A few phone calls later and Deathstroke was being led onto a Bullhead by military personnel. They already had his accomplice, his daughter Rose, in custody. Surprisingly, Slade went quietly. In a very uncharacteristic manner, he seemed to accept his defeat. His daughter, however, did not share his calm demeanor to their capture. Ever since she regained consciousness, she had been struggling and shouting profanities at her captors.

A small group of huntsmen showed up to ensure that the arresting process went smoothly. Professor Ozpin himself came out to meet with Blake and Yang. Upon his arrival, he informed them that Ruby and Weiss were unharmed and able to fight off their attacker. He took the two battered huntresses on board his airship to take them back to the hospital to meet up again with their teammates.

The flight over was relatively quiet. The two girls were exhausted. The last twenty-four hours had been rough on them. They had been through a lot in that time. Not five minutes after getting on board, Yang was already fast asleep. "I can only kick so much ass in one day," was her reasoning before she closed her eyes. As much as Blake wanted to follow her friend's example, she had too much on her mind.

"I'm impressed, Blake," Professor Ozpin said as he took a seat next to her. "Facing him alone probably wasn't the smartest or safest move, but it seems luck was on your side."

The Faunus girl explained, "People were already hurt because he was coming for us. We thought we could keep everyone else safe if we threw ourselves into harm's way."

"And that is what being a huntress is about," he told her. "Choosing to risk your own life to protect the lives of others. I hear that Mister Arc performed a similar act last night at the stadium."

Remembering that Jaune took a bullet for her brought Blake a bit of sadness. She couldn't be more grateful for her life and knew he'd be okay, but she still wished it didn't have to happen.

"I do hope you realize though that you are still just students. You don't have to be burdened by all of the responsibilities of someone at my age. You can ask for help and I, or any other huntsman, will be happy to provide it." She turned away from him. "You're young, Blake. You don't have to be too grown up yet."

"If only that were true," she muttered.

Seeing his words having little effect, Ozpin decided to change the subject. "Your friends told me that when you were first attacked, and everyone else panicked, you took charge and exemplified great skills in leadership. Perhaps you could make a fine leader and head your own team someday."

Blake responded, "No, I couldn't. You see, after I told everyone what to do, I left them. I left my team to go chase a hunch that very well could have gotten me killed. And when everyone else was willing to put up a fight, I was ready to just roll over and accept defeat. If it wasn't for my teammates, I wouldn't have walked out of that warehouse."

"I admire your honesty, both to me and yourself. But those things don't deny that you still have potential," He reassured her. "They just say that you're still learning and you're still growing, not just as a huntress, but also as a person."

Blake stayed quiet, still not wanting to face her headmaster, but she took in every word.

Realizing she didn't want to go any further, Ozpin stood up from his seat. "Think about what I said, Blake. And try not to be too hard on yourself. You've done things greater men would fail to."

He began to walk over to the cockpit of the airship to check up on the pilots. Halfway out of the room he stopped and turned back to the tired girl. "You said you were chasing a hunch. Would you mind if I asked what it was?"

Blake paused for a moment before answering. "The assassin… I thought I knew him."

"And did you?" the professor asked.

"No. No I didn't."

Slade sat with his eyes closed and his arms restrained in the airship as he was flown to whatever maximum security prison he would have to break out of next. He was currently concocting his plan for escape when he noticed something wrong as he felt his weight shift.

"If my estimates are correct, which they are," he said aloud to the two guards sitting across from him, "we are no longer heading towards any holding cell in Vale." He opened his eyes to the two guards removing their helmets. "You thought I wouldn't notice us turn sixteen degrees north, did you? So tell me, what does dear Miss Fall want of me now?"

Mercury tossed his helmet to his side and answered, "Our boss wants you to know that the contract is over. Too much attention has already been called to the matter. You failed under all parameters and will not receive payment."

His partner, Emerald, chimed in, "She also decided to arrange the freeing of both you and your daughter if you forget we ever existed or that you were involved in any of this."

Slade grunted, "Forget a failed job? I'll do my best."

"She does want one final thing from you, though." Slade immediately felt a rush of annoyance upon hearing the voice of the man walking out of the cockpit. Roman Torchwick lit his cigar and said, "Cinder wants to know everything she possibly can about how to take down a certain little team of brats. So she wanted me to ask you," he took a puff, "what can you tell us about your friend, little Miss Belladonna?"

A/N: And that is it. More than a year's worth of conceptualizing, writing, and editing has all led to this moment. I hope all who have made it to this point enjoyed the ride.

If you are willing to wait an undetermined period of time, (probably not a very short one) I can promise that there will be more tales coming from this Remnant filled with heroes in capes.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go hype over Volume 3 of RWBY coming out on Saturday.