Here we go. This is the second and last 'trailer' chapter before the story begins properly. The first chapter introduced our true main character. This time, let's see the full cast!
Onward, Brave Heroes!
Trailer CRBN
A mechanical roar. The blue sky is marred by a stream of gray-white. Emissions. Below is the top of a of a rig tower. A stream of steam warping the air as it flows into the sky, intermixing with the scarce clouds above.
Down the tower are high walkways, guard rails lining the side, a snake pathway going up the tower. The walkway descends into a ten story square building attached at the side of the tower's base. Grated metal walkways exit from the square building from multiple sides on the top three floors. The walkways are lined with piping to one side or the other, leading to and connecting the walk ways and piping into six large factory and warehouse style buildings surrounding the center rig.
A chemical factory. Along the top most walk way lining the tower, two figures walk.
"I can't believe it, man! What job did you get assigned for next week?" A semi nasal voice comes from one man. Each are wearing dark gray pants, dark green thick jackets, with dark helmets with reflective visors. The one speaking walks close along the rail. He flippantly gestures with his free hand, a rifle in his off hand.
A dull voice, lacking care, comes from the other. "Guard duty... Just like the last week... and the week before that."
"Exactly. We all have jobs that we're comfortable with, and I loved product inspection!" He scoffs, shaking his head. "Look over some dust. Take a pinch for yourself. Okay a shipment. It's the perfect life!"
The uninterested coworker lets out a 'hmm'. "Breaking the rules without punishment is comfy." Oh, sarcasm.
The talkative one doesn't seem to notice. "And all it takes- ALL it takes to lose it all is Gavino getting caught with a pinch I sniped for him. HE rats ME out. Can you believe it?"
"The guilty being caught is certainly rare." The dull voice answers, looking over the rail out to the surrounding land.
Around the factory compound is a concrete fifteen foot wall. It surrounds the property with two openings on the North side and Southwest corner. The opening gates lead out to dirt roads directed through deep forests out into the distance. The tree line in some areas raises high onto hills, and one mountain is visible, the base about half a mile from the compound.
Within the compound, the dirt roads mark pathways between the factory and warehouse buildings, heavy vehicles, vans, sheds, and organized extra parts in various spots against the buildings. Guards with rifles move in pairs at various points. Other areas show men in coats and more casual wear, discussing various items of interest.
The nasally guard scoffs. "I tell you, Fredo, I think we can move our way up the chain together." He holds his free hand in a fist. He pauses, turning flippantly with purpose. "I hear Dools has three pints of Ale mixed with fire dust. If we find it, we can get him outed from the labs!"
The passive guard groans, looking away from the distance to stare at his friend. "Listen, Mikal. I don't care about you trying to screw Dools or Gavino."
"Come on!" The nasal voice calls, egging on the argument.
As they speak, a flash of movement far below is shown in a tree. At ground level, just outside the concrete wall, a figure slides down the bark of a curved tree, taking into a sprint to the next tree for cover.
A light sigh comes out. Bright blue eyes stare up at the tree line above. The eyes are unfocused, yet lack seem to glaze over. The man blinks. No, young man? Boy? A young teen boy leans against the tree. His bright saturated red hair fairly short. The tips are silver, his bands barely coming into his eye view. The boy looks around the edge of the large root to the nearest guard tower. One tower every hundred yards all around the compound.
He relaxes, rolling his eyes and stretching his arms and legs. Jean pants, black shoes, with a holster strapped to his left thigh. Within the holster is a silver revolver, a wolf sigil just barely visible. He has a saturated blue jacket, long sleeve on his right side, short sleeve on his left. The jacket has a hood down, the top half of the jacket is unzipped, showing a dark maroon shirt underneath. The chest and back of the boy has various straps and metal plates locked with flex material between the plates. His left arm is covered in a metal brace, a smooth curve around his outer forearm, ending in a metal gauntlet. All the armor is a deep dark gray, a clean smooth surface.
