Chapter 8
Demon of the West
"Mister Walker is an exceptional young man and a fine student. I have no doubts that he will blaze a trail through Beacon and become one of the most talented Hunters that has ever graduated from these halls. What frightens me is what will happen to those that stand in his way."- Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy.
(Late Last Night...)
It was a slow night. Hei Xiong, more commonly known as Junior, was just about to call it for the night and go to sleep when the doors opened and someone stepped through. Junior was about to say something when the entire night club seemed to just shudder. Melanie and Miltia stood up abruptly from their seats and went off to talk to someone else. Their frightened expressions told him that something was way wrong.
The man in the duster, hearing that the DJ had messed up the music player turned his eyes towards the man in the bear costume. The DJ made damn sure that needle was placed properly on the record player. Junior watched, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, as the man in the duster coat walked over to the bar. Apart from the music no one spoke and no noise was made. Junior's goons had their hands on their weapons but it was quite clear that should anyone make a stupid move the stranger in the long coat was more than capable of annihilating the entire night club by himself.
The man took a seat and looked up at Junior as he leaned forward, putting his left forearm on the bar. It was encased in some kind of demented bracer. On its small, amber lit screen it showed a cheerful looking man in a jumpsuit. Junior was more intent on looking at the man who looked right back with cold, indigo eyes.
The bartender was shaking in his boots. There was nothing but madness in those eyes, the man in the duster just seemed to stare right through the Club owner. Like he was just a bug or something. A bug that needed a good stomping. The man was a bit on the short side, with sharp almost predatory features. Two scars marred his forehead hidden by unkempt black hair. Junior gulped when he realized the man was wearing armor. He caught sight of a helmet, its red optics glared sullenly at him. He also caught sight of a long barreled revolver...and the scoped carbine slung over his shoulder. And the huge bowie knife next to his belt, which was right next to another handgun.
"You got anything to drink?"
The question caught Junior off guard. "Uh...what?"
The man's horrible eyes narrowed. "You have anything to drink?" His tone got...testy.
"Uh yeah! Yeah sure." Junior walked over to the shelf to look for the strongest drink he could find. The man put down a couple of Lien. Junior walked up to the bar with a glass and a bottle of some Atlas Scrapper.
The man took a long draught from the bottle. Junior muttered something about keeping the bottle.
"Nice selection." The man commented. "Atlas makes a lot of good stuff. But this," he gestured to the bottle. "Is quite an expensive find so I've heard." He set the bottle down.
"What the hell do you want from me?" Junior asked the stranger nervously.
"Information. Particularly on a man named Torchwick and the White Fang. SDC hired me out to get rid of him and the White Fang." The man took another swig from the bottle. "I've heard you're one of the more prominent information brokers in Vale. Atlas is...far too structured for my tastes unfortunately."
"And why do you want Torchwick? Far as I know the VPD wants him too." Junior pointed out. Shit, if this guy was hired by the Schnee Dust Company then there wasn't much he could do.
The man's lips turned into a dangerous frown as he reached into his coat to draw his handgun, the man cocked back the hammer. If Junior wasn't busy trying to restrain his bladder, he would have thought that the handgun was a pretty nice looking weapon. "That's none of your concern. You have two choices, you can give me his location and walk away unharmed. Or you can ask those goons behind me with the submachine guns to shoot me. I will turn around faster than they can blink, kill them and everyone else in this miserable shitpit, and leave you for last." His polite tone grew colder. "And by the time I am done with you..."
Junior frantically waved his goons away. "All right, all right!" He yelled as the man stood up pistol raised. The stranger trained his pistol on him. "He's here! But he didn't tell me where he was gonna be! That's all I know! Come back tomorrow and maybe I'll have something!"
The madman looked him in the eye. His indigo eyes gleamed cruelly. "Tomorrow. Same time then?"
"Yeah, yeah I'll have something for ya." Junior said nervously.
"Well, I hope that you have something for me then. Otherwise our conversation tomorrow will be...most unpleasant." The madman smiled politely as he stood up. "Have a good night. I will be here tomorrow." He leaned in closer. "Don't try to run. You won't like what happens when I find you."
/
(Presently...)
The search was proving difficult. Royce clenched his fist before letting his fingers splay as he calmed his breathing down. He was a bit angry yes but that wasn't going to help. Sure he wanted to put his fist through a wall but getting violent didn't solve problems.
Usually.
