Hey everyone! So, as stated on Monday, this will be the only week when two chapters are posted because university starts on Monday, damn it all. So, I got nothing else, enjoy the teaser for the next chapter, enjoy the chapter itself and I'll see you guys on Monday!

Chapter 4

Aero looked at the two story restaurant in Atlas and flexed his hands, cracking his knuckles and grinning to himself, happy to finally be back on a mission. Three months had passed since the incident with team RWBY and Aero had done what was asked of him while also training to make sure he remained in top shape. Aero's target was a fellow faunus that ran a restaurant during the day but at night ran an increasingly influential gang that the Guild feared would gain to much power. Aero brought his full repertoire of weapons, expecting gang members to interfere with this mission. Wearing his usual black ensemble, he moved along the rooftops slowly, his dark blue hair swaying because it reached his shoulders now and made his way to the brick building.

He easily opened a window, noting how it was unlocked, and looked around the second floor. It was a small area with five tables and ten chairs, the red floor matching the roof and going with the orange walls. It was nearly pitch dark except for a light coming from the stairs, in front of which was a bar. Aero made his way down the stairs silently, spotting the light and taking in the larger room. It had double the number of chairs and tables, with a small stand near the door for the host's and a couple of back doors leading to the stark white kitchen.

"Okay, through one of those doors and to the right you'll find the manager's office," Sebastian said over the radio.

"10-4… Seb, Nova Protocol is a go."

"Got it," his friend replied. Aero made his way to the manager's, looking for another way in but couldn't find one. He shook his head and began to open the door slowly until it jutted forward, knocking him back into a stove. Aero rubbed his back and looked up at what had caused it, realizing it was his target, who looked at him and grinned. She wore a dark red dress that hugged her curves and looked down at Aero, who noticed the curling horns on top of her head that avoided the small amount of brown hair she had on top of her head. The ram faunus looked with black eyes that matched her skin tone and shook her head.

"This is the best assassin huh? Shame," she said, grabbing Aero by the throat and easily lifting him off the ground. Aero choked, gripping her hand until he engaged on of his hidden blades and drove it into her arm. She yelled in pain and let him go, allowing him to gasp for air until she picked him up and threw him out a door, where he slammed on top of a table and caused it and himself to fall over. Aero held an arm over his ribs, noting a couple that seemed broken or fractured, yet also noticing that he was surrounded by the darkness. He quietly moved back, clicking his tongue to note her position and that of the tables and chairs. She yelled for him, shoving a table out of the way as he moved into a better position.

"Where the hell are you assassin?!" she yelled as she went back to the kitchen. Aero immediately ran for the table she overturned and took cover behind it as the lights came back on. She came back and was met with a throwing knife to her shin, crippling her. She yelled out in pain, taking the knife out and throwing it back at Aero, who dodged the sloppy throw and moved in on his prey. She anticipated his move and suddenly lunged forward head first, this time breaking two of his ribs and sending him into the hostess stand. Aero groaned in pain, drew his pistol and shot at her, missing as she moved in herself.

"Fuck this," Aero said, dodging a punch, bringing out both of his short blades and digging them into her back. She gasped in pain until three silenced shots rang out, her eyes going wide until she fell to the side. Aero looked down and saw three bullet wounds in her chest, making him look up to see a figure dressed in all white aiming a silenced assault rifle. The two looked at one another, the figure turning the rifle on Aero when he tried to reach for his short blades, causing the assassin to hold his hands up.

"From the Guild?" he asked, the figure nodding his response, "Well shit, I knew it. Varis wants me dead?" he asked, knowing the answer as the figure nodded its head again.

"Well, you can try."

"Not just me Kalo," the figure said, pulling his hood down to reveal a tan human with dark blue eyes. Both looked up as sounds of shattering glass filled the second floor while similarly dressed figures jumped through the windows that flanked the door.

"Ah, a whole team of… what? Recruits?"

"First and second years. The one that kills you gets your equipment and can choose their missions for five years."

"Sounds nice. I take it you want to be the one to do it out of… what? I guess thirty?"

