigh in relief as he brought up a small chained tome.
A Judge's Tome was a sacred object to any member of the order. Bound in black leather and embossed with the Orders scales of Justice, a tome detailed a Judge's every arrest and judgement. An average Judge could fill volumes of tomes before their end. A great judge could fill libraries. Hector unlocked the book with a key and opened revealing the creamy white pages inside. Hector was a new member of the order, so only a few pages had been filled out. He flipped over to an empty one and began to write.
"Full name please?" He asked Blake. She responded with a glare he just ignored before writing. "Okay, Blake Belladonna. Age, please?" Another angry silence, this was going nowhere. "Okay, what is the problem?" Hector asked as he put down the pen.
Blake looked at him in disbelief as she shook her chains. "You put me in handcuffs!"
"Yes, and?"
"I helped you. You said you appreciated what I did!"
"You did and I do, if not for you that man would have died."
"So why treat me like a criminal?"
"Because you are, what you've done doesn't cancel out your other actions."
"I betrayed my people for you." Blake said with equal parts scorn and sadness. Hector realized that his actions and words were giving her the wrong impression.
"Ms. Belladonna you did a good thing, and I do not want you to think that no good deed goes unpunished because that is not what is happening here. In my eyes you are at the very least a decent person, which is all too rare, even at the best of times. But I also have to see things through the eyes of the law, and no matter how you look at it you are a criminal. It doesn't stop what you did from being any less brave or decent."
"You still put me in handcuffs. So what did that decency get me?" She asked sardonically.
"Nothing," Hector said with a surprising amount of force. It got Blake to sit up fearfully as he gazed at her through his helmet. "Doing the right thing is its own reward. We do it because it's right and no other reason is needed. I arrested you, yes, but have you ever known an officer of the law not arrest anyone they are accusing of a crime?" He didn't like to be so harsh but she had to understand that what he did was necessary. He needed her to know that she was being punished for her crimes, not her choice to save another.
The words seemed to reach her though as she sagged in her seat. "So what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to ask you some questions, and then I am going to decide what I believe to be the best course of action." She nodded wearily and they got through the rest of her descriptions. When she quieted up about the White Fang Hector didn't press into it too much. It was clear where she stood with them at the moment, the rest didn't matter. What did matter were her plans for the future. "You wish to be a huntress?"
Blake nodded. "I am sick of aiding the White Fangs violence. I want to dedicate my life to something new, something good. I want to be a huntress."
Hector nodded, she sounded sincere. From what he had heard and seen she was a good person. Just a bit misguided, now looking to make amends. The world needed more people like her, not less. He knew what he needed to do. "I have come to a decision."
She perked up, her expression equally cautious and curious. "What did you decide?"
"I will help you?"
There was a few seconds of silence before Blake up. "What?"
"I will help you."
"Do what?"
"Become a huntress."
He eyes widened and she gaped at him in clear shock. "What-why would you want to?"
"Because you could be a good one, you could really help people. Now that you have been judged, all we have to do is register you with an academy and you stop being an Accused. There will be see restrictions and conditions to go with it all, I'm sure, but it should sort itself all out. That is, of course, only if you are truly sincere about becoming a huntress."
Blake could only close and open her mouth like fish gasping for air. Hector could practically see the gears in her head whirring in an attempt to process what was happening. "I am! But I don't-I just-I…thank you."
Hector nodded. "Of course until we can get you registered you'll have to remain in my custody. I just need to finish my mission here and then we can get straight into making you a huntress."
Blake didn't seem to get over her shock. She remained like that even as the others shuffled back into the room and got back to what they were doing. They all stayed wary of Hector and his prisoner sitting at the table. The two spent the rest of the train ride discussing the White Fang and their politics. Hector wanted to know more about the Faunus struggle and Blake was surprised to find him so interested. He told her that judgement could not be made from one viewpoint. The law was the law and it applied to all equally but the way everyone viewed it was important too.
