Okay, So I have gotten a lot of messages asking me to continue, and I figure I should make another chapter. The problem is finals are coming up, and I'm trying to save my research methods grade. So I've been busy.

Also Thanks to Kegi Springfield, you really helped me get my inspiration back for this story. Lets hope it sticks.

But its a beautiful day outside, and I'm typing this up in a nice shady spot. So I'm in the mood for writing.

Also for those of you asking what kind of Punisher I plan to make him, he will be more like Thomas Jane, because one, I liked that one better than War Zone, and two it seems Thomas Jane's punisher fits in with Jaune's strategic mind. But Jaune will also be a bit more...dark at times.

But don't worry, there will be plenty of times where he decides to fuck it and go all "Nora, just hit them with the hammer." on everybody.

Here we go.

JAUNE

It had been a few weeks since Jaune had gotten the rest of his supplies, right now he was busy trying to track down White Fang members. Unfortunately, it was much harder than it looked, however he learned by trial and error, after all, you could only mess up so many times before you realized what you were doing wrong. It was hard for him to find a place to camp while he was in the field. Mostly he had been sleeping under the stars, with a few occassional hotels through the cities he passed.

He got a chance to see the state of the country throughout the world. Vale wasn't the only one that was in danger as it would seem. The white fang must have spread out all over the globe. Because everywhere he went, he could see signs of gunfire, Grimm attacks, and the weapons of fallen huntsman scattered everywhere. It pissed him off, these people died for no reason. He tried not to stay in one place for too long. As he knew that if any of the local authorities knew what he was up to, they would probably treat him as a terrorist.

And you know what? In a way he was, he wasn't one on a large scale. But he definitely was not shying away from violence either. Throughout the past few weeks, he had been going after small targets. Nothing large, just your local drug dealer or someone attempting to steal bread from a family, it didn't matter, because they all fell to the ground the same way. But with every successful kill, he adapted and he overcame any difficulties he faced. If he was slow on the draw, he worked on improving his reflexes. If he was not prepared for a fist fight, he trained his body, if he was caught before his plans could go off. Then he escaped and would draw his plans more carefully before the next mission.

"Hey Mister, you gonna eat that?" A faunus child with a fox tail asked as Jaune grunted and tossed him a can of beans.

"Take it, not a big fan of them anyways." He said as he walked off.

Everywhere he went, it was the same thing, kids out looking for food, either for themselves or their family. It wasn't right, they shouldn't have to be fighting for their lives at this young of a age. But then again, what the hell did he know? Whatever, he was in this city for a reason.

He had overheard talk about a few white fang members in the city trying to take kids off the streets. They were trying to indoctrinate the faunus children into the white fang by giving them promises of a better life while making their hatred for the human race grow. So in other words, the White Fang were war profiteers. Seems like everything was going exactly the way they wanted it to.

Jaune was here to make sure that they knew that someone was going to stand for their shit.

"So kid, have you heard any rumors lately?" He asked as he knew that the people on the streets tended to be a good source of information.

"Not much, it's hard to get any information these days with the CCT towers being down." He said as he dug into the can of beans.

"I meant locally, surely you must know something?" He asked as the kid looked around.

"Well, there were a few huntsman here a day ago, they were sent to respond to a Grimm attack, but we haven't heard from them since yesterday, all we know is that we went to go check on their camp, and they were gone, there was no sign of a disturbance, heck it didn't even look like a Grimm came through there, their weapons were left behind, it was almost like they disappeared." The fox boy said as Jaune nodded.

Missing Huntsman with no sign of a Grimm attack? He gave it a few moments. This wasn't the first time he had heard a similar story. After all, it was one of the Fang's tactics. Make it seem like the Huntsman abandoned the civilians, or that they were easily killed, and then lure people in with promises of safety. Chances are those huntsman were wither captured, or worst case scenario, they were already dead.

"What do you think happened?" He asked the kid.

"I don't know what to think, all I care about is surviving." He said as Jane grunted.

"A statement that possesses more wisdom than one would think." He said as he walked away.

"Hey! Thanks for the food!" He said as Jaune looked back.

"Just stay alive." He said as he tossed something back to the kid.

"Whats this?" He asked as Jaune spoke up.

"Something to help you." He said as he walked away.

The fox boy unrolled the small parcel that the blond haired man had given him. When he looked at it. He saw a set of throwing knives, these were not the cheap ones you would see in the circus. He recognized the symbol on them, they were Atlesian in origin, either this man was a former soldier, or he had stolen them. Either way, the kid could see the value in them. These days it was hard to come across any kind of weapon for self defense. And while these were small. They were still useful for hunting small game. So he figured he could find a use for them.

"Thanks mister!" He said as the blond man was already gone.

