Chapter 10
The Faunus and the Monster
"Mysterious Gunman saves Schnee Dust Company CEO from assassination attempt!"- Atlas Newsreel, a few months before classes at Beacon began.
"Courier. Atlas. White Fang." Royce typed up the keywords and watched as the terminal brought up several news articles from Atlas. A few of the stories involved the Courier putting a stop to several White Fang operations against the SDC. It also showed an unconfirmed body count, many requests for his arrests that stopped as soon as the SDC got involved and an interview with Atlas' own General Ironwood, the headmaster of the Hunter academy in Atlas.
Royce kept looking for any more information. Chat forums had at least one topic on him and apart from speculation from the users there was nothing much on the man himself. He had become some sort of folk hero to Atlas' people...and something of a wild card to the Atlesian Military at large.
He managed to get something on the SDC hiring the Courier as an independent security contractor, but other than a little paragraph on the article Royce already knew the guy was a mercenary. Swearing liberally under his breath Royce kept looking even as Weiss logged on to another terminal.
/
"Hello there Miss Schnee!" The receptionist sounded cheerful. Weiss just gave a polite smile. "Ah, would you like to talk to your sister? Miss Winter is a bit worried that you haven't been answering her messages..."
Weiss shook her head. "Tell her that I'm fine, there's no need to worry." She said as her smile faltered slightly.
The receptionist nodded. "If...that's what you want. So! Is there anything that you need today?"
"Ah yes, I'm going to need these. They're for research purposes." Weiss sent over the packets of information she needed. How she did this with a straight face was beyond her. At her peripherals she saw Royce clench his fist before angrily closing out the browser and leaning back in his chair. He then looked at her and shrugged. His expression was glum. Looks like he didn't find anything.
Weiss just gave him a faint smile.
"Um Miss Schnee, these documents are quite...er well, sensitive." The receptionist on the screen looked a bit nervous.
"Oh nonsense!" Weiss just waved that off. "I'm sure my father would understand that I needed some really good research material for my classes." She was not lying, technically. Father had always appreciated her getting good grades. Weiss heard someone laughing. She gave Royce a look, the Wanderer gave a humorous smile before looking back to his screen.
"I...see." the receptionist looked unconvinced but who was she to argue with the daughter of the person who signed her paycheck?
/
"Seriously?" Royce asked when they exited the CCT. "Research material for your classes? How did that get past the radar?"
"You know what I don't know either." Weiss didn't try to argue. Irritably she looked around. "Where's Ruby?"
Royce noticed that their team leader was gone too. "Great..." He said. "But then again I suppose this is a good thing."
"How is Ruby going missing a good thing exactly?"
"Well...trouble usually finds her, so we just need to wait." Royce shrugged.
"I'm giving her a call." Weiss said as she pulled out her Scroll.
"Yeah that's a good idea." Royce waited while Weiss contacted Ruby. When she finally answered all the both of them got was a garbled sentence.
"Sorry! In the middle of something!"
And she hung up...
Weiss and Royce looked at each other. "Let's head into town and hopefully we can find her." Royce suggested.
"Oh all right...I swear the nerve of that girl..."
/
"Uh...Yang..." Neptune said as he kept his hands up while a dozen gunmen had their rifles pointed at him. "Explain to me how you're friends with this guy?"
"Trust me it ain't that important." Yang said as she grinned fiercely at the gunmen who surrounded them. "Alright! We've gone through this before!" She crowed. "Junior! Get your buddies to stand down or else!"
"What the hell do you want?" Hei Xiong looked horrible, his looks were disheveled. "Oh great...it's you."
"Man," Yang quipped. "You look like crap."
"Yeah well when a murderer pays a visit to ask for more information you tend to get drunk. And when you get drunk, you look like crap." Junior shrugged. "And no I don't know where Torchwick is. Bastard hasn't been here for a while now."
"That's not what I'm asking about unfortunately." Yang said. "I figure that murderer you're talking about...yeah can you tell me about him instead?"
Junior exhaled through his nose. For some reason he knew this was going to happen. The Courier had visited him again and while the man had no intent on killing everyone in his establishment, Junior was still terrified of the fact that the folk hero of Atlas was making house calls.
"Look, if I were you kid. I'd drop the subject." Junior ignored Yang's scowling face. "What can I tell you? The guy's a bloody psychopath and he works for the SDC. You don't want to piss around with him."
