Okay first of all. I'm so fucking sorry for taking this long. I have to share this computer with a family member who requires it 24/7 for college. But I finally got it out in time. It's significantly shorter, but I hope that isn't an issue.

A train chugged along through Forever Fall forest and sat within the metal cocoon was the Drifter, pissed as all can be - namely due to the fact that the the boats to the city of Vale were all closed, so he had to take boat that docked outside of the City of Vale. He could take silent enjoyment of being able to learn about what's outside the city so he can compare and contrast on what was inside. Too bad he couldn't think as much as he wanted due to a certain fuck in the way.

There was another snore, and then another. The Drifter was leaning towards the window as some horribly obese man snored and was leaning on his side, that wasn't counting the fucker was literally taking up almost half his fucking seat. Of the satin carpet and a metallic interior that looked kinda bland, this fucker made his time unbearable from him bothering to him about taking too much space, and him generally trying to touch his shit

Can I see that?

That thing looks cool, lemme see it!

Woah! Cool! I want one! Can I see it?

The Drifter would've shot the cunt if this was Earth, too bad that people would get uppity over his death.

The train's soft clacking against the tracks did offer a slight lullaby over the orange scenery. It was a relatively nice ride, discounting the fuck. But sadly, the Drifter was tired of dealing with the guy's osmosis sweat somehow getting stuck on his armor, so with some heaves, he pushed himself out of the fatty Hell and began to make his way farther back into the other cars. He really didn't know what was in the other ones so why not just keep going back till you hit a locked door? Pushing through, he was in a breakfast car, then he went back to find third-class (mostly Faunus inside), then it was all third class, most looked at him weird, but he found what looked like a cargo containment. Just beyond the door, the distinct sounds of fighting and explosions were evident, even everyone looked tense inside this cart as they kept eyeing the door and back to him as they expected him to fix the problem.

People were fidgeting in the car, and looking left and right, the Drifter knew that everyone was looking to him for comfort. Looking left and right, he saw kids crowding to their parents, small Faunus and Human children are crying.

With a very audible sigh, the Drifter called to the occupants in an attempt to calm them down, "Alright! You people get the kids to the front of the cart and behind any cover, I know you won't like it, but the adults need to be human shields in case anything penetrates these walls! Understand?" The crowd instantly began forcing kids to the front away from the commotion and as everyone settled, the Drifter nodded in satisfaction and materialized the weapon of legends, the weapon to tear away at Frank Horrigan himself, the bringer of death… Bozar. The Crowd looked even more uncomfortable, probably at the fact that the man who could possibly save them, could horribly die. Problem was that this was the Drifter, he never dies from the petty.

One push, the door was open, the red predator light was brighter than ever as the night-vision buzzed. Gun shots were ringing and throughout the conflict he saw them… Those two…

Blake and Adam…!

"What about the passengers and crew!"

"What about them…?"

"Yeah Adam, what about them?" The Drifter emerged from the darkness into the cargo and out into an open cargo car, wielding the ungodly Bozar in both his hands and at the ready. Adam turned around, mouth turned into a sharp scowl as he matched eyes with the Drifter who - while concealed - had a shit eating grin underneath his gas mask, "Also, Blakey, you might need to step outta the way here. I'm tryin' to minimize casualties, cuz you know… I hate killin' those who don't deserve it."

Blake's eyes widened at that comment, Adam on the other hand didn't bat an eye and probably barely took note, but within Blake's eyes laid doubt, doubt that she has of herself, doubt of the White Fang, and doubt within Adam… The same man that mentored her, the same man she kissed and loved… The same man that she slept with that one night of passion. She hated his indomitable brutality, his hatred for all those who had differing opinions, his hatred of all humans. She felt as if she was cheated, the man she once loved.. Turned into a monster.

"Adam, let's just get rid of the cargo and-" Blake stammered as she tried to continue only to be interrupted

"Blake, we need to make an example of this piece of shit. Show how humans shouldn't interfere with the White Fang!" Adam growled as the Drifter began to get even more lax, all the way to even letting the Bozar hang slack in his left hand as if it was a toy.