Jaune didn't get enough information, but he figured with a small city like this, the white fang would obviously be trying to hide any sign of them being there until they were absolutely sure they could find support. Especially if the Atlesian army was going to be running through here. He had heard rumors that they were doing patrols, but their forces were spread thin since each country was trying hard to combat the white fang and the Grimm. Unfortunately after the fall of Beacon, it would appear the Faunus who were secret white fang supporters joined with them as soon as they saw a sign that no place was truly secure. After that, they believed that the white fang could truly bring a glorious revolution against the human scum, so as a side effect of the fall of beacon, the white fang's numbers grew in size.

How could this have happened? How could a small terrorist group that nobody took seriously as being a powerful force be doing so much damage? Yes, they were dangerous, but to the level of mass genocide and destruction? If you told him months ago that the white fang would succeed in plunging the world into chaos, he would have laughed and said there was no way. But now he was old enough to know better.

When there is a possible enemy, you don't sit around and do a minimum amount of work to try and stop them. You march in with the full might of your arsenal and eradicate them before the pests had a chance to fester.

And thats what the White Fang were, they were pests who needed to be taken out. Jaune pulled out a data pad. Another item he had stolen from Atlas, he mostly used it to track heat signatures, which made it easy to find people who were trying to hide. Unforturnately, while he may have been in a small town, it would still take a long time to find who he was looking for. And when he did, there was going to be hell to pay.

LATER IN A UNDERGROUND WAREHOUSE

"You know, all the other members are out there killing soldiers, and we get stuck with fucking supply runs." A white fang grunt said as he was loading supplies into an all terrain vehicle.

"Quit your bitching, you should be happy we aren't in the line of fire." A lookout said as he was making sure no one was around.

"I would rather be out there fighting the human scum than being some damn errand boy for some bitch we don't even know. Seriously, what the hell was the boss thinking teaming up with humans?" The grunt said as the driver of the vehicle scowled.

"Hey! I may not like this anymore than you do, but you know better than to insult the boss!" He said as he glared at the big mouth.

"Well he's not here! It's not like he has eyes and ears everywhere you asshat!" He said as they suddenly heard a noise.

"What was that?" A deer faunus said as he stood up from the table he was sitting at.

"Relax it was probably just a rat." The driver said as another grunt, this time a wolf faunus stood up.

"No wait...I hear it too, what the heck is it?" He said as he looked over at the supply crates.

"It's nothing, you're just being paranoid." The driver said once again as the wolf glared at him.

"I don't know if you noticed, but my paranoia has saved our asses a couple of times, and besides would you rather have me investigate to make sure nothing is wrong, or would you rather I ignore it and possibly get us all killed if it happens to be something dangerous?" He said as the driver scoffed.

"Whatever, just go check it out, what do I care." He said as he was really impatient.

He just wanted to get out of there and get some rest. The truth was he was sick of this mission. Ever since the fall of beacon, their missions had been rather stagnant, other than taking out a few huntsman here and there and occasionally trapping soldiers, there really was not much for them to do. Granted this was better than training the newbies that had come into the fang just as Beacon fell. While he understood that strength in numbers was important, but for the life of him, he couldn't understand how everyone got the idea that a war was the best time to train soldiers. Especially when some of the newest recruits had never even held a weapon before in their lives. It was irritating. Here he had been part of the fang his entire life, he had proven his loyalty, and yet they were taking in common street rats who for all they knew could be spies.

Back to Wolf, he had begun looking in between the supply crates. He could hear that strange noise, it sounded like a microwave going off. He didn't know what it was, but it was bothering the hell out of him.

"Would you hurry up? The sooner you get that little annoyance out of your head, the sooner we can get out of here." The driver said as the Wolf flipped him off.

"Keep your panties on Princess." He said as the beeping was getting louder and louder. Until he found a create.

"It's coming from this? What the heck did they put in this thing that it won't stop making noise?" He asked as got ready to open it.

They had been sent here to pick these supplies up by a fang sympathizer, apparently they had stolen the weapons from signal academy which kept numerous amounts of training weaponry on head to help students find the weapon that suit them best, so they could work on creating their own weapon. Add that on to the fact that the other crates were filled with dust ammunition as well as food, something that the fang would need if they were to continue this war of theirs, they were only too happy to take it. But still, what the heck could be making that noise?

"Okay, lets see what we got here." He said as he lifted the lid off the supply crate.

BOOOOOOOOMMMM!

All of a sudden an explosion engulfed the wolf faunus before he even got a chance to scream out. Causing the others to freak out and turn around, just to see an arm fly their way and bounce off the side of a wall.

"WHAT THE H-" Suddenly the deer faunus stopped talking as a bullet ripped out through the front of his forehead and splattered the remains of his brain on the tiger faunus across from him.

"HOLY FUCK!" He said as he readied his weapon and hid behind the wall.