In the boy's right ear is a sleek black earpiece. His right hand comes up, tapping the piece. His voice, not deep enough for an adult, but deeper than a child, comes through. "Alpha is in position. Beta is on his way. Where you at, Charlie?"
. . .
Inside the largest of the factories, workers tirelessly pack chambers of powder-like reflective materials. The colors of the materials range across the entire color spectrum. The workers where white suits covering their whole body with breathing masks and visors.
Above the workers in the open factory floor are levels of railed walkways and piping. Guards walk along the grated walk way. Moving by two guards, one man one woman, is a slender female guard. The figure moves down the railing, making a show of looking over at some workers below. The female guard reaches to her ear, tapping.
She whispers. "Charlie is in position."
"Good. How's Delta?" The boy's voice comes back through the female's earpiece.
She looks down into the worker floor. The workers range in all ages. Some of the workers are worn down children. Among them, a rather short figure walks through the group, pushing a cart along towards the exit.
The short figure gets to the door, removing the face mask to reveal a dark skinned girl with blonde hair. She looks up through the railing, eyeing the female guard looking down at her. Her coal gray eyes lock on as she raises a brow. She rolls her eyes, a smirk forming as the roll ends. She leaves the cart against the wall by the exit. She taps the top of the cart.
A look inside the cart shows a beeping box... a blinking red light.
The small female smiles as she exits the door. The female guard sighs, shaking her head. "Delta is ready."
"Alright. All we need is for Beta to-" The boy's speech is interrupted by the shriek of another person keying the mic. The female guard winces, head twitching to the side as the shriek ends. The boy isn't talking now.
"AH! I believe I'm close enough, now. Fearless leader, your mic sucks, by the way." Ah, there's a flippant man.
. . .
The boy sighs, leaning back against the tree. "Beta, you took your time."
"oh, well I apologize for doing my job correctly. Two spots for getaway vehicles, and I'm about to pull in now. Oh, and looking nice for the show." The voice speaks down to him, directed solely at the boy. "Unlike you, apparently. Most radios can at least go half a mile, but these things are about as bad as the SDC's health codes."
The boy growls. "Let's just go over the plan! Make sure you aren't confusing the mission with one of your cons."
"Are you... talking to ME about keeping a story straight?"
The female guard's voice cuts in. "Children!" The whisper shout comes through.
The boy grunts. He looks through the thick forest, seeing just a faint hint of dirt kicked up into the tree line from the North dirt road. "Beta will be making an approach with the compound's overseer and main groups of guards. He's scheduled a meeting for a dust buy. These guys aren't SDC, so they won't be as organized about it. Heck, apparently, they do this in the open."
The flippant man's voice comes back in. "I get the attention of the security and management with the buy, pulling them from the main facility. Then- BAM BAM!" The boy rocks his head back and forth, face contorting in a vague mimicry, mouthing along with Beta's words. "Red rocket comes in, revolver out and firing! Makes the buyer think he's a third party taking an opportunity by taking a few missed shots at yours truly."
The boy huffs. "I'm tempted to not miss." He looks around the tree, eyeing a guard on the nearest watch tower along the wall. "Once I'm in action, the facility will go on lockdown. We need to draw as many guards out of the main lab building as possible."
The female's voice comes in. "That's where I come in, adding a secondary threat that will draw all the guards not at the main gate out."
. . .
On the dirt road, a gray long jeep, hatchback, four door with a tinted blue windows drives, kicking up dust behind it. Inside the car, the view of the towers comes in. Two black gloves grip the steering wheel, one releasing and coming up. "With all the chaos and guards out of the main tower, that lets Color Pallet able to get in and get the data we're looking for."
"At which point, Beta will have disappeared from the fight and returned at the meeting point with the getaway vehicle. We pack in and leave." The female guard finishes.
"And they never find out Beta is a part of it, and he can contact them for later deals we may need in the future." The boy finishes.
The jeep pulls up to the gate, two guards seeing the vehicle and calling up to the nearest watch tower. "He's here on time! Open the gate and call the boss!"