"Twenty-five and yeah, so shut-" was the last thing he said before Aero grabbed the rifle, thrusted up with it so the stock and scope hit the man in the nose and forehead, dazing him and allowing Aero to wrench the rifle from his hands and shoot him once in the chest. Aero quickly turned to his left, aimed and fired, hitting two recruits in their chests as the one behind him opened fire. Aero ducked and turned, dropping the rifle and digging one hidden blade in his lung and the other below his right shoulder, picking him up and slamming him to the ground.

Aero retrieved his short blades, heard movement upstairs and quickly brought his assault rifle out, which was resting on the middle of his back behind his sniper rifle. The rifle had a slender barrel with an intricate muzzle suppressor and grip on the bottom of the barrel for better aiming along with a stock, the butt of it shaped so it perfectly rested against his shoulder. Aero slid a small, 30-round cylinder of ammo horizontally into the stock, cocked the gun and aimed at the top of the stairs through his reflex sight. He saw a foot and opened fire, hitting a toe and causing the recruit to go down screaming in pain, which ended when Aero sent a bullet into her head. He moved forward slowly, downing another assassin and then holstering his rifle to take out a slender black rod and engage the 27-inch steel blade, ready for a fight. However, the fight came to him as he went upstairs: one jumped the railing and kicked him square in the face, sending him back down the stairs, disorienting him as a few came downstairs to meet him.

Aero got up, collected his sword and deflected a blow as another left a gash on his shoulder. Aero moved back and then leapt forward, digging his hidden blade into one of their throats, rolling off him and cutting one on the shin. He then quickly took out one of his short blades and slashed another's throat, spun and dug his sword into the last's stomach, pinning him to the wall so he could turn back around and finish the one he stabbed in the shin. He took both blades out, hit a button and the bottom of the rod which collapsed the blade back into it and winced at the pain only to look up in time for a bullet to smack his left shoulder, ripping through it and leaving Aero in shock. He yelled as he quickly drew his pistol and put four shots in the recruit that shot him as another came up and swung wildly with their sword. He predicted the moves and dodged them easily, grabbing their arm, breaking it then putting them in a headlock so he could snap their neck easily.

"S-Seb, are you okay?" he asked, wincing at the pain as the last fourteen encircled him with various weapons.

"Yeah, I'm good, you?"

"I'll let you know in a few," Aero said, suddenly throwing three knives, each killing their targets as the rest moved in. Aero jumped into the air and ran upstairs, positioning himself at the top of the steps with his assault rifle in his hands again. He opened fire, downing three more before one moved in and swatted the rifle away before stabbing his hand. Aero yelled and kicked that recruit down the steps, collecting three of her friends and allowing Aero to move back to the bar. He removed the blade and threw it, plunging it into one of the assailant's hearts as he drew his short blade, dodged under a strike and sunk the blade through the back of their neck. He turned, stabbed another three times in his chest and drove the blade into another's stomach. Aero breathed in painfully, holding his ribs and moving slowly to his assault rifle. He sheathed his blade and drew a pistol, aiming down the stairs and waiting patiently as blood leaked from his body.

Abruptly one of the last four kicked him from behind, sending him back down the steps and knocking his pistol from his hands. Aero laid on the floor, the room spinning and his head throbbing as he heard footsteps on the second floor and yelling for help. He got up slowly, caught a kick that was going to connect with his ribs and broke the leg at the knee. The attacker yelled until Aero stabbed them in the throat with his hidden blade, the screaming becoming gurgling as the last three stood at the top of the steps. They stared at Aero and he stared back, wheezing and leaning on the wall, waiting for them to move, which they did.

Their movement was all Aero needed as he instantly threw one knife into the head of one, caught one that was leaping and stabbed them in the stomach and braced the flying knee of the last. He slid back from the blocked strike, whipped his sword out, parried a punch and drove the blade horizontally into the last aggressor's skull. He quickly removed the blade and pushed the dead body down, he himself slumping down and sitting on the floor.