"WHO'S THERE?!" He yelled as he tried to wipe the bits of brain matter off of his face.

He heard a small noise, almost like footsteps coming from around the corner. So he figured whoever it was must be near. So as soon as he saw a foot step in front of him he jumped out and shot the man in the chest. Only to see that it wasn't whoever was attacking them, no, instead it was their driver. Normally Tiger would have been freaking out due to the fact that he shot a comrade, but then when he took a closer look, he realized that shooting him really didn't make a difference, as his comrade hadn't just been shot, but he also had a crossbow bolt sticking out of his throat. He would have been dead within a minute even if he hadn't have been shot.

But the question still remained, who the hell did that?

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" He yelled out as he suddenly heard the sound of something moving across the floor.

He turned around figuring it had to be whoever did this, but when he turned, he saw that there was no one there, and he noticed that the noise was coming from his feet. He looked down only to see a grenade at his feet.

"SON OF A-" He yelled out as another explosion rang through the area.

All he saw was a bright flash, his eyes felt like they had been burnt to a crisp, and all he could hear was a loud ringing noise in his ears. He put his hands over his eyes as he was trying to stop the pain, but it was only making things worse. While he couldn't see anything, he could still feel the vibrations of someone moving across the floor. He was still mostly blind, but his hearing was starting to come back, and he only heard one sentence.

"Should have quit while you were ahead." He heard as he suddenly felt something hit him in the back of his head, and then everything went dark.

AN HOUR LATER

Tiger suddenly woke up with a jolt. His hearing and his vision were back, but when he tried to stand up, he found that he couldn't move. When he looked down, all he could see was chains wrapped all around him.

"Good, you're awake." He heard a voice say as he looked up and saw a blond man in a trench coat.

"You better untie me! Do you know who I am?!" He asked as he saw the man take a shot of whiskey.

"You're a member of the white fang, thats all I need to know." He said as he turned around.

"If my boss finds out what you did, he's going to fuck your life up!" He yelled as the man walked over and twisted one of tiger's ears.

"He already fucked my life up." He said as Tiger groaned in pain.

"And now, you're going to tell me everything you know." He said as Tiger laughed.

"And what makes you think I would do that! Huh?!" He yelled as the man pulled out a hunting knife.

"Tell me, what do you think hurts the most, large injuries or small injuries?" He asked as the Tiger scoffed.

"WHat kind of stupid question is that?" He said as the man walked over.

"Well, I find that if you cut someone's arm off, you've taken too much of a step, you took away a large piece of them, and they lose too much blood, and they end up dying quickly, way too fast for you to get any information out of, so I tend to take things nice and slow, make their lives a living hell, until eventually they break, do you get what I'm saying?" He asked as Tiger scoffed again.

"Come on, you can't be more than seventeen, you don't have the guts!" He said as Blondie smirked.

"And yet, you saw the result of my handiwork back there." He said as he walked over to a small fire.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he saw the man pull out what appeared to be a small branding iron, except it was just a large square and showed no insignia.

"Oh just making sure I have the right tools, now, before we begin, I have one question.." He said as he pulled out a picture.

"Where is Adam Taurus?" He asked as Tiger growled at him.

"I don't know how you found out his name, but I ain't telling you shit!" He yelled as he spit in the man's face.

"So be it." He said as he took the knife and sliced off one of Tiger's fingers.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" He yelled as he didn't think the blond had it in him.

"Oh look at that, there goes your pinky, don't worry, I can fix that." He said as he pressed the branding iron onto the bleeding nub.

"YOU SICK BASTARD!" He yelled as the iron may have cauterized his wound, but it hurt like a son of a bitch.

"You should be grateful, after all, we can't have you lose too much blood." He said as he held the picture up again.

"Now I'm going to ask you again, where is Adam Taurus?" He asked as Tiger just glared at him.

"I don't know shit!" He said as Blondie sighed.

"I really hate liars." He said as he sliced off another finger.

Thirty minutes later

"I SWEAR TO GOD THAT'S ALL I KNOW!" Tiger cried out as he couldn't take it anymore.

"You know you could have saved us some time by telling me that from the beginning." Blondie said as he cleaned his hands off.

It had taken him seven fingers, but he had gotten the information he had wanted out of the scumbag. But even then, it wasn't much, it was just another list of possible targets the white fang had, and how they made camp in the mountains somewhere, but it still didn't get him any closer to finding Taurus. He had learned of the man's name a week ago when he was in Vacuo, some white fang grunts were speaking his name like he was a angel. But angels don't kill. Once he found out he was the leader of the white fang, he took it upon himself to find him and kill him.

After all, if he was the leader of the fang, he must have ordered the attack on Beacon, which means he was a co conspirator in Pyrrha's death. That moved him to the top of his hit list.