The conversation off into the night and when they arrived at the City of Vale loading station it was already the dead of night. They all went to the nearby guard barracks for some sleep and Hector watched over Blake as she rested on a bunk. He didn't like the angry way the other guards looked at her and was glad when the morning came and he was free to leave.
"Captain Grey," Hector said as he grasped the man's hand. "It was a pleasure."
"Thank you for your help Judge," the man responded as he looked warily at Blake. "You're sending this one to prison then?"
She sneered at the man but Hector just waved the words off. "I have a different judgement for her in mind. Take care." They parted ways and together Hector and Blake headed into the city. As they walked Hector noticed something. "Blake, why have you tied up your cat ears like that?"
Blake looked up at him surprised. "Oh you noticed that, huh."
"It would have been hard not to."
"You'd be surprised…." She sighed as she played with the bow. "It's so people judge me for who I am, not what I am. Um, no pun intended."
"It's a disguise? Blake, the chance I'm giving you could be ruined by that kind of deceit. Trust has to be earned, but lies can collapse whatever bonds you hope to build in moments."
Blake shook her head. "And what happens when people don't even give me a chance to be trusted? My race, what I've done…not everyone is as forgiving as you are. I don't want anything to ruin this."
Hector was still uncomfortable about the lie but he nodded. It was a shame that she felt that her character would only shine through if her race was ignored. Such a mentality was an affront to the Judge's code, the law applied to everyone equally. He didn't like it, but it was her decision. "Very well, I just hope you come to see that you are wrong about people. They're forgiving if you let them be."
As they headed through the city though he couldn't help but notice the looks they were getting. He was being looked at with awe, the black armor and sword on his back drawing the most attention as people in front of them moved aside and people to the side gaped. Blake however was being looked at with a mixture of curiosity, derision and scorn. The Accused were threats to society on principle alone. They must have assumed that she was a dangerous criminal he had apprehended. This wasn't very far off from the truth.
They reached the City of Vale Police Headquarters and entered drawing the attention of all the officers there. As they walked up to the front desk Hector addressed the awed secretary. "Is there an officer I can speak to?"
Minutes later Hector and Blake had been settled at an interaction room table. She was un-cuffed and he sat across from her. In between them were stacks of paper. "Now Ms. Belladonna, let's get you registered."
Getting an Accused registered was a long and arduous process. It was hours of intricate boring paperwork to be done in triplicate. It was chief reason some Judges chose to dole out the harsher punishments, corpses were usually less of a hassle to process. By the time they were done Blake was exhausted and it was nearly night time. The forms would be processed tomorrow and Blake would be able to apply to Beacon. It was the best school in the area and with her skills he was sure she would be able to get in. Until then she was stuck in the police headquarters. Hector managed to get her a cell of her own to stay in but he could tell she was bored.
He came up with an idea. "How about this, the sun is still out so how about I go and get you something to read?" He smiled at the way she perked up at the suggestion. From their conversations he knew that she was an avid reader. A book would definitely help get her mind off the cell.
After getting a list of some of the books she had left behind he was off into the city. The first thing he did was buy a new cloak. He had once made the mistake of not buying one for an extended amount time around a populated area leading to a traffic accident. After he had found one the same color as his last cloak he went in search of a bookstore. It didn't take long before he found one under the name Tukson's Book Trade. He entered and the bell dinged. A man called over from the counter.
"Oh, hey sorry we're closing up shop soon." He was tall with black hair and sideburns. As Hector pulled back his hood the man's eyes widened and a look fear draped across his features. "I am so sorry. I didn't know you were a Judge."
"That is fine," Hector said calmly trying to get him to relax. "It doesn't matter if I am. There is no law against closing your store. Are you Tukson?"
"I-yes, sir, what can I help you with?"
Hector held out the paper list. "I just need the books on this list." Tukson took it and looked it over, recognition quickly morphed into confusion. "Is there a problem?"