"Ugh!" Weiss looked annoyed. "We've tried everywhere! Where can she be!?"
"She's good at covering her tracks that's for sure." Yang said. "But that doesn't matter, we're gonna find her wherever she is."
Ruby was silent for a while. "Come on, let's keep looking." She suggested.
"I'm telling you, we should really be going to the police about this." Weiss said then winced as Royce suddenly stopped.
"Weiss," He said calmly. "We've discussed this already. Blake's not a bad person."
"She was part of the White Fang!" Weiss argued.
"Was." Royce turned to look her in the eye. "And compared to what I have done, she's far more innocent. I've killed more people than any of you combined. If anyone deserves to get locked up for a long time it's me... I have heard your side of the story." He smiled faintly. "I think it's about time Blake told hers. Wouldn't you agree?"
Weiss crossed her arms. "I-If you say so," she mumbled.
"Yeah the big guy is right," Yang said. "Blake's one of us. We're gonna go bring her back Ice Princess so are you coming or what?"
"Alright, alright." Weiss gave up. "Let's go find her."
/
"Wow..." Sun Wukong couldn't believe it. The girl in front of him was a former White Fang. Blake just exhaled.
"And that's that...I ran away from the Fang and hid my identity, it was easy really." She used her cat ears to move the ribbon they were hidden under. "I'm actually surprised it worked."
"Yeah, you tell me." The Blonde Faunus chuckled. "But that guy you were with? The really big dude in the Combat Armor? I think he knew but he just seemed too polite to say anything."
Blake thought about it. Royce was perceptive sure, he probably knew she was a Faunus anyway. But he didn't let it affect anything. He was a good man, Blake wondered if he resented her for leaving and knew that was wrong. Royce was overly protective of them all. He was probably looking for her as well.
"Royce is like that," Blake told Sun. "Don't worry he's a good man."
"First name basis huh?" Sun smirked. Blake simply glared at him. "Hey, come on it was a joke!"
"Not funny," Blake said. "But we're getting off track, you said you had something to tell me about the White Fang? Something about being chased?"
"Oh..." Sun winced. "Yeah it's just rumors but apparently your old friends pissed off the Schnee Dust Company bad enough for them to hire a mercenary." This time the affable Faunus looked uncharacteristically grave. "A really bad dude."
"Bad?" Blake said raising a brow. If he was a complete idiot then how-
"No, not bad as in... you know horrible. This guy, rumor says he just appeared out of nowhere." Sun said. "Real weird dude too, doesn't seem to have any Aura or Semblance...but he's been cutting down White Fang members left and right. Murdering them." Blake winced at that.
Blake remembered that conversation with the officer. And how Royce reacted to the news that someone else was wearing a Pip-Boy. "So he's going for the White Fang here too?"
"Blake, look." Sun said. "I know that you want to know what they're up to but this guy is making the White Fang run away. He's that good. I think we should let him have Torchwick."
"And lose any potential leads on the White Fang?" Blake asked incredulously. "He's just one guy! We can take him!"
"One guy." Sun said. "And the White Fang's afraid of him coming here. What do you think he's going to do if he finds out you're one of them?"
Blake considered the question. Sun could be right. "Then we avoid making contact with him." She decided. "We're going after Torchwick."
Sun sighed. "Alright, whatever you say." He said. "Come on, I know a place where we can set up."
/
Royce tried to ignore the banter behind him but he found it quite rude that Weiss and Yang tried to leave Ruby with the strange Penny. He managed to catch them both by the collars before they ran off to find Blake on their own.
It was a few minutes before dusk. Royce wanted to check more areas but considering that it was near night time they probably wouldn't have much time to get back to Beacon. As the group continued, with Ruby explaining the situation to Penny they passed by someone in a coat. Royce felt a chill up his spine as he reached for the rifle slung on his shoulder. He turned to the man in the duster but he seemed oblivious to the nervous Lone Wanderer.
Royce caught the unmistakable sight of a scoped rifle slung over his shoulder before the man turned the corner and was out of sight. Whoever that man was, he was dangerous. Incredibly so.
"Um...Mister Royce?"
The Wanderer turned and nearly stumbled backwards as Penny suddenly appeared in his field of view. "Penny?"
"You kind of spaced out there." She said. Behind her Ruby, Yang and Weiss were looking over curiously.
"I'm fine Penny," Royce said. His voice was low, cautious. "Just fine..."
/
Later that Night...