"Seb?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm good now," Aero said, looking down at his left hand, noting the stab wound and cursing at himself for what he had to do. He sheathed his sword, took his short blade and drove it into his hand an inch below the base of his thumb. He suppressed a scream as best he could until he found the tracking device with the tip of his blade and popped it out from his hand. He gripped his hand in agony, multiple curses flying from his lips as he took the tracker and put it on one of the dead recruit's bodies. The tracker, which had been put in him when he first joined, was the only way the Guild could track him and now they were blind to his movements. He shuffled around slowly, gathering his lost equipment and weapons while ripping his right sleeve off and wrapping it around his left hand as a make-shift bandage. As he got his pistol and the last of his throwing knives, he heard a car pull up and was relieved when he saw his best friend get out and run to him.

"You g-got everything from t-the apartment?" Aero asked through gritted teeth as Sebastian helped him to the passenger door.

"Yup, our clothes and your back up weapons along with my tech stuff. I also snagged some stuff from R&D a few days ago after I got our stuff."

"The Guild has an R&D department?"

"That it does," Sebastian said as he clamored to the driver side and drove off, a fresh bandage on his left hand from removing his tracker. In the three months since the last mission, he had decided to grow his facial hair out and was getting a nice black beard that contrasted his brown skin and blonde hair.

"What is it?" Aero said, opening the glove compartment, looking for painkillers and medical supplies.

"About 30 little smoke pellets," Sebastian said, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling one out for Aero to grab, "just twist and throw. Really cool actually."

"Yeah, great, so where the hell are we g-going?" Aero said in annoyance as he clutched his shoulder.

"Oh shit… We didn't think this through huh?"

"Guess not… wait…" Aero said, sitting back and thinking. Sebastian waited at a red light and turned to his friend, who was deep in thought.

"You have y-your Scroll?" Aero asked. Sebastian took out a brand new Scroll, having destroyed his, and handed it to Aero, who opened it up and started researching.

"What are you looking for?"

"For the four huntress's that I met during my last mission… there," Aero said, showing Sebastian a picture of team RWBY.

"Okay and?"

"One of them is Weiss Schnee, she has to have a place in Atlas, her family is from here."

"You really think a Schnee, especially her, is going to let you into her house?"

"Probably not but I need medical attention a-and the Guild will have all of the h-hospitals covered."

"This is a horrible idea."

"S-Seb, it's the only thing I can think of. Besides, I think the Guild may make a move on them n-now that we've gone rogue… would they?"

"Probably will, then again it would draw the press to them, so they may back off."

"Still, they need to know and they need to be protected. This is my fault and I'm not going to have them p-pay for it," Aero said as the light went green. Sebastian took the Scroll from Aero and typed on it while driving, Aero looking out at the night sky of the modern capital. Sebastian made a hard right and continued to drive on, taking multiple exits until they reached the house of Weiss. They stopped at the locked gate, which was open a minute later thanks to Sebastian, who sped up the long driveway and parked the car. Aero got out of the car slowly and trailed behind Sebastian, who was banging on the front door of the small manor. The door slowly opened to a woman in her mid-20's wearing a nightgown that was blue on top but faded to white as it reached her knees. Her ice blue eyes betrayed anger and exhaustion, her white hair was flat against the small of her back and her pale skin matched the light the shattered moon gave off.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know what hour it is?"

"I do Ms. Schnee, but please, you must listen."

"Why should I?"

"Because," Aero said, causing her and Sebastian to turn to the injured assassin who was clutching his injured shoulder, "T-The Assassin's Guild just turned on me and I'm afraid they may come f-for you and your team. You need to gather them and I require medical assistance."

"Not just a part, I was born into it," he responded, earning curious looks from everyone, "Both my parents are, well were, assassins. They retired."

"Okay, so, you guys were attacked?" Scarlet asked.

"Sadly yes. Thankfully we've removed our trackers," he said, holding up his bandaged left hand, "but Aero got the brunt of it. I honestly don't know what his plan is."

"Is he okay?" Yang asked.

"Well, they weren't life threatening injuries, so-"

"I'm – oh fuck – I'm fine," they heard, looking at the source of the sound and spotting the assassin, leaning against the wall, holding an arm against his ribs. He wore a light blue shirt and the same black pants from last night. He shuffled over to them slowly, waving Sebastian's help off as he leaned on a banister for help.

"Sup?" he asked.