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Late Night Shift

Corvo stared down at the message he had just sent to his new contact. While it acted as a reminder to not cross him, he also left a name to be known by. He gave some thought to remain anonymous, as when fighting against a powerful group like Salem's staying unknown would make hunting them easier. However, he had only been in this new world for less than a day and already shown himself to Glynda and the woman in red. It was to save Ruby but still he made his presence known to both sides of the war. Deciding to name himself, he took up the title of the eccentric immortal that had set him on this path.

An honest smile came to his face at what his Black eyed friend would think of having his name borrowed, but as he was hunting the witch that stole from him Corvo thought it was a fitting name for revenge. "Better than the Masked Felon." He mused remembering the name the public once gave him, before heading back.

He had a way to go before he made it back to the market district but Corvo did not mind. The memory of his days stuck in bed seemed like a distant dream as he rushed through the comfortable night air enjoying the thrill he once treasured even before sharing it with his daughter. Until his age caught up to him.

Blinking back to the streets below him, he slipped his mask back into his coat before stepping out of the shadows. Although he did not worry about being found out as most of the citizens were asleep. He unlocked his door and made his way into the room. Removing his gear he put his scroll into his desk and went over the notes Junior had.

While he got what he paid for about Roman, Corvo could not find any relation he had with the woman in red in his past. Neo was a possibility but their styles and key features were off. Although given what Junior said about her, Corvo would have to keep his guard up in case she showed up to defend her partner.

Continuing Roman's possible partnerships, the White Fang was another variable. The movement says that they would never work with humans, but in spite of what some people think in this world the Faunus are no different than humans and could break their code if it would help their cause.

Their recent targets were also too close to Roman's to not take them into account anyway. The cause and reports of the businesses being destroyed were by fire alone. So if there was any Dust in the shops it would have ignited and cause more destruction than a burned down building. So they must have taken all of the Dust like Roman did and used the fires to destroy the evidence. Meaning they would be faced with the same problems as Roman with transferring and storing the Dust they took.

Unfortunately Corvo had no information on them, and as he was human, could not ask around as the Faunus would probably not give up their brothers to a human.

The Faunus girl Blake he meet at the tea shop came to mind, as she was an ex member she would have more information about them. But he refused to drag her into conflict with the White Fang.

"She probably wants nothing to do with them and to move forward with her life." Corvo thought.

Which left him with his only lead for now. Tracking down the smuggler known as Arancia and see what he knows. Arancia's criminal activity has yet to reach the public, they only see him as a well off business man. He even recently did a photo op by one of the buildings he owned shaking hands with a council member of Vale.

He looked to be a man in his mid-forties with a heavy build and pot gut, there was a thinning hair line and mustache that covered most of his upper lip and jaw. Sliding the image away Corvo brought up a map of the docks and the buildings owned under his business' name that were listed as results of his total property value. The man practically owned the docks it seemed. Which meant it would take some time to find the right place at the right time.

-A FEW DAYS LATER-

It started out as a normal night. After the sun set I made my way into the warehouse district, the lights flickered above most of the time covering the street mostly in shadows, the air smelled of the smoke and trash of the city adding to the welcoming vibe that made most people stay away. It used to make me sick walking down here, stinging my eyes and nose with how foul the city lets things rot out of sight of the citizens. I never got used to it just numb to the discomfort.

Mercifully my destination was in sight, another run down looking building among the others. The place would've looked abandoned at a glance, and for most of the time it was. Stopping to take my scroll out I check the number on the building to match with the message that was sent to me earlier in the day. It was a pain to find the new spot with only an hours warning but the pay was better than any job I could get.