"He stabbed a good friend of mine," Yang said. "I'm still upset about it."
"Well, if he ain't dead you should be grateful." Junior replied. "Wait...you mean that big guy in the combat armor you dragged in here last time? The one who couldn't hold his drinks?"
"Yes. Him." Yang's expression hardened. "The big lug is my friend."
Junior scowled back. "Your friend's a lucky one." He commented. "Good thing too, then again the Courier hasn't killed me yet so I guess that means I'm lucky like him."
"I don't care," Yang said. "Do you know anything about the Courier or not?"
"You want my advice? Don't bother," Junior told her. "The guy's not forthcoming with any information at all. It's like he appeared out of nowhere."
/
When she finally left Junior exhaled shakily and turned to one corner of the club. "She's gone."
The Courier seemingly materialized out of nowhere and smiled. "Bloody psychopath seems a little extreme don't you think?" He asked Junior as he set down the empty glass he had been using to drink.
"Yeah, well every time you walk in here everyone wants to leave." Junior told the Courier. "What the hell do you want this time?"
"Just checking on my...acquaintances in Beacon." The Courier reassured Junior politely. His voice turned cold. "Nothing for you to worry about."
Junior shivered as the man's piercing glare descended on him. "I won't have to worry about you working with Torchwick anymore will I?"
"Nah, as far as he knows, I'm done with him." Junior said trying to keep up appearances. "I want to live to a ripe old age after all."
"That's always a good goal to strive for." The Courier quipped. "Have a nice evening mister Xiong."
The Courier departed from the club and just missed Yang speeding off on her motorcycle. Idly he considered putting a bullet through her head before deciding that it wasn't worth it. He did wonder why the girl wanted his information. Maybe she had a package that needed delivering?
The Courier shook his head and smiled at the bad joke and decided to take a walk. It was a pleasant night, with a good cool feeling breeze. Maybe he'd find something to do in the meantime.
The explosion way far out, maybe a few kilometers away from his position told him that something interesting had happened. The Courier smiled as he slipped his helmet over his head. It was time to go do some recon.
/
"There you are!" Weiss said as Ruby finally met up with them. Royce just stood to the side checking his Scroll. "Where have you been!?"
"Sorry, sorry...I met up with Penny again." Ruby said. "She...er needed to talk to me about something."
"Penny?" Weiss asked. "What did she have to say?"
"Um...well..." Ruby looked conflicted about something.
"Oh, hey Blake." Royce said when Blake's face appeared on screen. "What do you-"
"We need some back up, it's Torchwick we got made at the warehouse-"
"HELP!" Sun interrupted before the sounds of gunfire echoed. The Scroll then beeped as Blake hung up.
"Well, shoot." Royce said casually as he tucked his scroll back into a pouch on his belt. "Looks like Blake's in trouble. Let's go?"
"Yeah, come on!" Ruby called out.
/
Getting to the warehouse was easy. Dealing with Torchwick's goons AND the giant bloody mechanized behemoth he was piloting was proving to be quite difficult. Royce served up a couple of grenades that sent a squad of White Fang flying. Gunfire erupted over his head as RWBY exchanged fire with the White Fang.
"Any ideas!?" Blake winced as a bullet whizzed by her head. "We're getting pinned out here!"
Ruby fired a couple of shots off from Crescent Rose. "I'm thinking but we gotta get rid of-" A cannon shot sailed over their heads and obliterated some crates sending shrapnel everywhere.
"Ah crap, we gotta move!" Royce hit the magazine release, slammed in a magazine of armor piercing rounds and continued firing at the mech. That was when he remembered he had Pulse Grenades. He ducked back into cover and took one out. Would it be effective? He was pretty sure they would be.
"The heck is that!?" Weiss asked. "Royce!"
"EMPs...Okay then." Royce murmured. "Ruby!" he called to the girl in red.
"Yeah!?" Ruby fired off a couple more shots from Crescent Rose.
"Get ready to move in! I got EMPs!" Royce primed his Pulse Grenade and threw it at the mech. EMPs were useful against robotics and machinery. He hoped it was the same case here on Remnant...
The EMP grenade bounced off the hull of the Atlesian mech and promptly detonated in a flash of blue light. It was enough to stun the Atlas mech for just a few seconds. Royce knew it would take a couple more. He grabbed another Pulse Grenade to follow up with the first one he just threw at the mech. Another flash of blue light told Royce that the EMPs were working.
