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Outside a large, supposedly abandoned warehouse, four people waited silently for the return of their team-mate.

"I'm going to be honest, here," muttered the (though Glynda would never admit it out loud) ever stylish team leader of team CFVY, Coco Adel, "That doesn't look like the headquarters of anything, to me."

"Agreed," the green-clad Yatsuhashi Daichi, his rather large size not quite lending itself to staying hidden, nodded from his position further back, "But if we have reliable intelligence, presumably looks are deceiving."

Glynda felt the urge to point out that, while they had intelligence, calling it 'reliable' wasn't exactly a guarantee. Any statement she may have made to that effect was cut off by the reappearance of their last team-mate.

Dark-skinned, covered in scars, and, oddly for a Hunter, completely blind, she privately had a lot of respect for Fox Alistair, believing him to be a fine example of how with enough hard work, a potential hunter or huntress could overcome any obstacle. She endeavoured not to voice these sentiments, however – primarily because he would not have appreciated them. He had made it clear upon his entry to Beacon that he did not wish to be coddled due to his disability.

"Mr Alistair," she acknowledged his appearance, "What did you find?"

"I'd say there's somewhere between forty and fifty people in the main room of the warehouse, judging by the level of noise their conversations produced," he reported, "I'm willing to be they're all armed, I heard guns cocking and swords sliding out of and into their sheathe. I definitely heard a chainsaw, at one point, as well."

Glynda frowned. "So we have an abandoned warehouse full of armed individuals. That is sufficient reason, when combined with our other intelligence, to suggest that this is the White Fang, but the numbers..."

"That's not the sort of manpower you'd expect at their HQ, right?" Coco cut in.

"Quite correct, Miss Adel," Glynda nodded, "My inclination is to suggest that this is merely a large side operation."

"What are our orders?" Yatsuhashi asked her.

Glynda thought about it. It didn't seem like this was the headquarters that they had been promised by Ozpin's mysterious informant. However, if they could take in whoever was in charge of this operation, that person could potentially get them the information they needed to stop the White Fang permanently. And with this being a side operation, it was a far easier proposition for her team to tackle...

"We are going in," Glynda informed them all, "We shut down this operation. Our priority is the capture of anyone who looks like they may be in a position of leadership. Now, as the leaders of the operation will be the most powerful and skilled opponents, I will move ahead once we enter and search the building to find and apprehend them. I would like you four to entertain our hosts in the main section of the building."

They nodded.

"You've been even more quiet than usual, Velvet," Coco asked in concern to their other team-mate, "Anything wrong?"

As an obvious Faunus, Velvet Scarletina had every right to have a strong opinion on the White Fang, their cause and their actions. "No," the girl shook her head, "We need to do this. I need to do this. They give all of us a bad name... a worse name," she frowned, "Things are bad enough for Faunus without the White Fang doing everything they can to prove the bigots right... if we can help put a stop to them, I won't allow myself to sit on the sidelines."

Once again, Glynda found herself very impressed with Velvet, and despairing of the world at large. What did it say about them, when a young woman like this, who showed more strength of character than any of the humans she knew, was regarded as some kind of lesser being by so many?

"Well spoken," she praised, ignoring the girl's embarrassed blush. "Now then, students, before we proceed, as your teacher, I feel it would be remiss of me to miss an opportunity to further your education. Particularly relating to the etiquette of being a good guest," she adjusted her glasses, "You see, in most circles, it is considered polite to knock before you enter another's home. Mr Daichi," she nodded to Yatsuhashi, "Perhaps you would like to demonstrate what a polite young man you are?"

For the grunts who were currently waiting in the main section of the abandoned warehouse, things had gotten rather boring.

First, the Lieutenant had picked several groups out – informing them that they would have their chance for glory as they would defeat the local criminals who dared to stand against the White Fang.

Then, they had arrived at their destination, and were given the briefing: they were expecting an attack against this location. They would defend it, defeat the local criminals, and be rewarded for their success. They had also been informed of all priority targets, their appearance, weaponry and fighting styles.