My original job was as a Dust system & Wiring coordinator, or D.S.W.C. But that was just a fancy way of saying I'm an I.T guy. If only my parents could see me now using that College education they sweat and bled for me to get. Only to work for a shady boss that might throw me to the Grimm instead of firing me if I mess up. They must be rolling over in their graves. But in truth like I said the pay is good and I don't have to worry about being pushed around on the streets anymore. Working for a boss whose name carries weight in the underground has its advantages. The only real pain in my ass is the constant building shifts. Every day it's a different one with wires that have not been touched since the last time I did it a few months back. There were only a handful of the buildings actually used for the boss's side project but if you didn't have the code it would be a nightmare to find the right one being used. Probably the reason the cops never tried to figure it out.

Pushing the rusted fence with my hand, I walked to the side door knocking to the familiar pattern to show I wasn't just some beggar or cop. The light overhead turned on and the slit in the door opened revealing a pair of blood shot eyes. "You alone, Tom?" Turning to my side to show no one was behind me, I replied "like every night Phil."

With that the slit shut and the door opened. Revealing a stout looking old man in a small room leading to another sturdier door. The gruff door man shuffled to the side, stuck his head out for a moment to see if I was really alone. Touching the comm on his shirt he reports that I was here and closed the door before returning to his seat. A buzzing sound came from the door which meant it was unlocked.

Walking passed him he ignored me going back to his paper to read, as was his routine. Reaching for the second door I pushed it opened to the main floor of the building. All the machinery was off but there was plenty of activity around. The floor had most of the space cleared to make way for the cargo, many of the pipes and vents were cut and left still hanging from the walls and rafters to rust. With only the lights working on the first floor pointed down, it left the ceiling and second floor pitch black. Although the boss probably wanted it like that so that the building looked dead from a distance.

Inside all around me men moved back and forth carrying and placing different crates or cases off and on to trucks that would pull up from the back. Most of it was stolen goods. After the theft the boss would send a truck to pick up the loot and carry it back to a warehouse. It would be processed and then moved to sit in a safe location hidden among other legal goods.

I made my way to the boss to get the usual memo of where to work. Keeping myself as close to the wall as possible I tried to stay out of the way especially of the muscle that overlook the workers. Most of them were thugs that found their way to the boss's pay role one way or another. They didn't do much but they were supposed to act as the guards of the operation. Equipping them all would have cost a fair sum so they all were given a club to carry. Not as flashy as a sword or gun but beating someone was just as effective. The Boss also liked how having them around kept the workers from slacking or thinking of stealing any of the product.

Ironically it was near the back where the desk and office spaces were that seemed to be brand new. There were only a handful of men working but this was where most of the cargo was listed and recorded. Passing them by, I took a quick glance at one of the number crunchers to see a spread sheet that had me pity the poor sod. All that work just to compress the info to be recorded and given to the boss to have on record in his private book.

Supposedly most of the big companies in the city had their names in that book, even the Schnee Dust Company had its products go through here at one point or another. Guess even the rich like to shave a few lien off the table it seems.

Stopping just outside the boss's office, I was greeted by two large men by the door. It took a minute but they finally let me in not even bothering to get the door as the smell of smoke was the first thing to hit me before the boss's half ass greeting. "Billy, so glad to see you again." He meet my eyes for a second before going back to his entertainment. At his side was the girl of the week, grinding her chest against him while stroking his chubby checks. She faked a giggle as he ran his hands over her but the boss didn't seem to mind the act. He was loving life after making a deal with a certain flamboyant client a few months back.

Which left me standing there as the two paid me no attention.

Thankfully Arancia's right-hand man stepped forward to hand me the list of faults they were having with the system. The man towered over most of the other thugs on the pay role. Rumor says he was a tournament champion for years before some girl prodigy came along and crushed him without taking a hit to herself. To say he took the loss bad, would be the start of it. After being denied a rematch he attacked the officials before getting thrown out. From there he took up some underground fights were he made a new name for himself doing anything to win.

Now he stands beside the boss as his body guard. Guess he found the power trip he was missing. Taking the list and giving a wide birth I quickly left to get to work. Looking over the files again most of it was just a few spots in need of maintenance but some of the cameras were down and needed to be brought back online.