The gates open as the guard waves the jeep through. Through the dusty cloud of dirty inside the compound, he sees a man in a black turtleneck, brown hair with sunglasses approaching the gate. The vehicle parks. A snicker sounds from the driver. "About that part... I'm stealing their offering when I run."
"Wai- no! That's not-" The mic kicks to mute as the door opens.
The man in the turtleneck steps into a 10 meter distance of the jeep. In his off hand is a large briefcase. "Ah, it's so good to see you! I actually thought you might have passed on the opportunity."
As the figure exits the jeep, black suit pants showing with a brown long jacket buttoned up fully. Around the neck is a red neckerchief. Finally, on a head of orange hair is a black bowler hat with a red stripe around the hat head.
. . .
"Do not- GAH!" The boy growls, a hand coming up and flexing before clenching into a fist. Both hands come up, the boy looking out at nothing in particular. His mouth opens and closes as he grits his teeth, then his mouth goes slack. "Mother... F- Asshole!"
He swipes at the air to loosen himself up before clicking the headpiece. "Operation is live!" He releases the piece, looking over the tree trunk to see the guard on the tower looking away.
He sweeps out of cover as his body makes a dim outline in green aura. The green washes and tints the armor and strap plating around his chest, back, and left arm. "Jager!"
The armor pieces unlock, releasing from his body and moving. In a flash, the plates lock around his calves. In a spin, the plates lock in place as the leg armor opens, a dust flame bursting out. The boy blitz's forward toward the wall, left hand coming down and drawing his revolver. He sprints at the wall, speeding up before jumping. He leaps up the majority of the wall's height before running up it to the tower.
The guard hears the sound of a faint thruster. He looks over the ledge of the guard rail... and gets struck up off the tower by a flying knee from the boy. He lands on the tower, speeding forward and leaping off into the compound.
. . .
The man in the bowler hat snickers, approaching the turtleneck man with his arms outstretched. "Burns, it's been too long! How's the she-devil-wife?" In one hand is a red cane, the red oval shape shaft going up to a black latch, then a silver-white stripe before a derby handle, the near 90 degree angle hand only slightly curved. Strapped around his shoulder, hanging at his him, is a circular pouch, black in color.
The man, the overseer, smiles. "Kicked her for a new model." The man eyes the jeep. "I see you've done the same! You just had a rusty beater not too long ago."
The orange haired man scoffs. "Oh, we all have to say goodbye someday. Greater pastures and all that." He smiles at the brown haired man. "Now, where's the dust?"
The overseer raises a brow, grip tightening on the large suitcase. "The dust is everyone. What you can get depends on the money."
The bowler hat man pauses, then raises a hand up, finger up. "Oh, right." He gets a smarmy smirk. "I almost forgot." He starts walking back to the jeep. "Not even a freebie for old times sake, Burns?"
The guy snorts. "Times are rough, boy. Just get it."
The man in the bowler hat gets within a meter of the jeep again... as a gunshot sounds. The bullet ricochets off the dirty at the bowler hat man's feet. The man stops walking.
Over then, the red haired boy flips overhead, landing on the guard rail of the gate guard tower. His leg arm clangs against the railing, the boy raising his revolver down at the men on the ground. The boy glares down. "That case is mine." (Guitar riff begins.)
C-armine Uhlric
Age – 15
(Riff repeats, multiple guitars begin)
Six guards rush around the bowler hat man and the Overseer, Burns. They form a line in front of the two, aiming their rifles up at the boy, Carmine. "Fire on him!" They send a volley of bullets on the boy, who shimmers a faint green. For only a second, a glyph appears, the design featuring a long line from the center spinning counter-clockwise. A clock? The boy disappears as the bullets pass where he stood. (Riff repeats at same intensity)
A green shimmer shines overhead where the boy dropped from. A single guard aims up, but Carmine drops down, kicking the man into the dirt. ("OH, rev it up!")