"Oh, um, no Judge no problem at all. Let me just…get these for you." Tukson walked of and Hector raised an eyebrow under his helmet as he walked over into the mature section of the store. A few minutes later he returned with a stack of books, none of which Hector recognized. But they did cause him to blush furiously under his helmet. Ninjas of Love, Lewd Pirates, Passion of Xanthor? What kind of filth was this? Hector immediately realized that he was on the receiving end of a prank. He had to give it to her, Blake was clever.
He saw that there was one book different from the others though. The Man with Two Souls, he remembered reading the story when he was younger and bored in the Tower of Justice. It brought back fond memories. He purchased the books and thanked Tukson before leaving. As he walked he smiled thinking of at Blake's jape. He would have to think of a way to get back at her for the little trick. Maybe he could read out the book list in front the officers at the police headquarters as he handed them to her? The look on her face would be priceless.
The sound of glass shattering and something crashing drew his attention to a nearby building. Looking around he saw that he had detoured into a seedy looking neighborhood thinking about how to prank Blake back. He was pretty sure he was lost at this point. But that didn't matter when he heard explosions, screams and gunfire coming from the building too. He ran over to where then noise was coming from. It looked like a nightclub. He didn't have time to look at the name as he headed inside.
It was chaos, men lay groaning on the floor all around him and the building was a wreck at this point. Who could have done this? Just then he heard screaming and braced himself as a glass pillar in front of him exploded. A girl came flying through it and he moved quickly before catching her. He held her bridal style as he checked for injury.
"Ms. are you alright?" She didn't seem too injured. A few scratches here and there but as far as Hector could tell she was just winded. Aside from the bright red dress what grabbed his attention were the curved blades she wore on her wrists like claws. Melee weaponry usually meant aura usage, hopefully she was registered. It took a few moments before she got her bearings again.
"I'm fine, but- my sister!" She struggled to leave Hectors arms but hissed in pain as she moved. Hector gently put her down and kept a hand on her shoulder to keep from moving. "You're out of this fight. Stay down and rest, I'll handle this."
The girl looked at him confused. Hector realized that in the dark of the club it would be have been difficult to see the helmet under the hood of his cloak. She probably had no idea who he was. "What-"
"Militia," Hector turned to see a well-dressed man walk up to them, "are you alright?"
Militia groaned as she sat up. "I'm fine. I have to go help Melanie! That girl is a monster. She's taking everything we throw at her." It was an Accused, it had to be. No normal human could cause this much destruction and fight aura enhanced people like this. The girl, Militia, tried to move again but Hector kept her down as he looked at the man. He clenched his fist and growled.
"Let me get my bazooka, that'll teach the blond brat." He began to move but Hector knew how bad an idea attacking the Accused would be. He would need to handle this himself.
"No, call the police. I will handle this." He said standing up. The man eyed him angrily.
"And who are you supposed to be?"
Hector drew back his hood and heard the girl gasp as the man's mouth dropped open. Hector didn't feel like ruining another cloak so he removed it and handed it to the girl. "Would you mind holding that for me please? I just purchased it and would hate for it to get ruined." She just nodded dumbly as she held the coat and he patted her shoulder before standing. He walked over to the man and watched as he looked at Hector in a mixture of awe and fear. "Sir, call the police. They'll be needed."
"I-I mean yes, yeah, sure thing Judge." Hector patted his shoulder and began walking towards the dance floor. There he saw what he assumed to be the girl's sister fighting the Accused. The assailant was a young woman with explosive golden gauntlets and a wild mane of bright gold hair. Hector couldn't help but think about how much of a hindrance that amount of hair would be in a fight. Come to think of it, he realized Blake had a lot of hair as well. He'd have to talk to her about cutting it when he returned to the police headquarters.
The girl's sister was her twin by the look of it. She wore white instead of red though, and seemed to have a leg based style as well. The Accused seemed to be having a difficult time handling the girls quick strikes, Hector began to think that he wouldn't even have to step in. That was before the Accused managed to get the girl off balance and brutally slam her with a leg into the ground. She lay there groaning as the Accused brushed herself off and smirked triumphantly. She was cocky and high off of her victory. Good, pride usually came before the fall.