One of the outside cameras was out, so I found one of the guards that was about to head out for a smoke and had him follow me out back. Now while I had no problem working by myself, it didn't hurt to have a large guy to watch my back as I went about the repair.

The camera was in the back of the building keeping watch if anyone jumped over the barbed fence. Once outside we made our way to the spot and I started my work as he stood off to the side with his smoke. It took a few minutes to get done but as he tossed the used bud to the side I was putting the cover back on.

The red light by the lens flickered on showing it was working. I turned to call the guard we were done, but he was staring off into the shadows by the crates. "Is everything okay?" I asked a bit worried.

It took a moment but he turned to me and pointed to stay where I was by the camera. Pulling the club off his belt he walked towards the crates, his form lost in the dark. A few moments passed as no noise besides the wind was heard. My hand inched closer to my scroll to call in the guards from inside.

A loud bang jolted my hand away from my pocket as the shadows on the ground rushed towards me. Leaping back I was shocked to find out that the blob of darkness was a swarm of Rats. Most scattered as they entered the light but one seemed to stand out by heading to the building. Finding a hole to slide in it stopped to look at me. A chill overcame me at the unnatural feeling of its eyes looking at mine. But another sound from the same alley got my attention. The muscled man came out of the dark. He looked a little queasy and unsteady. My hand still at my side, I was about to ask what had happened but he replied almost struggling with, "Rats" and walked passed me to the door of the building. Guess he hates Rats I thought following him in.

Back inside the guard rushed to the bathroom locking himself inside. A loud retching sound followed as the man emptied his stomach. Disturbed by the sound two other guards came over and asked what had happened. I said what I saw and how it didn't look like anything was off besides the man being sick.

With that said I left them to take care of him and went back to my work. But as I rounded the corner I stopped as the two talked about this not being the first case of men getting sick. A few of them were found puking their guts or missing from their post. This wouldn't be the first time some of the men drank too much before the job. They were pushing their luck by skipping out but it was no skin off my nose if they fucked up.

As the night went on things didn't settle down. With the absent guards, a few of the workers seemed to have gotten ballsy going into the ammo crates and pocketed some of it. They didn't find the thief, but the remaining guards were called on to patrol the area.

Looking down from the second floor I watched as two guards fought about their lockers being hit as well. Both said they were the only two there at the time but neither believed the other saying they didn't do it. I quietly enjoyed the show but the flash light in my mouth was starting to hurt my jaw so I finished up. A few wires were frayed, it seemed that a lot of rats had made their home in the building and chewed on the wiring a bit.

With the patch done I made my way off the pipe I climbed to reach the spot. Using the groves as hand and foot holds I was almost off when my boot slipped off the metal. With the flash light still in my mouth it hit one of the groves knocking my head back. Grasping for anything to keep from falling I barely caught the side of the pipe it ripping a nice cut into my hand. But I didn't notice the pain.

Staring up into the ceiling I swore I saw a face up there. It didn't look human but the twisted image was burned into my mind as I blinked a few times to clear my dizzy vision and see if it was still there. Of course as my vision cleared from the hit the light showed that it was nothing.

A guard rushed over to see what the noise was and helped me down after I said I only slipped. I spared another look to the ceiling feeling that face was still looking back at me but I ignored it. Back on the ground it seemed that I wasn't the only one seeing things, a few guards and workers talked to themselves about noises or jumping at shadows to find that it was nothing.

Tonight was definitely strange, and I could not have pushed myself harder to get done and leave before I start to lose it. My final check for the night was to head into the security room and make sure all the systems I fixed were green before I could head out. The cameras were manned by two men that would not so much record the warehouse but keep an eye for anything off. After the night was done they would delete the files as to not leave a trail of what had happened.