Carmine twists, slamming the grip of his revolver into the next guard. He continues the spin, dropping and sweeping the leg of the stunned guard. He stops the spin, firing his weapon into a third guard. He kicks back into the downed guard, the thruster on his calf armor igniting and launching him into the next's guard's legs. (New riff begins with drums added)
The boy continues fighting as the man in the bowler hat snickers beside the surprised Burns. "Well, when opportunity knocks. He scoffs. (New riff repeats into verse)
Immediately, he hooks his cane handle into the briefcase handle, jerking Burns into an elbow to the jaw. Stunned, Burns barely keeps a hold of the case. However, the conman pulls his cane around, bashing the overseer back, releasing the case. ("A wild child with a lot to prove.")
The man smirks, grabbing the case, swinging at the nearest guard as they notice his action. The case bashes the guard over, out cold. ("I'm a sheddin' off the shame and the dead, dead weight!")
Only one guard remains standing, Carmine kicking one leg out. He grabs the guard's arm and flings him into a parked truck nearby. ("A live wire with a broken fuse-")
Carmine whips around, aiming his revolver at the bowler hat conman. The two lock eyes, the boy scowling and the man giving a smarmy grin, nudging his head and looking past the boy. ("We will never be the same, but we're bound by fate!")
The boy turns around, seeing twenty guards forming a firing line in front of the two intruders. More run in, forming into the formation. One line kneels down, aiming their rifles. The second line stands behind the first, aiming over their heads. ("Overturned and overrun! From the depths to paradise.")
Carmine's eyes widen as he dashes to the side, the lines opening fire as a storm of bullets hit everywhere around him, missing. The bowler hat man smirks, bringing his can up. From mid way down the shaft, a second handle folds out. A trigger pops out from the handle. ("Hope and roses on the guns. Take me down to the afterlives!")
His off hand connects the black pouch to the black slot by the handle. Not a pouch... a drum magazine. The tip of the cane opens, revealing a gun barrel and a sight. (Music quiets, building back up)
R-oman Torchwick
Age – 25
With a mad grin, Roman aims the tommy gun weapon at the firing line. "HAHAHA!" He unleashes a stream of dust bullets. Flaming pops litter the runway, dispersing the entire firing line, half hit by the flurry. ("Three times the power, and three times the pain!")
Roman keeps his mad grin, grabbing the case with his left hand while sweeping the firing weapon with his right. He steps back towards his jeep. "Thanks for the dust, folks!" ("Three times the confidence!")
He tosses the case into the back, getting into the driver side. With a smile and hard look in his eye, he stops the gas. The jeep burns out in the dirt, kicking up a dust cloud, before jerking forward. ("Tear down the towers and fire up the flames!")
Carmine ducks out of the way, the jeep swerving around him and turning around. The vehicle blasts off toward the closed gate. ("We strive for providence!")
The jeep rams through the gate, ramping off the ground for a moment. The wheels touch down, the jeep jerking back and forth before straightening out. The car drives into the forest, completely out of sight. ("Don't stop. Build it up! We are the energy!")
Carmine scowls at the destroyed gate, sighing. Roman's voice keys through his ear piece. "I'll be back with a ride. Don't die now." his voice taunts. ("Don't stop. Show your style!")
One of the guards on the ground stumbles to his feet, reaching for his gun. Without even looking, Carmine's right arm snaps up. He shots the guard with a fire dust round, knocking the man away, unconscious. ("Don't stop! Build it up! It's electricity!")
Carmine whips around, pointing his gun to the metal walkways above... and finding the nearest platform lined with five armed guards aiming down at him. "Oh... crap." ("Don't stop! Keep it wi~ild.")