"Oh...awesome!" Ruby squealed. "Yang! Blake! Hit it from the left side!"
"Suppressing!" Royce yelled as he opened fire on the mech's legs. Sparks told him that his rounds weren't getting through, he adjusted his aim and went for the joints. As the mech suit went down on one "knee" Yang and Blake took its left arm off. Debilitated the mech went for Ruby who jumped back just in time.
Another one of Royce's EMP grenades stalled the machine's advance enough for Weiss to freeze it in place. Ruby sped forward to cut it down, accelerating to the point that she was nothing more than a red blur in Royce's eyes. In a way Royce was both impressed and frightened. No one should move that fast...It should have been physically impossible.
It was almost cheating.
/
The Courier was watching the battle with mild interest. He had seen the Atlesian Paladin before of course, but this one was a new model. And it was getting its ass kicked by four teenage girls and one guy. Still, Roman was admirable at escaping trouble. Someday however the man's little streak of good luck would run out and he would find himself facing judgment for his multiple crimes.
Or he'd probably get gunned down trying to escape from the Courier which, in all honesty, he didn't mind at all. His employers might be a bit upset but even they would not argue with the Atlesian Military. Or him in particular considering who he knew was important to them.
The Courier was disappointed that his marksman's carbine didn't have the range to kill the master criminal right now of course. That and the girl with the parasol who rescued Mister Torchwick seemed quite quick on her feet. Idly, he wished he had his Anti-Materiel Rifle with him, that would certainly do the trick. When Roman had finally disappeared from view team RWBY seemed to be speaking with each other briefly before seemingly deciding on heading back to the academy.
The Courier decided that it was enough recon for one day and headed back to the Academy as well, albeit from a different route. The one with the blonde hair, Yang if he recalled correctly, was not entirely happy with him so he'd do his best to avoid her. It wasn't like he gave a damn about her opinion of him or anything. He just found her to be abrasive.
/
A few days later...
"Uh sorry...no." Royce said and quickly headed off as the second year girl looked down at her feet disappointed. The Lone Wanderer quickly tallied that as the twentieth person to ask him out to the upcoming dance. He was not looking forward to the rest of the day.
As two more hopefuls walked over to him at lunch, he confirmed the fact that he was not looking forward to the rest of the day.
/
"Listen Royce, you're pretty popular with the ladies...and I know you've probably got someone on your mind." Jaune started.
"Yep, I'm listening." Royce barely paid any attention as he replaced the central cathode on his Novasurge. When it finally connected Royce loaded an energy cell and the plasma weapon gave a cheery whine as it registered a power supply. Royce hit the button on his left and a Beowolf shaped target appeared twenty meters out.
Royce took aim and fired a burst of plasma at the target and watched with satisfaction as it turned to ash.
"But...I uh was hoping for some pointers...for uh you know..." Jaune started again. "Asking Weiss to the dance?"
Royce fired the last shot from his Novasurge. "Why not just go ask her?" He told Jaune his tone turning a bit impatient. "And if Weiss says no...there's always other girls you know?" He decided not telling the other boy that Pyrrha of all people had asked him the same thing. Except it was about Jaune. The Wanderer was shocked when he realized that he just snapped at Jaune. The boy didn't seem to notice though as he was too busy focusing on Weiss. Royce shook his head. Okay...maybe he was a bit miffed that Jaune was sniffing around Weiss.
He clamped down on his thoughts immediately.
A few moments earlier...
"Hey Royce, I need some advice." Pyrrha spoke to the left of Royce who was cleaning out the Blackhawk's barrel.
"Yep I'm listening." Royce answered a little absent minded as he reassembled the revolver. Loading the cylinder with standard rounds he cocked back the hammer and took aim.
One trigger pull and the Ursa Major shaped target twenty meters away lost its head. Royce fired again and blew the target apart in a series of well aimed shots. Royce nodded in satisfaction.
"Well...I want to ask Jaune to the dance but he seems dead set on asking someone else...I've helped him out with it but...I don't think she's going to say yes."
Royce loaded another set of rounds. "Well, if he ends up upset about being turned down then try asking him out." He said still not paying attention. "He's kind of dense so you might want to be a bit more...direct."