"What do you mean no!?" Roman Torchwick yelled into the Scroll. "I paid you top dollar for your men before! Why now!?"
On the other side of the screen, Hei Xiong looked to the side not out of guilt. But out of fear. "Sorry man, something's happened. Something big."
Torchwick sighed. "And what exactly do you mean by big?"
"Real big, like bounty hunter big. Someone put a hit on you and the White Fang." Xiong said. "And I really don't want any part of it."
"Everyone has a hit on me," Roman snarked. "So who is it this time?"
"You hear about anyone called the Courier?"
At the mention of the name several members of the White Fang shuddered involuntarily. Roman quirked a brow. "No, why?" He said chuckling. "Am I supposed to be worried about a mail man? I'll slip him just like everyone else."
"...Not this guy." Xiong muttered. "Not him, see from what I can tell he's already killed over a hundred men and women involved with the White Fang. Word is he's working directly with the SDC, the big cheese of the company basically gave him carte blanche to take down any White Fang members who get in his way. That includes you."
"Pah," Roman smirked. "Alright Junior, I'll keep an eye out for your boogie man." He hanged up on Junior.
In his office at the Night Club Junior just muttered something about cocky criminals before getting himself a drink. The Courier paid him a visit a few hours before and still he could not get over that feeling of dread. He honestly didn't care about what Roman thought of him.
The poor bastard was probably going to be dead anyway. Junior wisely decided to get more drinks that night.
/
They knew something was wrong the moment Blake saw the body. "White Fang," she murmured crouching next to the body. The man, boy really, had died quickly it seemed. The small hole drilled into his forehead masked the gory mess the back of his head was. Blake wanted to vomit, hearing Sun gagging was hard enough on her. She pressed on, now feeling dreadful. Was Sun right? Was going after the White Fang here only going to end up killing not just her but Sun as well?
The sound of gunfire made her move quicker. Whether she was right or wrong she was going to find out just what was going on in Vale.
/
Roman Torchwick was having a really bad night. He kept his head down as the madman who, with an insane gift of marksmanship, shot the Bullhead's pilot through the cockpit and caused his ride to crash. Several of the White Fang members who were supposed to be helping with nabbing the SDC's shipment of Dust were dead. A few were wounded and returning fire. One guy, poor bastard, had his head punched through by a round when he poked it out to try and find where the shooter was.
Roman winced as another single shot echoed out and the White Fang making a run for it toppled over, he was deader than dead. He winced as one of his pals, a small waif like girl, puked her guts out. It was hard to miss what brains looked like. Clutching his cane Torchwick needed to move, getting pinned out here was not what he wanted. Dying here on some dock was also not in the criminal's intention.
Maybe he should have listened to Junior after all. One of the White Fang sprayed a flurry of suppression fire at the general direction of where the shooter was. He kept it up for a few seconds for his buddies to get into position.
Their mysterious enemy put a bullet through the White Fang's head. Roman stepped away from the body as more gunfire erupted. As he sneaked his way towards the Dust filled shipping containers he found the edge of a blade pressed up to his neck.
"Well, dang." He said as he raised his hands. Blake Belladonna pressed the edge of Gambol Shroud closer to his neck. "I wonder who else is making house calls."
/
"Can it." Blake growled. She saw several White Fang members approach, guns and swords at the ready. "Brothers and Sisters of the White Fang! Why are you working with this filth!? Your cause is higher than this!" The White Fang hesitated although they kept their weapons trained on her.
"Take it easy little miss!" Roman chuckled. "My partnership with the White Fang is strictly business! So why don't we all just calm down and..." He raised his cane and smashed the tip against Blake's stomach. "Take it easy!"
The sound of Sun hitting the shipping container made them all turn around.
Blake felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of the man. Armored up, his dark green duster billowing ominously in the night's breeze the man's helmet had bright red optics that glared straight at her. His left hand held a scoped carbine. The other held a dead White Fang by the jaw. Judging from the blood stains on his armor and clothes the man had not been gentle. He dropped the corpse and shook the blood off his gauntlets unsuccessfully.
What made Blake nervous was the Pip Boy around the man's left forearm. It was almost like Royce's except its screen glowed amber. The man chambered a round into his carbine. Blake caught sight of a massive knife and a revolver.
"Good evening." He told them all. His voice was cold and muffled by the helmet he wore. He set his optics on Roman. "I need to speak with mister Torchwick here. You can all leave unscathed or I will kill all of you."