Down the rail way, the female guard, designated charlie, lands. In her hand is a black straight sheath, a handle at the end. With a violet shimmer, she dashes forward, guard uniform tearing off into the wind. She dashes through the five guards as they notice her charge. All five of their rifles are cut in half. (Instrumental bridges to next verse)
At the other end of the railway, she lands. Platinum blonde hair pulled into a pony tail, her left bangs free and framing the left side of her face. Her left hand grips the top of the sheath as she sheaths a saturated, near glowing yellow sword blade. She glares over her shoulder with golden amber eyes. She wears black skin tight pants under a white button up shirt, top two buttons undone. The sleeves of the button up end at her mid forearm, barely over her elbows. Over her shirt is a dark violet corset. Her shoes are heeled white boots. Her hair is tied back with a dark violet hair tie, and she has golden bracelets on each wrist. She turns around, staring the men dead as they all flinch and run away down the walk way. ("A split soul with a bitter wound. I'm a feather. I'm a fang. I'm a dark, dark dream!")
Her attention is pulled back to the ground, a green open top jeep with a mounted gun on the open back skids to a halt. The gunner aims at Carmine, the boy scowling at the driver and gunner. ("Become whole or become consumed.")
The chain gun on the back begins spinning, The woman above leaps over the rail, coming down as she draws the blade. A single dropping slash cuts the gun down the middle, the woman landing between the gunner and driver. ("With a shadow in my hands and a primal scream!")
The driver and gunner leap out of their seats, abandoning the vehicle and running as she steps off the jeep, Carmine joining her. "Good timing." ("To erase the rational...)
They each look forward, a bulky man stepping out. On his back is a large tank, a hose around and in his hand with an open flame. A flamethrower. The hulking man has two horns piercing out of his helmet. A bull faunus! He aims the head of the flamethrower at the two intruders as ten more guards with riot shields and clubs cover his flanks. ("Draw the words out of the page.")
The woman steps in front of Carmine. The hilt of the sword opens up as she pulls draws a white and blue dust shell. She loads it into the hilt, the slot closing. The slit where the hilt meets the sheet sparks blue. ("To embrace the anima~al.")
B-lair Goodwitch
Age – 23
She holds the sheathed sword in front of her face, hilt towards the sky. Violet aura pulses around her, her hair fading almost gray, golden eyes glowing. She begins drawing her blade, now blue and violet with lightning dust crackling off it. ("Let the beast out of the cage!")
Like a streak of lightning, Blair surges forward through the firing flames. An electric charged sword slashes through the flamethrower and gas tank, electricity arcing off. Faster than they can react, she slashes at the nearest guards, cutting apart their shields. ("Three times the power, and three times the pain!")
She leaps towards the left guards. Arcing electricity sparks the open tank on the faunus, an explosion blowing the crowd away, save the three farthest guards to the left. ("Three times the confidence!")
The remaining three guards hold up their shields. Blair charges, slashing once as a arc of lightning slashes forward, blasting all three and shocking them. ("Tear down the towers and fire up the flames!")
The charge ends, the sword returning to a golden yellow shine. Blair comes to a stop, the hilt ejecting the empty dust shell from its sheath. She glances up, narrowing her eyes. ("We strive for providence!")
Directly over her, guards line alone three grated walk ways, all training their guns down on her. "FIRE!" They open fire, the bullets closing in on the woman. ("Don't stop. Build it up! We are the energy!")
Carmine sprints in, sliding and grabbing one of the metal riot shields. He comes to a halt by Blair. They each hold the shield up, deflecting and blocking the barrage of bullets. ("Don't stop. Show your style!")
They shove up, throwing the shield up into the oncoming fire, before they each sprint out the side. They reach a transport truck, each sliding over it for cover. The bullet fire chases them, lighting the truck up. ("Don't stop! Build it up! It's electricity!")
Carmine leans out, firing his revolver twice before taking cover again. A bullet ricochets off the truck by his head, making his duck back, scoffing. ("Don't stop! Keep it wi~ild.")
Blair reaches into her pocket, pulling out a remote with a single red button. She presses. Inside the warehouse from before, the cart positioned by delta sounds a beep. The beeping device inside beeps red before the cart explodes. The entire floor of workers and guards are thrown into chaos as explosions happen in multiple locations. (Instrumental change.)
