45 chose to let her companion take the lead on their "little" operation for the time being.
Qrow insisted they waited until night fall to set out. While they sat around and did not much else than twiddle their thumbs, and drink copious amounts of alcohol.
Well. Only one of them did that.
45 dedicated her time to tearing apart the laughably weak fire walls for the VPD traffic cameras.
She found the goons. But alas her drunken buffoon of a companion would rather make flat chest jokes at her expense than hear the information she gathered.
Qrow strutted with the confidence of a man whom consumed a little too much of the funny juice.
45 watched with some amusement as he swayed and tripped over the uneven cracks in the sidewalk.
A very run down and abused sidewalk.
The air was saturated with the familiar smell of smog.
45 took a small whiff of something absolutely foul.
Feces, seems no matter where she goes. Humans always push each other down to get better lives.
Qrow didn't seem to care about the scents; he just continued onward.
Soon they came upon a medium sized business. One that had cubicles and rooms upon the second floor.
45. Detected plenty of "scrolls" in the building. While she focused on acquiring access to them.
Her companion walked up to the side door and raised his foot-
"Dumbass-hey-"
Bang!
The drunk just kicked the industrial door off its hinges and lock like it was made of tin.
45 cursed to herself while she unslung her namesake and chased after the suicidal man.
Finding herself sprinting full speed behind Qrow she couldn't help but scowl something fierce as he charged past a slightly adjacent door.
One that was ajar and had four scroll signatures in it.
45 was too late as three different kinds of weapons sprayed through the door.
Skidding to a stop the T-doll opened fire through the drywall in a weak attempt to save the drunk's life.
He was safe. A slightly demented grin on his face as he twirled an oversized sword in a circle like one would a yoyo.
Bullets bounced off his blade. Flinging in every which way except in her direction.
She was going to give this dumbass a lecture on proper breaching routines.
Instead of exploding with her rants, 45 just dumped the rest of her mag through the currently Swiss-cheesed wall.
Two thumps later and a scream from inside with a healthy dosage of pained howling the two entered.
Qrow in the same fashion that he did the entrance door. Except this hole filled one just turned to deadly splinters as his dress shoe met it.
45 rushed in directly behind him and grabbed the only non-combative who wasn't gathering a rapid sized pool of red around them.
45 grabbed one arm forcefully before twisting it behind the anguished man with a pair of deer ears.
"Tell me everything you know and you'll walk away." She barked. The man tried resisting but one sharp slam into the dry board next to the two ended that.
A pained wheeze was her only response before he went slack in her metal hands.
Qrow leaned over 45's right shoulder. "Didja kill em'?"
45 let the man slump face first into the wall.
"I assume he passed out." Pointing her clawed digit to the red spot on the back of his head.
The man's slightly shaggy brown hair was slick with blood.
Qrow shrugged. "Well, concussed or not. We ain't getting info from em" With a sassy cock of the hip he turned on his heel and set himself to restraining the 2nd living person.
45. Brought a hand around to grab a zip-tie or two only to find her pouch empty.
With a quirked brow her yellow eyes snapped to Qrow who was playfully dangling all her heavy duty ties in front of her a knee planted in the back of his perpetrator, which was already zip-tied up.
With a huff she snatched them from the drunk before none to gently securing the man she was kneeling on.
"How many KIA?" She asked.
Qrow hummed. "Only the other two behind the couch"
45 slowly nodded before heaving the masked guy over to a I beam support.
She tried to set him up nicely as a silent apology for her earlier roughness. No thanks to her Slightly infuriating partner.
But the Fangs limp form just keetered over with a small thud.
She sighed as Qrow dumped the smaller guy onto her detainee.
The building was awake now. From all the rapid movement of various smart electronics she highlighted.
"This could've been stealthy" she muttered to Qrow.
The drunk looked at her like she was insane.
"Where's the fun in that?!"
After they fully secured the room and stole all the scrolls of their owners the duo made their way through the hall.