"Man..." Sun grunted as he got back to his feet, shaking. "You really don't mess around do you?" He held his staff like a cane.
The armored stranger only raised his carbine ignoring Sun. "You have five seconds to comply." His voice was cold. "Well-"
Royce Walker slammed into him.
/
The Wanderer smashed his fist against the other man's helmet repeatedly before being kicked off. Royce rolled back onto his feet readying his trench knife as the man with the duster rushed him drawing his own weapon from it sheath. Both men slammed into each other, knives flashing and fists flying as both of them tried to find a chink in each other's armor. Royce bobbed and weaved lashing out with his knife as though it were an extension of his arm.
His opponent was different. No wasted movement, nothing flashy. He was a killer, but unlike Royce there was no notion of sparing his opponent. The man's knife work was particularly troublesome. He preferred to guide the blade and more than once Royce suffered a windfall of cuts and gashes.
Royce stepped back as a small cut opened on his cheek. His opponent whirled his knife and immediately ducked Yang's left hook meant for his head. The stranger turned on her, slipping into her guard and elbowed her in the chest forcing her backwards. As Yang tried to recover the stranger moved with lightning quickness and hit her with a brutal front kick that sent her flying back right into Weiss who was moving to support her. Yang hit Weiss with a squawk of surprise and pain. Blake and Ruby stepped, blades ringing through the air as the stranger ducked and weaved the attacks meant to disable him. He lashed out with a punch that sent Blake reeling.
"Blake!" Ruby thrust Crescent Rose forward. The stranger yanked on the haft of the weapon and tossed her aside. Spinning around he slammed the shaft of Crescent Rose right into Sun's stomach sending him out of the way as Blake moved swinging Gambol Shroud. The stranger ducked the swing meant for his head. The stranger used Crescent Rose as a bludgeon and shoved her out of the way as he focused on the more dangerous threat.
Royce charged the man aiming a left hook with Fisto. The man dropped Crescent Rose, dodged as he grabbed the Wanderer's arm and pulled him off balance and out of his way. Royce turned on his heel and parried the knife blow meant for his stomach. Acting quickly he snap kicked the stranger in the side forcing him backwards.
Panting Royce readied his trench knife. "You must be the boogie man the White Fang doesn't like." He told him. "You're good."
"Hmm, you are not so bad yourself kid. But I'm human, I'm just a Courier." The stranger quipped. His voice was muffled by the helmet but they could all tell that he sounded quite amused. "Too bad you got in my way. Someone wants Torchwick's head. I do not like to disappoint my clients."
"Tough shit." Royce told him and charged.
/
"Ugh...Get off!" Weiss knocked Yang off of her as she stood up holding Myrtenaster in hand. She found Ruby unable to even move. Weiss saw why.
Royce and his opponent, the so called Courier were fighting. But the brutality and savagery of each blow made Team RWBY pause. It was frighteningly horrific to watch. There was no mercy given or taken, every strike was meant to kill as fast as possible. Ruby whimpered in horror as Royce took a knife wound in the side. The Courier pushed the knife in deeper causing Royce to roar not in pain but anger. He gave as much as he got as Fisto smashed into the stranger's side. The Courier let out a pained exhale as he felt a rib crack. Another hit sent the man in the duster flying a few feet backwards. Rolling onto his feet the Courier assessed his situation and stood up.
Swearing angrily Royce advanced, murder in his eyes. The Courier stepped forward without hesitation drawing a machete from a hidden sheath on his back. He swung deftly at Wanderer who sidestepped and smashed the Courier backwards with Fisto. The Courier managed to stay on his feet and ducked a hook that had every right to break his neck only to end up taking a rising knee to the chin. With an angry snarl Royce tackled the Courier attempting to stab through his armor. The snarl on his face made it clear what his intent was. The Courier managed to stop that notion with his forearm and punched Royce in the face forcing the Wanderer off of him.
Crawling away from each other, Royce picked up his fallen knife as the Courier went for his machete. The Courier reached for his helmet and took it off. The man behind the steel mask had dark tanned skin and unkempt black hair. His blue eyes glared at the Wanderer who responded with equal menace.
"I'm going to kill you boy." The Courier stated coldly.