"Excuse me," Hector called out grabbing her attention. "I must ask you cease and desist this very instant."
She looked confused before smirking. "Man where did you find that getup, Buckethead?" Did she just call him Buckethead? "Was there a sale on metal at the junkyard? I bet it was a steel." Did she…just make a pun? "Get it?"
That tore it. He had to yell so she could hear him over the blaring music around them. "I am Minor Judge Hector of the Sable Judges. Accused, you are to stand down and accept your judgement."
Her smirk faded a bit as she shifted uncomfortably. 'Yeah right, a Judge in a place like this? Do I look like I was born yesterday?" She positioned herself for a fight.
"Attacking a Judge is a highly punishable offense, are you sure you want to gamble your freedom on a hunch?"
That got her to hesitate even more. Her smirk was completely gone at this point and she seemed to be debating whether to fight or not. Hector was glad, it was late and he could use an easy arrest. Of course it was then things had to get complicated.
"Hey, Judge," the man from earlier said as he walked up to Hector, "the police are on their way."
The Accused saw him and practically exploded. "I knew it! It was a trick, you're working for him!" She used her gauntlets to blast forward and Hector barely had time to draw his sword and block the strike.
She hit like a truck and had the speed and skill to keep Hector on the back foot. He fell into a defensive routine but that was becoming more and more difficult as she let loose a barrage of strikes. Eventually through she began to tire and rely on her ammunition to provide her punches with any force. But her rounds should have been dwindling at that point as well.
"C'mon, hit back, or are you too busy shaking in your Bucket?" She panted out. Sweat beaded down her forehead and her strikes started becoming sloppier. Hector responded to the taunts by positioning himself again. She let out a frustrated growl. "This no fun if you're not even going to fight back!"
Was she serious? "This isn't fun, this is serious! Look around you. Look at what you've done. People could be hurt."
She just blew a raspberry at him. "Yeah, criminals, all the regular people left. I made sure not to hurt any of them. All that's left is your boss and his cronies, like you."
She kept the civilians in mind? Hector felt his anger soften a bit as the two circled each other. That fact would important for later. She didn't seem the monster she first appeared to be, but that didn't mean she had to be stopped any less. "I am not working for the man in charge of this establishment. But I will not let you destroy any more of it."
She was really running ragged at this point. One strike would be sufficient to end it. When she went for her next punch he sidestepped and swung. She had more energy than he thought though because she managed to sidestep his swing and narrowly avoid the blade. It did however nick her hair, sending a few golden strands falling slowly to the ground. Hector took a moment to feel satisfied in the knowledge that he was right about her hair being a hindrance in a fight. It was moment too long because all of a sudden he felt the air around him begin to heat up.
"You…you…you monster!" The Accused exploded into a ball of fire and fury. All which became directed at Hector as she surged forth like a flaming freight train.
He barely had time to raise his sword before the blows started to hit. Every strike sent his sword off to the side and he had only just enough time to bring it back before the next hit came. One though came so fast and so brutal that his weapon was sent flying and embedded itself in the floor nearby. He grunted as he raised his arms to defend himself and used his forearms to handle the blows. The Accused didn't seem to be tired anymore, every hit made her fire grow brighter and her roars more ferocious. He could feel the hits begin to wear on his armor and stamina. Hector realized that at this rate she might not even have an upper limit to her strength. If he didn't stop her now someone was going to get hurt.
He wasn't going to let that happen. "Enough," his voice came out cold and hard. If she heard him she didn't show it as she went for another punch. Hector raised a hand and caught it neatly in his grip. She tried to draw her hand back but when he didn't let go she just tried using the other hand. He caught that one too. She struggled and her fire grew hotter and she snarled in frustration. She was out of control. It was time to end this.
Hector took a deep breath, as deep as he could. He focused on it, letting his energy intertwine and mix with it. Before gently blowing it back out. The Accused's flames suddenly looked like they were being buffeted. They began to flicker and wave away like a birthday candle. The longer he kept the air going the smaller the flame got. Soon the roaring inferno had just become a faint glow. The Accused began to pale and her eyes drooped as she fell to her knees.