"Hmm..." Pyrrha thought about it. "Alright, I'll try. Thank you Royce."
"No problem." Royce checked his revolver.
Presently
Jaune sighed. "Alright..." He said. "But-"
"Look, Jaune." Royce spoke up as he vaporized another target. "The best thing you can do is to be honest. A lot of people appreciate honesty. And besides, Weiss is not the only girl out there."
/
Packing away his weapons, Royce parted ways with Jaune. The boy seemed a bit more confident but Royce could still see that his little endeavor could go either way. He had been hitting on Weiss for the past few days with hardly any success, if at all.
Royce exhaled. All this craze about the dance was honestly a bit annoying to deal with. Then again, he supposed that it was a good thing since Beacon was training the next generation of warriors. When they had all finally become those warriors things like this dance would be rare occurrences for those that survived. A school dance...Royce had never been to one, not even down in the Vault with...
He automatically shut down on his thoughts.
The Wanderer picked up his books and headed out of the locker room to go back to the dormitories.
It was a little past five in the afternoon but he was already bloody tired. That and he had promised to go clothes shopping with Weiss tomorrow. How in the bloody hell she managed to rope him into that was beyond him. A promise was a promise though and the Wanderer kept his promises.
Even if it did lead him into what most men considered the bane of their existence.
Royce thought on Weiss again. Was he jealous that Jaune was going after her? It was hard to admit but it was true. He had been spending more time with her, often taking their little strolls around the academy grounds. They usually talked about classes but sometimes other things slipped through.
She talked about how she wanted to honor her family's name, she also talked about her doubts of being good enough to take over when the SDC came calling. She also talked, somewhat, about her family. Her father, who was the head of the company, was not known for his kindness to the lower workers. Especially those who were Faunus. Her grandfather had been targeted by the White Fang. He was still alive but his injuries forced him to relinquish his seat to his son, Weiss's father.
It was a fucked up situation but Royce simply kept quiet about his opinion on the matter and listened. Weiss got everything she wanted when growing up but in exchange for that everything had been decided for her. That was part of the reason why she wanted to become a Huntress.
In return Royce shared some of his own stories. Weiss had been there when Royce shared his life in the Capital Wastes but she was, as of now, the only person to know how much his experiences haunted him. Fighting for his life in the Pitt, the horrors of Point Lookout, leaving Vault 101 and losing what little friends he had left there.
The one that hit him the hardest was finding his father...and promptly losing him to the Enclave.
/
Royce cringed as he and Weiss stepped off the airship and into Vale the next day.
"Well, here we are!" Weiss spoke cheerfully. "And-what are all of you doing here!?" Her cheerful mood evaporated when she saw Ruby, Yang and Blake standing right next to them.
Royce was briefly glad for the company...before he realized that they were probably here to laugh at him. Except Blake. Because she was cool like that. The bags under her eyes made him worry though.
"I'm fine, Royce." Blake gave him a tired smile as though sensing his thoughts. "I'll just...head over to the bookstore or something. Meet me there when you're all done." And just like that Blake slinked off.
"Sleep deprivation." Royce said quietly and Ruby looked up at him. "She'd better slow down before she kills herself."
"Right well...we'll think about it while we're walking around." Yang replied, while she was still as cheery as ever her eyes were as hard as flint. She was worried about Blake too. "You know maybe you and Ice Princess should find something juicy. If you hold that over her head maybe Blake will finally get some sleep."
"I find that unlikely." Weiss said, frowning. "That girl is as stubborn as a mule."
Royce had to agree. That was when Yang and Ruby departed after Blake...and Weiss dragged him off to the clothing store. Royce briefly sent Ruby a rather scared look. Ruby gave him a reassuring wave that definitely did not help at all.
/
It took them almost three hours. Three torturous hours to pick out a pair of slacks, shoes, a dress shirt and a neck tie. Royce decided that hated neck ties. Loathed them with every fiber of his being. His irritation must have showed because Weiss said something.
"You know, you looked rather dashing in formal wear." Weiss complimented him.
"I felt like a fool." Royce said. He looked sheepishly at her. "Sorry...It's just, I'm not exactly the hoity-toity guy. I didn't really need..." He gestured with the bag of purchases they made. "All this."
Weiss just smiled. "Well, you're not there anymore." She said to him, knowing that he was thinking of that dreadful place he called home. "So come on! Live a little!"