They hadn't been informed that the waiting would be so boring. More than one of them silently wished for something, anything to happen.

They would immediately regret that wish, as the wall was blown open by a thundering impact, that seemed to shake the entire warehouse.

They regained their bearings, and drew their weapons, ready for whoever would come through the breach.

When a brown-attired, slim girl in sunglasses and a beret strutted in like she owned the place and palmed her shoulder bag,, they were somewhat confused, particularly as this girl looked nothing like any of the priority targets they had been informed of.

"Well, they were definitely right to call me," she said, shaking her head, "Hello, members of the White Fang! Coco Adel, world-class Fashionista, at your service," the girl introduced herself, "I'm here to fix the problem with your outfits."

This got a few confused looks. "...What problem with our outfits?" one female member asked, somewhat self-consciously.

The girl, Coco, looked at the speaker with pity. "You mean you don't know? Well, I guess it's my solemn duty as a Fashionista to educate you."

The bag at her hip suddenly unfolded outward, and the solders of the White Fang suddenly became very aware that they were staring down the multiple barrels of an extraordinarily large mini-gun.

"They don't have enough holes in them."

That was when the other four entered the room, and the bullets started flying.

Cinder's head whipped around as one of the grunts frantically opened the door to the converted basement. "Boss! We've got hunters! Five of them!"

"Five?" She frowned for a moment, "One and a team of students. Clever boy, Roman. I can't say I was ever expecting you to run to Beacon."

Roman leaned back in apparent satisfaction. "Well, I try not to let myself get predictable."

Cinder considered her options. If she stuck around, she would probably end up in a fight with a Hunter or Huntress – and depending on just who they had sent, she wasn't sure if she could take them on or not. Staying, however, meant there was a good chance to preserve a significant part of the White Fang's strength.

"Hold them off," she told the grunt with a reassuring smile, "I'll be there shortly. Tell the Lieutenant he can... cut loose," she added.

Relieved, he nodded, and left the room. Cinder turned to Mercury and Emerald, who were anxiously listening to the sound of the fight. "Grab your gear. We're leaving."

"Wow. That's cold," Roman remarked from his cell, "Even I wouldn't do – ah, who am I kidding, of course I would."

"We taking him with us?" Mercury indicated to their prisoner.

"Yes," Cinder ordered, "I don't want this all to be a waste, after all."

Coco smashed a grunt in the gut with her bag, doubling her over and leaving her gasping on the ground, winded. She then took a moment to observe the fight.

Her initial volley had taken down a good ten or so of the grunts – she had her baby set to stun, of course, so she didn't paint the inside of the warehouse with chunks of terrorist. She saw Yatsuhashi blow five of them away with one swing. Over on her left, Fox was handily dispatching another three, while Velvet was in front, kicking one in the face.

Professor Goodwitch had gone on ahead – the pair of unfortunate grunts who tried to stop her were planted in the wall with one wave of her riding crop. Still – Coco wasn't particularly concerned. She knew they could handle a few grunts.

She leaned back to avoid the sword-thrust of an unwitting fool who tried to blindside her – hand shooting out, she grabbed his collar, and pulled him down, hard. His face descended quickly, as her knee ascended, equally quickly. The two collided with a meaty crunch and his face lost the engagement decisively.

Another tried to slash at her – she leaned to the side again, before lashing out to the side of his leg with a powerful kick. She felt the leg break sideways and he screamed in pain.

As her favourite, self-invented saying went – look pretty, fight ugly.

As this came to mind, she glanced at Fox – currently putting another unfortunate terrorist down with an elaborate martial arts move. She once joked that Fox was basically her opposite – he looked rough, and fought pretty. He took the statement with the light-hearted intent that she intended; after all, it's not like he particularly cared about physical appearance.

The sound of a chainsaw whirring up drew her attention. She scanned the room, instantly spotting the huge White Fang member who was advancing on Velvet – who was currently busy with two others.

"Yatsuhashi!" Coco snapped as she smashed her bag straight into the face of another goon, "Big guy has your name on him!"