Stepping into the room I was not greeted by anyone, both chairs were empty with the feeds still playing on the monitors. This did not help my nerves as I expected the worse and saw the alarm switch. I paused for a moment, almost tempted to slam on the button as at least one person should have been here. I walked over with my hand hovering above the button and called out if anyone was there.

A hand reached from under the desk grabbing my hand in a painful grip. A cry escaped my mouth from the shock but another hand covered my mouth cutting it off.

"Sorry, sorry." A voice said as a man had crawled from under the panel of the desk to stop me from pushing the button. He let go of my hand holding his own up to show he meant no harm.

Almost falling over I grabbed the desk for support as I caught my breath. The man helped me to his seat as he again apologized for the scare. His partner had called saying he was not going to make tonight's shift and instead of telling the boss and getting him in trouble he was doing the shift alone. As for why he was under the desk he said he was just doing a quick fix and didn't hear me come in.

We shared a quick if not awkward laugh about the whole thing and we checked the system to see that everything was working properly. With the check over I was about to make my way out when he stopped me for a favor.

As I turned back his face had an almost pained expression as he quickly asked if I could watch the cameras for him while he went to the restroom. Before I could answer him he thanked me and rushed to the back room slamming the door shut.

Lost for words a part of me wanted to leave and go home regardless of being forced to stay. But if something did go wrong, I didn't want to be held responsible if the man pushed the blame on me to spare himself the boss's wrath.

So there I sat staring at the monitors as time passed. It had only been fifteen minutes but most of the workers had already left as I should have done. The floor was empty besides a few men guarding the newly delivered goods. They seemed to be setting up some new containers.

Another ten minutes passed along with my remaining patience. I was about to get up and leave when the floor came to life again. Gaining my interest I remained to see what was happening, the doors opened as a new truck drove inside. The guards moved around the truck and I was shocked to see that even the boss had made his way to the floor.

To my horror the door's opened to reveal not crates or other goods, but people and Faunus in chains. The guards rushed forward pulling at their chains to toss them off the truck and onto the floor. Barely dressed it was obvious even with the camera feed of how neglected they were. They were then corralled into different containers acting like cages.

By now I started to panic about my own safety. I had just seen something that could very much get me killed for seeing. Rushing to the bathroom door I turned the unlocked handle to beg the man that I was not supposed to be here, but as I threw open the door something heavy fell on top of me. Pushing the weight off I gasped to see it was the body of the security guard. Looking in the room the other guard's body was there as well. They were still breathing but it looked like they were knocked out.

Now terrified I ran back to the monitors to push the alarm. I could lie and say that I was knocked out as well and only woke up to find that the others were out too. My hand hit the button but nothing happened.

I hit it again and again in desperation, looking back at the feed something had spooked the boss and his men. Some of them where on the ground while others stared up at the ceiling looking for something.

Still betting on my lie to save me I looked under the desk to see why the alarms were dead. Attached to the circuits was some strange device I had never seen before. I tried to pull the machine off the wires but as soon as I touched the metal I felt a jolt coarse through my body. I fell back with my body numb and not responding. Things started to get dark but before I passed out I looked to the monitors one final time. All around were the bodies of the guards laid along with the boss's right hand man on the floor. And standing over the boss's body, sword in hand, was a man covered in some type of hood and coat. He reached into the boss's side and pulled out the ledger. The next thing that happened, the man was gone and all the cages had their doors opened.

...

I soon blacked out after that.

Alright so I have some good news to share with you all. The first being that my college semester is almost done so I will have the holidays to work on my writing, after I finish a few projects that is but they should be done by the end of the week.

The more important news is, I finally have a Beta for this story! Their name is Mr. Haziq and you might of seen them comment before on my stories so after a quick pm they agreed to help edit the chapters.

So with that said I want to thank everyone for reading, please leave a review, comment or pm me with what you thought. See you all Soon!

Update Note Fixed the missing Beta's name. For some reason it did not like me putting their name down unless I spaced it out. Weird up it works now.