Qrow led the charge, Harbinger held readily. 45's shorter stature allowed her to mount up behind the drunk.
Using him as a meat-sheild. Cause, he can survive being ambushed by high caliber assault rifles.
This is what Aura enables the humans of this world to do.
Aura users made it higher upon Ump45s list of: to deal with first.
At the top of this list if they ever came to blows was this project P.E.N.N.Y.
Two gentlemen rounded the corner at full sprint. Qrow elbowed the first, stopping his momentum in its tracks as his back slapped the floor.
45 threw 3 bullets into the abdomen of the other before delivering a nasty buttstock ram to his teeth.
His mask fell to the ground with a clatter.
Qrow punched his in the head, smashing his skull into the ground and rendering the man unconscious.
Both terrorists have been neutralized.
45 tossed a ziptie to the awaiting smug drunk.
She rolled her guy over with a foot before securing his hands at the small of his back.
45's head snapped up as she prefired the next corner down the hall.
Her ears were sharp as she downed the woman as she peaked the corner. She fell before she was able to pull the trigger to her own rifle.
Qrow whistled.
The duo continued to fell White Fang member after another.
Qrow would try and make conversation with 45 the entire time. But the usually sarcastic and spiteful Doll remained quiet. Unless it was to relay critical information to him.
Finally after steamrolling through grunt after grunt and using up all of 45s zip-ties.
The two approached an office looking door where one singular scroll signature never moved.
Qrow made eye contact with his stoic partner and smiled like it was his birthday. Raising his foot exasperatedly like he was tired of removing poor door after door.
He lashed out and the door blew off its hinges and flew careening end after end to slam into the person on the other side.
Except it was sawed in half by a sword far more massive and dangerous looking than Qrow's.
Qrow exploded forward and deflected the second overhead strike into the floor as the massive opponent growled at him.
45 peppered his front as Qrow ducked and punched the man in his Aura protected nut sack.
It did nothing to stop him.
Following up his cheap shot Qrow quickly raked Harbinger up the mans hip as his speed was the perfect match for the brawn.
45 emptied her mag as Qrow weaved and deflected more heavy and slow blows.
45 felt out of her element as the experience difference between Qrow and the chainsaw guy. Was making it increasingly difficult not to shoot Qrow in the back as he weaved around strikes.
Qrow was dismantling the other person's defense like it was the easiest math worksheet he's ever done.
Qrow ducked again as a massive fist sailed over his head.
45 re slung her namesake and swapped it for the grenade launcher on her other side.
"Qrow! Disengage!" She shouted over the whirring of the saw blade. Qrow pirouetted away. Before his legs were covered in a slight red hase as he jumped higher and further than even a T-doll.
45 let the 40 Mike Mike fly right into the faunus.
"AHHHH" he screamed as his whole chainsaw sword was brought to bear.
The 40mm exploded on contact with his swing.
The weapon broke apart throwing fragments of chainsaw everywhere.
Qrow spun his sword in front of him while 45 slid behind some crates.
After the explosion finished. Qrows head peaked out from his blade. Only to find the big guy missing his hands from mid forearm down.
Qrow looked between 45 and the most definitely dead in ten minutes enemy.
"That's my type of plan" Qrow grinned and held out a fist. 45 accepted his fist bump.
Kneeling down the two set about fashioning a makeshift tourniquet from both the man's clothing and whatever Qrow dumped next to 45. an adrenaline shot looted from a med-kit was injected into the massive man's thigh.
As the bleeding came to a crawl and wasn't a waterfall, did 45 allow herself to rest. Looking around the now destroyed office as Qrow rummaged through the trashed desk.
That wasn't her smartest plan.
Qrow walked back over while shoving documents into his pockets.
"He isn't gonna live long"
45 sighed. "I know"
Qrow paced over to a window while pulling his scroll open. Presumably to inform Ozpin.
45 pulled herself to her feet. Forgetting the soon to be dead man on the ground. Qrow stopped what he was doing while he looked.
"Who invited the house warming party?" He griped. 45 practically skipped to the window, lightly pushing the drunk aside.