Yatsuhashi, with surprising speed for someone his size, barrelled past her, blade aloft, charging down the huge man. His opponent noticed him right away – and charged forward to meet him.

The two titans ran at full tilt – it was going to be a head-on collision. Both let out a mighty roar as their weapons connected.

Every window in the warehouse shattered as the entire building shook from the force of an enormous impact. Glynda felt a small shock wave ruffle her hair, originating from the room she had just left.

"What the devil are they doing back there?" she frowned, but decided to place her faith in Team CFVY – they weren't the top-rated combat team in the school for nothing. She had a different task to complete – she believed she had found the emergency exit. If she hurried, she may be able to catch any escapees before they got away.

"What is going on in there?" Cinder shook her head in disbelief as she surveyed the damage from whatever had just occurred inside the building. Putting it out of her mind, she exited the door towards the landing pad, where a bullhead was waiting.

The concrete flooring around the two duelling giants was essentially gone – replaced by a large, if flat, crater, in which they were locked in a furious exchange of swords. Yatsuhashi was slightly faster than the giant White Fang terrorist, but the latter was clearly a more experienced fighter and even a touch from his weapon could do some real damage.

Still, the balance would be tipped – that shock wave had knocked out the remaining minions, freeing up the rest of the team to assist their large team-mate. As the pair's blades locked again, Velvet was the first to close the gap – with a jumping kick to the side of the man's head. He stumbled slightly, but did not seem overly affected – he grabbed the startled girl by the ankle with one hand, before swinging her at Yatsuhashi.

He was unable to block the attack, for fear of harming his team-mate, and was forced to stumble back to avoid the blow as best he could. His opponent then threw Velvet bodily towards the advancing Fox – both of them shouted in pain as she collided heavily with him.

The man lifted his chainsaw, ready to swing down at Yatsuhashi, who tried to bring his sword up to block – however, he was interrupted, as he became the recipient of a full body-check from Coco. He had practically shrugged off Velvet's kick – but while Coco wasn't quite Yatsuhashi, she certainly wasn't Velvet either. He was bodily knocked away from Yatsuhashi, stumbling back as Coco advanced on him again.

He swung his chainsaw from her right – her bag came up to deflect it in her left hand, and in one smooth motion, she turned fully clockwise to slam her right elbow into his face. He stumbled back again, his mask now slightly cracked, then lifted his chainsaw high to swing downwards – she blocked it, holding her her bag in both hands, but was forced to one knee by the effort. His superior strength was starting to win out – but as the chainsaw inched closer against her straining efforts, she pushed it off to the right, throwing him off-balance as the chainsaw, now lacking any kind of resistance, hit the ground.

Coco didn't waste a moment. In a flash, she had twisted onto her back, grasping her opponent by the head with her feet – then, in a twisting roll, her legs slammed him face-first into the ground, hard enough to crack the concrete. Using the momentum from the manoeuvre, she rolled over to kneel on his back.

Not giving him a moment to recover, she began savagely beating his head deeper into the concrete with her bag.

"Enjoy!"

Crack.

"Your!"

Crack.

"Massage!"

Crack.

"Asshole!"

Before she could land another hit, he roared and pushed up with all of his considerable strength – which was enough to send Coco bodily flying into the air. In a surprisingly smooth motion, he grabbed his chainsaw as he rose and swung it, clockwise towards her. Her eyes widened and she positioned her bag to try and block the hit – but it was unnecessary. Two hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back away from the swing, as Yatsuhashi re-entered the fight and occupied their enemy again.

She turned to her saviours. "Nice save, guys."

"He is ridiculously tough," Velvet frowned as she observed their opponent, whose mask was now completely gone - not that they could have identified his features from what Coco had left of his face, "I don't even think he felt it when I kicked him."

"You're telling me," Coco then turned to Fox, "Let's see how well he takes a different kind of hit. You're up, Fox."

He nodded, and approached the fight.