The Drifter sighed again. Now the mystery was solved too! They were called the White Fang, and presumably this guy is like, top-tier. Or some shit like that and they're terrorists. Huh… I'm officially now consider myself part of "The Good Guys" now The Drifter paused as Adam and Blake were bickering back and forth, meh. Military doctrine always said, "First one to shoot is usually the one who wins." So why not go by the book? Taking aim, no V.A.T.S required, he laid a small three-round burst towards Adam striking him in the back.

"Fuck you!" Adam roared as he stumbled forward as he was interrupted from his beloved. This man would pay…

The Drifter just saw an angry redheaded. What did he really expect? They were usually the hotheads in most situations. Adam was pointing his oh so threatening sword at him like it was supposed to be intimidation, seventy-five percent of the words he toned out were swears, but the Drifter glanced at Blake which she took notice…

She made up her mind, that was why he was never rough, even when he captured her. Could he tell the amount of doubt she had about those around her? Is this man giving her a chance to start anew? No. Someone wouldn't realistically do something like this. But this was the helmeted man, someone she couldn't pin a name too. He captured her and tried to initiate conversation, willingly let her go, and is giving her another chance? She was going to leave Adam soon… But she wasn't sure when… This man was going to give her the chance.

"I'm sorry Adam…"

Blake sped by Adam before joining with the Drifter. Adam was dumbfounded Why Blake? The thought rang through his mind. Gritting his teeth, he charged in the direction of Blake and the Drifter in a murderous dash to retrieve Blake only to be met face to face with that same abhorrent man.

"You…" Adam seethed with anger as his words leaked with venom that could melt through steel, "You always caused issues. You always get away. One little strike, and then suddenly you're gone… No more.." Adam whipped his blade from his sheath as he watched that lifeless red visor continue to glow. He hated that red glow, it taunted him.

"Oi! Blake!" The Drifter slung his neck behind him lazily, "Go check on those civilians and tell them I got this shit under control." The Drifter shooed Blake away with one hand as he turned to face his new opponent, "So…" There was a stagnant pause between the two men, one of a man almost breathing hot steam, the other with utter indifference, "I think I borked your plan. You gonna leave now? Make it easier for me?" the Drifter swayed back and forth with his arms swinging together.

"No." Adam voraciously shook his head as if he was a hungry animal, "I'm going to kill you right here. Right now."

The Drifter on the other hand was just smiling under his helmet. He's dealt with these types in the Legion. Act so tough about killing him, and they always get mad when he runs. He's not weaker to be honest. Over time, you can make your enemy get more and more desperate trying to kill you since all you need to do is just make an easy getaway. When they get to the point where they just start tossing the ideas of coherent sentences aside, that's when you strike them down. They go into some kind of extreme tunnel vision as they ignore the fact that you may be literally dropping mines right in front of them and they won't even notice.

"I see…" The Drifter paused as he twiddled his thumbs, "That's a problem, because as you can see." The Drifter materializes a bottle of turbo and screws the bottle into a filter, "I have places to be." The Drifter waved and with superhuman speed, dashed to the cart that Blake sat upon waiting for the Drifter.

Adam was stuck in a psychotic state-of-mind as he dashed towards the Drifter. Rage filled his mind as he dashed after the Drifter, "No! You will not run away this time!" Adam was in hot pursuit and lost the sweet, sweet taste of revenge he could've had.

The Drifter's jump was glorious, even he was surprised by how good it was, it blew Olympic records out the water - but that's not considering the fact that he literally sucked in an entire bottle of speed-juice.

Landing on the next cart was as glorious as a whale doing a bellyflop. He smashed into the destroyed pile of robots granting a small scream of the families behind that door to the third-class cart. Blake on the other hand promptly cut the coupler on the cart and watched Adam disappear into the distance as he became a small insignificant dot before fading completely.