Two vans and a sedan. 45 narrowed her eyes.
"Soo, you think they're bringing us ice cream?" Qrow winked at her.
"Lead filled"
Qrow hummed lowly. "I think so to"
45 evaluated their options. "I say we flee" Qrow blinked oddly.
"Flee?"
45. Nodded while giving him the most patient look he's seen in years. Qrow actually blushed.
45 thought the man's excessive alcohol consumption was getting to him.
"Yes?" 45. Drew out the syllables as her eyes bore into Qrows red.
Shaking himself mentally and physically Qrow answered. "We're both highly experienced huntsman" gesturing with a ringed hand.
"Those fools are a light snack"
45 looked between the information and the enemy scrolls they've acquired and the approaching guys.
"Yeah, that maybe. But I'd rather not risk ourselves or the information"
Qrow patted the scrolls in his dress pants.
"Point taken." With that 45 took the lead and jogged over to the next room and broke out the already cracked window.
Pulling the butt of her namesake back she brushed the last glass off the frame with her metal arm.
"Let's go" she ordered while hopping onto the ledge, pushing off with her right foot she plummeted the 2 stories onto the top of a dumpster, denting the metal top.
Qrow landed next to her. A little less gracefully into a bums shopping cart. 45 threw out a hand and stabilized him and the Cart with her foot.
"Careful." She scolded.
Qrow laughed to himself. "Just my luck"
Qrow stepped out of the slightly squashed shopping cart.
While 45 maneuvered her way around a passed out pantless guy.
How the brown haired guy stayed that way was a mystery. Either way. 45 avoided the body like the plague.
Qrow on the other hand, knelt and pulled out a sharpy and drew a phallic object on the unconscious guy's balding head.
Standing with a grin Qrow walked past her. 45 couldn't help the amused half smile from appearing on her lips.
Mission completed.
–
Miles away from their raid Qrow and 45 were found at a restaurant. The latter of the two getting food for her partner.
Because she was that nice.
No. Qrow tossed her roughly 100 lien and said his treat.
She was getting him something too. Just because 45. While a rouge T-doll. She Didn't exactly feel comfortable with gifted money.
Sitting down at their table she found the drunk fiddling with his scroll. 45 was curious what he was doing. But out of respect she didn't hack into the device's shitty firewall.
Instead she asked. "What are you doing?"
Qrow shrugged. "Ruby was worried about a few things. Weapons related."
45 slid into the booth across from Qrow. "What exactly?"
"Boots and funnily enough skirts."
45 rested her jaw in the palm of her hand.
"Skirts? Boots?" 45 tapped her index finger on the side of her face. She was genuinely fixated now.
"Yeah the pipsqueak wants to make herself shotgun boots and a skirt that shoots dust attacks around herself, like using water and fire to make steam."
45 nodded along. "Sure, more concealment is always nice. Why not just use plain smoke grenades?"
Qrows looked at her like she had two heads.
Blinking at his perplexed look. "What?" 45 asked.
"Nothing, I- anyways, that's a good idea I'll let her know." He replied with a smile.
"Well, alright." 45 gave him the tiniest of reticent quirk of her face. The beginnings of a pleasant smirk.
Their food finally arrived. Two burgers and curly fries where set infront of the two by a rather pretty waitress.
If Qrows barely discreet ogling was a tell.
45 did her own bit of ogling. But not at what you would expect. The thing she had her golden eyes on was infact the bullet loops around the woman's chest.
45 sighed as the woman saw where she was also looking and sent the T-doll a sultry wink.
Dammit.
The waitress walked away to attend other tables, that's when 45 removed her gaze.
"Dunno what a huntress Is doin workin' this joint" Qrow mumbled through a mouth full of fries.
45 just shrugged. Perhaps Qrow wasn't ogling for the reasons she thought.
Picking up her own burger she got to refilling her bio-reactor.
The food was surprisingly good for a mid-class establishment.