Yatsuhashi saw Fox from the corner of his eye, and quickly surmised the basic plan. He exchanged a few strikes with the other man – as soon as his opponent had lifted his chainsaw high for a strike, Yatsuhashi's sword rushed up to keep it there as long as possible – leaving his body open for Fox to come in.

Fox didn't miss a beat – he rushed in to take advantage of the opening. Unfortunately, the White Fang fighter had seen him coming as well – a foot shot up to kick him as he approached, forcing Fox to stop.

However, standing on only one leg, even for a moment, gave Yatsuhashi the opportunity he needed to push the other man off balance. With a roar, he pushed forward with all of the considerable strength he could muster. As their enemy stumbled, he shouted "Now!"

It was all the signal Fox needed. He darted in again, both arms cocked back, ready to strike – and as soon as he got in range, his arms shot forward, both fists colliding cleanly with the man's torso. A visible shock wave rippled through his body as he was sent flying back into the opposite wall with enough force to crack it, before another, delayed shock wave visibly distorted his body again. He fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and then lay there, unmoving.

Fox breathed an audible sigh of relief. "Whew. I'm glad that actually worked."

"Indeed," Yatsuhashi nodded, "I was not relishing the thought of facing him any longer."

Then the man stirred again.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Coco complained.

Growling, the terrorist pushed himself up on one hand. He looked up at his four opponents – before a brown box with a golden trim collided heavily with his forehead. Everything was silent for a moment, before his head swayed a little... then dropped to the ground again. This time, he didn't get back up.

Coco and Yatsuhashi stared at Velvet, whose arm was still out-stretched in a throwing position. The shy girl reclined on herself in embarrassment. "Ah... sorry, it's just... I was really getting sick of him."

Coco finally laughed. "We need to get you sick of people more often."

"Race traitor," a voice groaned from the floor, and the four whirled around to find that one of the grunts was still conscious, if still on the floor, and was glaring at Velvet.

Coco stopped laughing. "And look at this – we've already got our first volunteer."

"Why are you attacking us? Your own people? With the Humans, even! We're fighting to make things better for all Faunus!" the woman spat.

Velvet strode towards her with an unreadable look, before leaning down to look her in the eye. "All you have ever done for me," she said finally, "Is make them hate me more. Made me into a target. Because they knew I wasn't like you, the ones they feared and despised. They knew I was peaceful. They knew I wouldn't fight back."

She stood up. "You aren't fighting to make things better for all Faunus," she said, voice colder than any of them ever remembered hearing from her, "You're fighting to make things better for you."

She then knocked the woman out with a solid kick the head, before walking back towards her team.

"Are you all right, Velvet?" Yatsuhashi asked quietly.

Velvet looked around at the carnage they had caused. "Yes," she admitted, "I think so. This was surprisingly cathartic."

"As I always say," Coco agreed, "If your problems can't be solved by hitting them hard in the face, you're either not hitting hard enough, or you need to start aiming for the nuts instead."

Fox sighed and palmed his face. "Our responsible team leader, people."

"Anyway," Coco continued, "Yatsuhashi, Velvet, can I count on you to look after things here? Get the big guy restrained as well as you can, if he wakes up again, have Velvet take him down," she sounded amused, "Tie up the grunts, and keep watch. Fox, you're with me, we're going to find the Prof and see if she needs any back-up," she paused as a loud noise seemed to come from outside.

The three students able to see stared in disbelief as an enormous, serpentine dragon comprised entirely of flames roared past the shattered windows and into the sky.

"Okaayyyyy..." Coco said dryly after a moment, "I'm going to take that as a 'yes, she does'. Come on, Fox!"

Fox looked confused as he began to follow her towards the exit. "Right, but what just happened?"

"Just a giant dragon made of fire!" Coco called over her shoulder.

"Oh, all right," he nodded, still following her, "Wait, a giant what made of what? Coco? Coco! I don't think I caught that part correctly! Coco!"

A/N: Coco is so much fun to write. Absurdly fun. I feel like I want to write an entire fic that's just her kicking arse non-stop.