"I could say the same thing to you." Royce replied, fury evident in his voice. "But hell, actions speak louder than words don't they?" He gave a war cry and ran at the Courier who whirled his machete over his head and met the Lone Wanderer's charge head on. Machete met Power Fist as Royce struck with a right hook. The Courier jumped backwards, only to feint to the right and then the left before hitting Royce with the pommel of his machete. He got him right in the side and the Wanderer seemed to fold into the blow, the Courier drew back then swung his weapon down aiming to behead the Wanderer who raised his arm and blocked with Fisto and sent the Courier backwards with a brute uppercut with his off hand. Blood flew through the air as the Courier staggered to his feet. He spat a wad of blood and smiled grimly before meeting Royce's charge.
On the sidelines Ruby felt her legs give as she watched them fight. Yang caught her. "This is..." She couldn't find any words to say. Weiss and Blake watched with uncertainty. Royce was one of the best fighters they had ever seen, and this guy whoever he was, he was matching their taller teammate blow for blow.
They didn't want to see what was happening to their friend. Royce was like a whole different person. His face...that snarl didn't belong to the polite young man who walked the halls of Beacon. Weiss had to bite down a scream as the Courier's machete narrowly miss cutting off Royce's left leg, the Wanderer had pulled it out of the way in the nick of time and sent his opponent a haymaker that had every right to tear his head off.
The Courier ducked that blow and went for the Power Fist, his machete made a large rent in the weapon causing it to start sparking. He then jumped back as Royce attempted to smash his fist into his body. Furious with the fact that is weapon was rendered useless the Wanderer tore Fisto off his right arm. He looked at the Courier who dropped his machete. Good. Nothing beat the old fashioned way. Royce raised his fists.
Royce struck first letting his fists fly. The Courier bobbed and weaved countering every strike with his own. Royce endured each blow and sent a hammer fall of blows on his opponent. The Courier pivoted back, slapping aside the Wanderer's fists and struck with a lightning fast punch that forced Royce backwards. The Wanderer put up his arms blocking a wide sweeping kick then countered with a punch. The Courier stepped back then sent Royce flying with a particularly hard spinning back heel kick.
The Wanderer hit the floor then rolled as the Courier's boot descended upon the spot where his head was a few seconds ago. He got to his feet and kicked the Courier out of the air, stopping the attempt at a flying kick. Stumbling backwards he felt the knife wound in his side and clamped down hard on the pain. Royce winced as the Courier got up shakily and produced a stun grenade. Throwing it down in between them Royce saw his world go white as the stun grenade detonated.
When Royce got back to his senses the Courier was gone. So was Roman Torchwick and his goons.
/
In the end Blake didn't get the chance to question Torchwick who had slipped away when the brutal fight had begun. She got the rest of the story from Yang. Ruby and the others had arrived to find the dock in chaos. Penny had taken care of the Bullheads after Ruby narrowly avoided getting blasted into pieces. Now the strange girl was nowhere to be seen.
Blake watched as Ruby tried to keep Royce awake when the boy had suddenly fallen on his side and blood began pooling around his body. Yang rolled him onto his back taking off her scarf and using it as a makeshift bandage to try and stop the bleeding. She was stony faced but her eyes told everyone that she was trying hard to hold it in. Ruby was crying, telling Royce to wake up. Weiss walked over trying to console the poor girl. Blake stood with Sun not knowing what to do.
It was going to be a while before they managed to get back to Beacon but it didn't matter anyway. The headmaster arrived at the Hospital with Professor Goodwitch in tow. Ozpin was all cool and calm as he asked Ruby and the others what had happened tonight.
Ruby, still trying to keep herself from falling apart, was about to start explaining when one of the doctors came in and told them all that Royce Walker had been poisoned and that his condition was rapidly deteriorating.
For Ruby Rose that was the first time that she had seen Ozpin visibly angry.
/
The next morning...
Royce Walker blinked irritably as the sun's rays seemingly magnetized to his face. Wincing as he managed to finally open his eyes he looked around before realizing he wasn't in the Brotherhood of Steel's Citadel. He exhaled once.
Yeah...he felt like crap. Whatever meds they had on him had the terrible side effect of making him drowsy.
The Wanderer turned his head to look around the room and then at the IV attached to his arm.
Fuck.
As though sensing he was awake Ruby Rose walked through the door and blinked. Royce stared back. "Hey..." he raised a hand weakly and waved. She didn't say anything but she walked right over and gave him the tightest hug she could muster.
"You're okay..." Ruby whispered. "You're okay..."