The "mid-class" food the T-doll was used to was moisture-less ration bars. Honestly she'd rather eat tree bark than what G&K fed their Dolls.
So no wonder that one doll hijacked the mess hall.
Qrow was slurping obnoxiously on his soda. Partly to get 45s attention and to annoying her.
"Yes?" 45 ground out.
"Soo, Elena I was thinking-" Qrow began.
"Ohh noo" 45 sarcastically toned.
"What do you think the Fangs doing stealing all this dust?" He probed.
45 shrugged. "War probably." Qrow frowned into his burger.
"That's what I was afraid of.."
45 just nodded and shifted in her seat in a 'it's kinda obvious' type of way.
"Well, shall we get busy?" 45 asked.
Qrow munched on his burger. "After we give Oz this crap", slapping his pocket for effect.
45 held all the papers in her bag. Qrow held the other half of the information in his various pockets.
—-
The duo stepped out of the restaurant. To be greeted by a frigid wind.
45 took the lead as Qrow stuffed his hand into his pockets.
The walk back to Beacon was long. 45 listened to Qrow talk about his nieces, his adventures and how his nice roommate got him a drink mixer.
45 had a sneaking suspension, the last one was a white lie.
The T-doll found herself enjoying Qrows company. Somehow.
You'd think she'd heavily dislike the reckless drunk that jumped her when they first met.
–
After a long walk and a short flight up to Beacon it became morning.
45 kept a vigilant eye on Qrow, humans are well-known to need sleep.
And she knew Qrow probably didn't sleep since they met.
Or if he did. It wasn't long.
The person in question winked when he caught her eyes on him.
45 just continued staring, Qrow was unbothered by it.
Walking along the path the two could see multiple students jogging or sparing. Using they're weapons.
Two drew 45's gaze more than the rest. A Blonde girl who was well off in the chest department. And with her was Ruby.
The two were jogging, the blonde girl showing she doesn't train in cardio often.
Ruby spotted the duo first and proceeded to point at 45 and Qrow with a large grin while talking to her cardio buddy.
Soon the blonde looked over and adopted a nearly identical grin to Ruby.
Next Ruby was replaced by a cloud of rose petals.
Barely a second later the red hooded girl appeared hugging Qrow as he wheezed.
The Blonde girl sprinted over also. But was many seconds behind Ruby.
"Hey Ruby, Firecracker." Qrow's shoulders noticeably relaxed as the two started talking.
"Whats up old man" Blonde rested her hands on her hips.
"I am not old. Yang" Qrow glared but the smile never left his face.
Yang snickered to herself, while Ruby approached 45.
"Elena, hi!" Rose petals followed Ruby as she stopped 3 feet in front of 45.
The T-doll crossed hers arms. "Hello?"
Ruby leaned in close and whispered. "Did you keep uncle Qrow out of trouble?"
45 shrugged. "I tried"
Yang eyed up the new person while Qrow took a sip from his flask while watching his niece talk to 45.
Ruby frowned. "Everyone says that"
45 uncrossed her arms and started assessing her metal arm by poking and prodding it.
"He's an idiot.." 45 joked.
Qrow pulled his flask down in a lazy grip. "Hey hey. Last I checked Flat tire. You went along with it.."
45s eye twitched at the flat tire comment. A joke at her flat chest.
Ruby stifled a giggle. While Yang looked between the two.
"Seems yall started off with a Yang!" Yang grinned confidently.
Qrow groaned as did Ruby.
45 just stared silently for minutes.
A bird could be heard crowing.
"Qrow tell your siblings to shut up" 45 spoke.
Qrow did no such thing.
Ruby started tapping her boot. Yang's grin didn't falter.
"Anyways. Elena and I have to go talk to the boss. "
With that Qrow turned away and started walking.
"Yeah.." 45 agreed.
–
As the two left the sisters' sights.
"Way to go sis" Ruby snorted.
"Rubes. It was brilliant!" Yang's eyes snapped to Ruby's.
"Nuhuh" The silver eyed girl shook her head.