It's been twenty minutes since the entire ordeal and Blake looked like Hell. Any attempt to talk to her usually granted a sigh. The problem was that families are still bunched up into the back absolutely horrified - and him and Blake are essentially having a Come-to-Jesus moment. She wouldn't speak, but she did look up at him as he rambled to himself to explain why and how she suddenly appeared on this train.

"So… Blake. I'm gonna say that you were a hostage. Does that workout for you?" the Drifter asked as he and Blake kicked their legs over the train tracks as the locomotive sped-on.

She wasn't speaking.

"Blake I know you probably aren't feeling the greatest right now… Hell, you probably just did an immediate break-up with your boyfriend right now!" Blake shoulders tensed after the "boyfriend" comment, but the Drifter continued, "But I hope you know that you left a sinful path, marred by the deaths of innocents." Blake could only nod at his comments She's really beating herself over this right now.

Blake was still sullen, that was when that same muffled voice entered her ears again, "Let's go inside Blake, I have a cover story and everything. Trust me." Those words pinged around inside her head…

Trust me.

The same words that Adam used to say.

"Blake. We need to go inside now. Seriously, there's a ton of civvies in their shitting their pants. They probably think I'm dead now or some shit." He tapped her shoulders and offered her his hand. With hesitation, the quiet girl took his hand and allowed herself to be escorted by him through the robot infested cargo car, somehow barely any of them actually stirred to wake for some reason, but when they did, with sharp dictation, the Drifter told them same simple line "Escorting a confused passenger back to her car" before she could hear the mumbles of slight cries of children, as he attempted to open the door, all chatter quieted, until relief struck the occupants to see their supposed savior, with someone in haul.

"Heyo! This bombastic babe helped me kick the guy's ass!" The Drifter, like a total sir, flourished to Blake, who with a blush, smiled and waved and everyone cheered. The Drifter walked by with the woman in tow as both her and the Drifter received pats on the back, and congratulatory remarks until they moved into the next cart where barely anyone occupied it.

Leading her into a nearby seat, they sat silent looking at each other, Blake began to get uncomfortable with that deadly stare of his red-visor and decided to break the silence, "Hey, do you ever… Take that helmet off?"

Cocking his head he took a second to think about it, "I think so?" It wasn't a great answer, but that didn't stop Blake from chuckling. He added, "Hey Blake, what are you going to do? People believe that me and you fought Adam, I know this is touchy for you, but I have an offer if you have nothing else."

That took Blake by surprise, sure she made a change for the best, but what does she do now? She really hasn't thought this far ahead, and that was uncharacteristic of her. Maybe she could live in Vale for a while, probably become a huntress instead, but… Beacon. Beacon wouldn't open up for a few months, and then again she needs to find a place and a job for the meantime. But who would accept a Faunus with no background or work experience. That's unless 'Former White Fang Operative' was something she could add onto an application. She could hear-out what this man wanted to offer though. Hopefully it doesn't involve selling her body off as payment. With a sigh she said, "Go ahead, what's your offer."

Clasping his fingers together the Drifter spoke, "You see. I always wanted a travel buddy. Now seeing that you literally are alone, I think it would be nice to have company of someone who would travel with me. Now there is no catch, and you can leave me at any time." He paused, waiting for some kind of response but she just silently nodded. He didn't know what to think, this girl was skittish, but hey - it was worth asking.

Blake sat there and thought with her thumb under her chin, What if this guy is leading me on? The thought alerted her, but then again why would he? He helped her, saved her even when she really thought about it. Surely he wants something out of this, he wouldn't just let her go without anything considering the trouble she was. Unless… Did he like her? Of course not. He just wants a travel buddy, at most she's expecting to be some pack-mule but could she really be this man's companion and not even know his name? She had to make her decision…

Looking back up to the Drifter, and with confidence in her voice she said, "Yes." but with a pause her eyes narrowed, "But tell me first. Who are you?"

Now before you people start having issues with what I do. Other OC characters will be in this fic. They won't be important, or they'll rarely have a small arc for them.