"Yeah, Ruby..." Royce said reddening slightly. "Yeah I'm fine...You guys okay? Was anyone else hurt?"
"No," Ruby shook her head. "Everyone went back up to Beacon except for me. Ozpin wants to talk to you."
Ozpin walked in next with the doctor in tow. Royce was too tired but he felt mildly amused that the poor guy looked floored that Royce was already awake. "I am glad to see that you are awake Mister Walker." Ozpin told the young man.
Royce shrugged. "I've gone through worse, professor." he said hoarsely.
Ozpin smiled. "Miss Rose, I wish to talk to Royce privately." He told her. "Could you wait outside for a bit?"
"Yes professor." Ruby walked out but not before giving Royce a hesitant smile.
Ozpin pulled up a chair and sat next to the bedside. "Well, I see that worrying has cost me nothing more than a few hours of sleep but I can always get those back. The good doctor has informed that you should be, to be quite frank, dead."
Royce shrugged. "I'm stubborn like that." he said softly. "But the guy I was fighting wasn't exactly the easiest opponent."
"That was what I would like to ask you about, mister Walker. Seeing as Miss Rose has told me that he bears the same device that you do on your left arm."
Royce looked at his Pip Boy. "To answer your questions...no, I do not know him personally." He answered Ozpin honestly. "I have never met the man in fact but...There has been some rumors going around that he was hunting the White Fang."
Ozpin blinked as though he weren't surprised. "Ah yes, the bounty hunter as he has been called in some circles. I have heard some things as well, this might interest you." He pulled out a scrap of newspaper.
Royce took a look at it. The article was dated a few months way back in the semester. It showed the picture of the Courier, in full armor, standing over the corpse of a White Fang member. He was masked, the red optics of his helmet glared at the camera.
MYSTERIOUS GUNMAN STOPS DIABOLICAL PLAN TO SABOTAGE DUST SHIPMENTS TO VALE!
It detailed how the Courier stopped a train robbery and not only escorted the train to a port in Atlas but also slaughtered almost fifty White Fang by himself. There was nothing else of import, the Courier had no information on him. And the journalist who attempted the interview had failed to even get a single word out of the man.
"He seems quite a interesting fellow isn't he?" Ozpin asked. "Albeit in a more...violent way."
"Yeah," Royce's glare was cold. "He is."
"It is most unfortunate that the SDC has hired him as a contractor, which will make investigating him...difficult." Ozpin said. "Tell me mister Walker, you've fought him first hand. What do you think?"
"We'll see him again probably. What with the White Fang running around in Vale." Royce said. "I don't know his motives. But he's dangerous headmaster. Real dangerous." His eyes grew colder.
/
Royce's recovery was swift and without complication and he was released after a three day stay. He returned to Beacon with a slight limp and would have to take it easy for a while. That was fine with him. He was looking forward to getting back to the Academy anyway. Ruby accompanied him the rest of the way into Beacon.
"Hey Big guy!" Royce looked over to see Yang with a large grin on her face. Blake turned her eyes on him. Weiss crossed his arms. "So they finally let ya out of the hospital."
"Hmm, yes. The food sucked." Royce told her still looking tired. He rolled his shoulders. "And I swear they stuffed my mattress with rocks."
Ruby giggled. Yang shook her head. Royce then turned to Blake. "How are you holding up?" he asked her.
"I'm fine Royce, and even if I didn't get the chance to..." she looked around. "Well, thanks for coming after me."
"No problem," Royce nodded his head. He smiled. "Happy to help."
/
Roman Torchwick finished up his cigar. "Yeah of course I failed," he said looking at his associates. "You know why, because someone failed to mention that the Schnees hired a complete psychopath to come after me! And them!" He nearly forgot mentioning the assorted White Fang who were busy loading Dust into containers.
Cinder Fall sighed through her nose. But she smiled. "You don't need to worry so much," she spoke softly. "We still managed to get what we needed."
"Oh yeah sure, we got the frigging Dust but that still doesn't help the fact that we've got a legit crazy person coming after our heads!" Roman threw his arms up in exasperation. "Let me guess. Proceed as planned?"
Cinder smiled and nodded. Roman really shouldn't worry so much, everything was part of the plan. Even if their mutual friend, the man known as the Courier, was trying become a snag.
That was what the White Fang was for. Even if they didn't know it.
Well, shoot looks like next semester will be most interesting. Again I thank you for reading this newest addition to Purity. And next chapter will be the start of Season Two.