Outside with Carmine and Blair, they look over their cover, seeing explosions under the three suspended walk ways. The couple dozen armed guards all fall to the ground hard. ("Oh~ Rev it up!")
Explosions begin in multiple locations across the entire compound, rocking each building. Up along the main rig tower, the two guards from before rush down. They make it to the top door into the main lab building. "What the hell is going on?!" The whiny 'Mikal' screams. (Instrumental continues.)
The two burst through the doors into a hallway of offices. Men in formal attire litter the floor, all out cold. One door is open, a multi monitor computer is on. On the center screen, the words 'Download Complete: '. The previous dull voiced 'Fredo' calls out. "Someone stole the-" (Instrumental leads into final verse.)
The dark skinned girl, labeled Delta, drops from the ceiling, kicking Fredo back into the hallway to cut him off. Her outfit is a brown corset, a pink sleeveless top underneath exposing her belly. Her forearms are covered by white arm warmers. In her right hand is a parasol. She wears black pants leading down to white high heeled boots. Despite this, she's very short. ("A firework in a glowing sky.")
Mikal flinches as Freda is launched past him. The short girl in front of him smiles up at him, blinking once. Her eyes shift from gray to her left being brown and right being pink. Her skin lightens to a smooth white. The right half of her hair shifts from blonde to pink, white streaks within the pink. The left half darkens to a deep brown. Mikal gasps, taking a step back from the girl, aiming and firing his gun. ("Through the hell and havoc stride.")
The girl smiles sweetly, her image shattering into shimmering pieces, startling the armed man. He looks closer at the computer, seeing a planted bomb under the table. "Ah, son of a b-" ("Cool smirk a smokin' style."
From the top floor of the office building, the short girl bursts through a window. Her parasol opens as she slowly halts and descends. The floor of the building behind billows smoke from a sudden explosion. ("Rev my engines up and ride!")
She floats in the air, moving with the wind. Dangling from the parasol handle, the open parasol shows a blade running on the inside of the instrument. She looks around at the plumes of smoke from the various explosions. Her gaze trails directly below. ("Demon heart inside of me!")
Within the smoky fog below her, she sees disoriented guards getting throttled by Carmine and Blair. One guard manages to stand up, picking up a rifle and aiming at Carmine. ("Got the style to make the grade!")
The ice cream colored girl frowns for only a second before grinning fully. She closes her parasol in the middle of a swing. ("Carve my name in Ivory!")
N-eopolitan
Age - 14
She drops from the sky, hidden blade extending out from the top of the parasol. She drops with a grin, twisting in the air as she falls. ("Devil tears upon the blade!")
Neo drops down, blade stabbing into the back of the guard aiming at Carmine. The guard is crushed into the ground under the girl now standing on him. She dodge rolls off him, closing the distance to another guard drawing a pistol. Coming up, she smacks the gun aside before twirling the parasol back to bash the man aside. ("Three times the power, and three times the pain!")
Another guard charges out of the smoke nearby, swinging a night stick. Neo ducks the swipe. She grabs the swinging arm, twisting and throwing the guard into the wall. ("Three times the confidence!")
Another guard with a riot shield charges towards the girl. However, her image shatters, Carmine charging through at the oncoming shield guard. Carmine illuminates a green outline, the clock glyph forming once more. "Zero!" He leaps into the air, the dust thrust from his leg armor sending him forward. ("Tear down the towers and fire up the flames!")
The armor plating all separates, reattaching back around his chest, back, and left arm, forming a metal coating over his hand like earlier. "Hyah!" He comes down, punching with his left hand into the charging riot shield. ("We strive for providence!")
The guard with his shield is propelled back, smashing into a parked car hard enough to sink into the metal. Carmine lands, Neo appearing at his side smiling at him. He gives a slight smirk and nod. ("Don't stop. Build it up! We are the energy!")
They both look back, a guard stepping from the smoke with a larger gun. He fires out a grenade. A grenade launcher! The launched shell lobs towards the two teens. ("Don't stop. Show your style!")