"What…" She began to waiver before falling unconscious. Hector let go of her hands before catching her body and lowering her to the floor.
With that done he breathed in relief. Looking around he saw that the place was in shambles. But it could have been much worse. With the Accused it could always be worse. Hector placed a pair of handcuffs on the accused and then went to go pick up his sword. He reattached it to his back and went to check on Militia's sister, he believed they had called her Melanie. Heading over he saw that she was already being tended to by her twin. Militia fussed as Melanie waved her off.
"Stop harassing me, I told you, it was a lucky shot."
"She sent me through a pillar, Melanie. A lucky shot is all it takes." She hugged her sister close. "You're lucky your aura didn't give. You're luckier that Judge showed up."
"Judge, what Judge?"
Hector cleared his throat as he knelt down to get a good look at the girl. She seemed fine, nothing her aura couldn't heal. She seemed less in pain and more in complete shock at the sight of him. "I-I-I-"
"How is your aura?"
"F-f-fine Judge, Mr. Judge, Judge Sir."
Militia pouted. "When I asked that you said I was being annoying."
The two began to argue and Hector left them to it as the front door opened and a troop of police officers entered. They lowered their weapons at the sight of Hector and he got to work sorting the mess out. The officers began getting the statements of all those involved and carting out the injured. From what Hector gathered the Accused had started the fight after coming in and asking the club owner, Junior was his name, about something. Said man walked up to Hector as he was finishing up talking to some officers.
"Hey Judge, I just wanted to thank you."
Hector nodded. "I appreciate it, but it's not needed. I was just doing my job."
Junior shrugged. "Maybe, but I don't know if we could have taken her on alone."
"You shouldn't have had too. Why were the police not called sooner?"
Junior seemed to suddenly find the ceiling fascinating as he looked around nervously. "Oh, um, about that…I guess we…forgot?"
Something The Accused had said echoed in Hector's mind. He crossed his arms as Junior began to look very nervous. "Or maybe you don't want the police to start looking too closely at some of the more unsavory things you do here."
"I don't-"
Hector raised a hand. "Stop, I am not in the mood to hear any lies right now. It's the police's job to uncover whatever you are doing. Whatever it is doesn't excuse what the Accused did. A teenage girl with no authority or proof has no right to attack you and your employees the way she did."
Junior seemed surprised at that. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he nodded. "You're alright, Judge. Your drinks are on the house if you ever want to pop on by again."
"Don't think I won't deal with any wrongdoing I do happen to find because of a few drinks, sir."
Junior raised his hands in a placating manner. "No, no, there aren't any strings attached. It's just my way a saying thank you."
After a few tense moments Hector nodded. "Alright then, do try and keep your nose clean, for both our sakes."
With that they parted ways and Hector helped the officers by carrying the Accused bridal style to a police car. He rested her inside, making sure she wouldn't be uncomfortable, before he heard a shout from the crowd.
"Yang!" Hector turned to see a girl in a red hood jumping behind the police barricades. Some officers were trying to hold her back. 'Let me go, let me go, that's my sister!"
Hector walked up and gestured for the officers to release her. She huffed a bit before looking up at Hector. There was fear and worry in her eyes, but not of him. That was new. "Your sister is currently an Accused. She will continue to do so until judged. I am sorry but she will need to come down to the local police headquarters for processing."
The girl's eyes widened and began to glisten as she clasped her hands in front her chest. "But she's registered, she went to Signal academy!" She was already registered? That made Hector's job way easier. "She's not a bad person either, not like the people you're supposed to go after! She's really, really nice!"
"She still destroyed a nightclub."
"We all make mistakes!"
Hector didn't have time for this. "Look, if you want, you can accompany me and your sister to the police headquarters."