Royce looked at Weiss and his cheeks reddened. "Heh...right, right." He said chuckling to himself. "So where else are we going Ice Princess?"
"Stop calling me that." Weiss started looking annoyed.
/
"Well," The Courier remarked as he sipped his coffee. "What a coincidence." To his left Blake Belladonna stood, her shoulders tensed. It was a pretty good looking afternoon. The Courier was honestly not expecting to meet anyone here. Blake was definitely not expecting on meeting him.
"What are you doing here?" Blake asked, her hand twitching to Gambol Shroud.
"If you're going to kill me." The Courier said as he took another sip of coffee. "You better pray that you succeed with the first strike. Because running away won't help."
"I'm not here to do that, I was passing by when I saw you." Blake answered.
Blake narrowed her eyes as the Courier gestured to the seat in front of him. "Come, have a seat and order something."
"Why?" Blake asked. "So you can kill me at your leisure?"
"If I was going to kill you." The Courier spoke calmly. "I would have done it a long time ago." He finished his coffee. "And it would be a shame to start a fight in this cafe, I've heard they can brew up some great coffee."
/
It was pretty awkward at the cafe. Blake watched as the Courier finished his cup of coffee.
"What exactly do you want to ask me?" The Courier asked Blake looking at her with dead eyes. It was hard to face that stare, Blake realized. The man sitting in front of her was completely relaxed and yet he was the most dangerous person in the entire cafe. She noticed that there was a certain space between their table and the other customers'. No one wanted to take a glance, and the poor waitress who refilled the Courier's coffee looked ready to bolt at any second.
"I need to know what the White Fang are trying to do." Blake said, blinking sleepily but refusing to admit that she was quite tired.
"Hmm...well, you came to the wrong person. My contact is not very fond of me it seems and he keeps making excuses for not being able to meet." The Courier's tone was even. "Pardon me for my language but you look like shit."
"That doesn't matter right now," Blake scowled.
"Then how do you propose on fighting against a well organized criminal organization without proper rest or preparation?" The Courier asked her. "It's foolish to go around on your lonesome. Especially in your state."
"You've been doing it, they're scared of you." Blake pointed out. "And how I'm feeling right now doesn't matter."
"I have been ending lives for as long as I can remember, even if my memories are fragmented at the moment." The Courier answered quietly. "And like your tough, tall friend I too come from an apocalyptic wasteland. I would say it's a bit more civilized but there are men who are just as cruel as the White Fang there." He leaned in closer. "And I have killed them just the same."
Blake hesitated. "Have you...met someone by the name of Adam Taurus?"
Her answer was unexpected as the Courier reached into his long duster coat and produced the shattered half of a Grimm mask. She knew it as Adam's. Her first reaction was revulsion, and then disappointment. She had always known that Adam was going to meet his end someday... She just hoped that he died quickly.
"He was the second man who came close to killing me." The Courier tucked the fragmented mask back into his coat causing Blake to scowl at him for not saying anything about her old comrade's demise. "Don't worry he's alive. He and I met on a cargo train way back when I had first arrived in Atlas. He's a slippery son of a gun that's for sure."
"How did...How did you beat him?" Blake knew that her former companion was one of the strongest and fastest swordsmen she knew. For someone like this man to actually manage to wound Taurus it was no small wonder that he could beat Royce in single combat.
"Technically it was a draw," The Courier said. "He was pretty pissed when I shattered his mask. Darn...If I was a bit quicker on the draw." His face turned into a cold, emotionless mask. "No..I should have aimed slightly to the right and I would have splattered his brains all over that train car."
Another awkward silence fell. "You...really don't know much about what's going on do you?" Blake asked.
"Not at the moment, but these things tend to come to you if you're patient. And I have a few hunches. The point is to counter your enemy's plans. With overwhelming force if need be." The Courier answered. "Aren't you supposed to be with your friends? In your state, I don't think they'll be very happy with you running around on your own.
"I...they shouldn't concern themselves with me." Blake said looking embarrassed. "And I don't think Yang wants to see you again anyway so..."
"Too late..." The Courier sighed as he gestured towards the three girls and the young man with them standing outside the coffee shop. The blonde girl had a scowl on her face as she realized the Courier was there with Blake.
/
"You again." Yang stated eyes narrowed at the Courier who gestured for a rather frightened waitress to give him the check.