In the air, Blair appears, using her sheathed sword to smack the grenade back at the man. "WHA-" The guy's yelping surprise is cut off by the grenade detonating. Blair lands with Carmine and Neo. ("Don't stop! Build it up! It's electricity!")
The three take off in a team run, moving towards the entrance to the whole compound. Overseer Burns gets up from the ground, looking up groggily. "Ugh..." ("Don't stop! Keep it wi~ild.")
Burns turns to see them charging for the exit. He narrows his gaze, drawing a pistol at the three. "Halt!" Immediately after he says that, dust kicks up behind him, a black four door truck speeds in. As it speeds towards Burns, it turns into a spin. ("Three times the power and three times the pain!")
The bumper of the spinning vehicle whirls around and smacks the overseer aside, the truck coming to a stop. Roman leans out of the truck, looking at the three and waving them on. "Pick up the pace, please!" ("Don't stop. Show your style!")
Blair moves into the passenger seat, Neo and Carmine into the back seats. As soon as the doors shut, the wheels burn rubber. The truck takes off back out the broken gates. ("Tear down the towers and fire up the flames!")
Through the smoke, the truck moves down the dirt road. Behind it, the burning compound is left in tatters and flames. Carmine leans out of his window, firing his revolver to return fire at the few guards still able to see them. ("Don't stop! Keep it wi~ild.")
From above, the truck takes off further and further into the forest, making its escape. A trail of dust and dirt is kicked up behind the truck hauling at high speed. ("OHHH!" Instrumental continues to end.)
RWBY: Volume CRBN!
Down the road, minutes later, the four sit in relative silence, bumping up and down from the uneven road. Roman lays back, driving relaxed. He smirks, looking up at the rear view mirror. Through it, he sees Carmine scowling at him, a near adorable pout. Roman snorts. "It's fiiiine."
Carmine's gaze narrows. "You were NOT supposed to openly betray them."
Roman waves him off flippantly with a scoff. "Playing people for chumps is what I do, and they always need to know they've been played." He then gazes back at Carmine through the rear view mirror with a snarky smirk. "Otherwise, where's the fun?"
Blair, sitting with impeccable posture, sends a side glance to the other adult in the vehicle. "Getting to live without bounty hunters coming after us... again." Her eyes narrow with the final word.
Roman rolls his eyes as his smirk drops to an annoyed expression. "Oh well, nothing to do about it now."
Carmine sighs, looking over at Neo. "You got the data, right?"
The girl nods, holding up a flash drive. She smirks as her other hand pulls up a small bag. Without explanation, she sits the bag between herself and Carmine, the redhead looking at multiple brown leather-
Carmine blinks in confusion. "These are wallets." He sends a dull glare at the girl. "You spent precious operation time stealing wallets?"
Roman grins. "Atta girl!" His declaration prompts Blair to face palm. Behind them, Neo's smirk morphs to a full grin.
Carmine takes turns between glaring at Roman and glaring at Neo. The girl simply smiles sweetly at him. He shakes his head, looking into the bag before he catches something in his eye. Suddenly, his hands fly to his own pockets. "What the- WHY IS MY WALLET IN HERE?!" He fishes the blue wallet out of the brown wallets, opening it. "Where's my money?!" He looks with angry eyes. The girl is ignoring him, gazing out the window with an honest smile.
The truck continues down the road a high speeds, rocking back and forth. The sounds of Roman's laughter echo into the distance followed by Carmine's scream. "GOD... DAMN IT!"
And thus ends Trailer CRBN. The song for this is Show Your Style by Miracle of Sound.
It's unintentional, but Miracle of Sound makes up the first few songs of the 'soundtrack' gimmick. However, I will say that as things go on, expect multiple genres, youtube mashups, and remixes. Whenever a mashup or remix comes about, I'll explain where to go for it.
Next time, we begin the story for real, in Volume CRBN, Chapter One: A Tear In The Ties.