The girl nodded furiously and soon they were all on their way back to the headquarters. Hector learned that the Accused's name was Yang Xiao-Long and that her sister was Ruby Rose. The whole familial situation seemed odd but he didn't really question it. They reached their destination and Hector carried Ms. Xiao-Long inside. After speaking with the officers they decided that it would be best to put her in the cell with Ms. Belladonna until she woke up and could be judged. Some of the policemen asked why not judge her already but Hector had explained that he'd need to hear her side of the story as well.
Ms. Rose followed as he headed into the cell block and walked up to the one holding Ms. Belladonna. When they got there he saw that she was laying down on one of the benches. She perked up as they stood in front of the bars. She looked him over him with a critical stare and raised an eyebrow at the slightly charred state of his armor.
"What happened to you?"
"Long story, the short version is that you have a new roommate." Hector said as he simply pushed the door open and the two girls gasped.
"The door isn't even locked?" Blake said incredulously as Hector laid Yang on the bench opposite to her.
He just shrugged as he handcuffed her to the bar along the wall. He double cuffed her just to be safe. "Why would I lock it? I trust you."
She seemed taken aback by that and Ruby just awed. Blake suddenly noticed the girl and gave her an appraising look before looking back at Hector. "Did you get my books?"
Hector resisted the urge to flinch before remembering he was supposed to be miffed at her. Looking over he saw that she had a satisfied little smirk on her face. "I did, I must have forgotten them at the crime scene."
"Oh, I have them right here!" Ruby said as she hefted the bag up. "A girl from the club gave to me. She acted really weird though. She basically threw it at me and ran off all red faced."
Hector nodded and took the bag before glaring at Blake, who had somehow become even smugger. "She probably saw that was inside. I appreciate this, thank you Ms. Rose."
"Do you appreciate it enough to let Yang go?"
"Don't get greedy." He handed Blake the bag and left the cell, closing the door behind him. "After I pass judgement on Ms. Xiao-Long we can get back to work on getting you into Beacon Ms. Belladonna. Rest well."
Blake gave him a small smile. "Goodnight, Judge Hector."
They exchanged nods and Hector walked away, with Ruby in tow. He noticed though that she seemed somber. When she started sniffling he stopped and looked at her. "Are you alright, Ms. Rose?"
She sniffled even harder. "Yeah, it's just…Yang was supposed to go to Beacon in a few weeks. I came to wish her luck. And now-and now-and now-" she seemed to be looping as she held back her tears.
Hector felt terrible, sometimes justice was hard. He placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded solemnly. "I understand your concerns, and I hope you know I am going to try my best to get through this as quickly and as painlessly as possible."
"But they might not let her in if she has a record!"
"She broke the law, and that has consequences. If she was really set on going to Beacon then she would have thought about that before landing the first strike. People could have really gotten hurt."
Ruby looked down at her feet and kicked them childishly. "I guess…"
She still looked sad, she would need a distraction. "What is it that you enjoy Ms. Rose?"
She looked up, her features crunched up in confusion. "I, um, like guns."
Well that was unexpected. Still, it was useful. "There's a guns and ammunition store right down the street that should still be open. Here," He took out some lien and handed it to her. "Go buy something you might enjoy and return. Maybe we can discuss your sister, knowing some background and having a character witness may be able to help her judgement be more lenient."
Hope blossomed in Ruby's eyes and she practically leapt unto Hector with a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She let go and when Hector blinked she was gone, leaving only a trail of rose petals and him empty handed. He shook his head and headed deeper into the headquarters before an officer stopped him.
"Hey Judge, there's someone in interrogation room four to see you?"
"Why would they want to meet in an interrogation room?"
"They said they wanted the meeting somewhere private. That room is soundproof. We don't even have cameras in there."
"Why? What could you use that room for?"
The police officer suddenly looked nervous. "Oh, you know maybe the contractors just screwed up somewhere. Is that the time, gotta go."
The man ran off and Hector shook his head before walking over to the interrogation room. He entered and inside a man was sitting at the table. He had a suit, grey hair and spectacles that covered intelligent brown eyes. Hector recognized him instantly as he rose to shake hands.
"Hello, you must be Judge Hector. I am Professor Ozpin. We have a few things to discuss."