"Yes. I am here. I am me." The Courier answered. "Is there a problem?"
"What the hell were you doing with Blake!?"
"Nothing." The Courier raised his hands. "In fact we met by mere coincidence. We just had a friendly chat of course. She just wanted to...oh dear."
Blake was snoring lightly in her seat.
"Uh Yang I think we should take her back to the academy." Royce said.
Despite her sour mood, Yang chuckled as she hauled Blake up out of the seat.
"You really didn't do anything Mister Courier?" Ruby asked.
"Oh no, you won't have to worry about anything. She's very tired. I would be surprised if she didn't sleep at all." The Courier said. Yang walked out of the cafe with Blake, Weiss and Royce followed her.
"Sorry for disturbing your coffee break." Ruby apologized politely. Unlike Yang, Ruby really didn't think the Courier was such a bad guy. Sure he may have stabbed Royce in the side and that really scared her but he wasn't trying to actively hurt them right now.
"Oh it was no trouble at all. Have a good afternoon."
/
"See? He wasn't doing anything bad or weird!" Ruby argued with Yang. "He was just trying to get some coffee!"
"Oh yeah, sure. The biggest badass from Atlas is here because he wants to try out local cuisine!" Yang countered. "Seriously, I don't trust him."
"I don't either, but he's not going around trying to kill us is he?" Royce said.
"Royce, he stabbed you and poisoned you." Weiss told him. "How are you not angry about that?"
"Look, what happened at the docks was a complete misunderstanding. I thought he was going to hurt Blake." Royce answered. "But he wasn't. Today he and Blake met up by chance and they apparently had a chat. That's all that happened."
"You barely know the guy!" Yang said looked at him incredulously.
"It's all about knowing people." The Wanderer said. "You did notice that he had his hand in his jacket the whole time didn't you?"
None of them answered.
"And Yang? I think he was watching out for you to take a swing at him." Royce said. When the blonde started protesting he shook his head.
"Not saying that you're in the wrong," Royce calmed her down. "But considering that you were rather angry with him I think he's just being paranoid."
"Well, it would suit him." Weiss commented. "He is going around shooting at White Fang for the fun of it."
"Hmm..." Royce leaned his head back. "...Dang it, I forgot my text-"
"Here!" Ruby threw the book at Royce who barely managed to catch it.
"Jeez, Ruby." Yang said. "You nearly took his eye out!"
"Sorry! I forgot that you dropped it Royce, I was gonna give it back." Ruby scratched the back of her head.
Royce looked at her with a raised brow before opening his book to start studying.
"Man, he's always studying." Ruby mumbled.
"At least he keeps his grades up. I swear you two always borrow my notes whenever Professor Oobleck tells us there's a test!" Weiss complained.
"...I'm still here you know," Royce spoke up as he flipped a page.
"Come on Weiss, we're a team aren't we?" Yang pleaded with the Schnee heiress.
"It would help if you actually paid attention." Royce said. He shushed them once Blake turned over in her bunk.
/
The next day, Royce found the Courier in Colt's workshop. The weapons expert of Beacon kept both eyes on the man in the duster. He was more interested in the long barreled sniper rifle he was testing out.
Seriously it was the biggest fucking gun Royce had ever seen. Ruby, who wanted to accompany Royce, was almost drooling.
The Courier squeezed the trigger and his rifle boomed. The target, which was shaped into an Ursa, practically exploded. The Courier had a frown on his face.
"Yep, my scope's messed up." He told Colt. He noticed Royce and Ruby standing there.
"Nice." Royce gestured to the rifle. "What type?"
"Anti Materiel," The Courier said simply. "Heavy as sin but I've learned how to deal with the weight. It helps that the SDC paid for its modifications. Feels lighter, but I've been having trouble recalibrating the scope-"
"Can I try it out?" Ruby appearing out of nowhere made the Courier nearly jump back.
"...No." The Courier said.
"Aww..." Ruby looked disappointed. The Courier went back to his rifle and kept fiddling with the scope.
"Jesus." Royce whispered out of ear shot. "What the hell is that thing chambered for?"
"It's an Anti Materiel Rifle Royce," Ruby told him. She frowned when the Courier made another headshot. "He shouldn't be using it on people..."
"Yeah you want to tell him to stop?" Royce asked.
"...Point taken."