Hello, readers. Forgive me for taking so long to post another chapter of this story. I am not stopping any stories but I was just lazy in writing, but it's because I take a lot of time when writing so the story is enjoyable for my reader. I am no Coeur Al'Aran so I can't go and give you a chapter once a week for like 6 stories. No am not insulting the person for what they do, I just can't write fast like them. I like to take my time until I get much better, and make the story interesting and make sense without doing half-done jobs.
Also for the people who complain about taking so long to get into the action and thing that come from 47 in his later years you need to just be patient. And stop bugging me in my inbox about wanting me to hurry up and get to the action and Agency. I like to build something up before you get into the whole world of what you expect to come from the Hitman universe. There will be a time skip later so it's in the current time of RWBY volume 1. When that happens I will have a pole for you the readers to do deciding on something for the story if I have not made my mind up in the time it happens.
To the rest of you who have waited patiently for the next chapter without bugging me thank you very much.
So enjoy this chapter and see you in the next one.
Doctor's orders
September 21st – 47 responds very well to initial tuition and appears to have a very high rate of learning. Seems that his mind processes information much faster and allows him to retain it all. Socially, he is very quiet and does not communicate much, but he is very observant of his surroundings. I've noticed him watching many of the doctors as they work and even security when they walk him around. It's as if he is watching us. Interesting.
Ort-Meyer could smell the heavy scent of blood and gunpowder all around him flooding the air. He stepped over another body as the hall was cluttered with casings and armored bodies leading through the hall as some blood was splattered on the walls. He could also smell the smoke coming off of the rifles lying on the ground near bodies or broken in parts. He could still hear screaming coming from ways away from where he was, so he continued stepping over the puddles of blood and bodies as he listened for the screams as they were becoming much less.
'"G-get away you freak!" A voice yelled out from a hall followed by more gunfire before it turned into a scream and then complete silence. He kept walking past the mess his old creation left behind while following the bodies and bloody footprints it left.
As he kept following the trail he finally found his creation's latest victim. He kneeled down looking at the armored man before he reached grabbing his chin and lifted the head up looking at him as the corpse was slumped against the wall. As he was looking he could instantly feel the cracking while moving it up and see bruising around the neck under his helmet. His neck had been snapped before being tossed away like a broken toy that a child didn't want anymore left here like all the others.
He looked around seeing no more bodies and its footprints were fading as the blood was drying up now making his trail fade. Suddenly there was a loud sound of metal creaking before suddenly breaking coming from the storage area where they kept supplies.
"Of course." He let go of the head letting it fall as he stood up and began heading in that direction until he arrived in the hall filled with many doors, some larger than others as he passed by them until he stopped in front of the metal door that had been ripped open by bare hands as he saw the bloody handprints staining the metal. He looked closer seeing that it was fresh as he watched a drop fall off a jagged shard. He looked closer seeing some flesh that must have been ripped off after being cut. He stood back up before carefully shimmying his way through the door until he was inside and could see the large storage room used to hold more sensitive supplies that could be perished if not kept at low temperatures.
The goosebumps began forming all over his skin as he was suddenly exposed to the cold, while the facility itself was kept at warm temperatures. He could see his breath as he passed the broken crates of medicine and other samples that needed to be kept at cold temperatures. He could feel the crunching of broken glass under his feet while walking through the destroyed storage room listening for sounds of footsteps from the specimen. It was a very dangerous specimen that came before 47 and was made while he was working through all the other 46 failures. The reason it was dangerous was that of its unstable mentality and aggressive behavior when setting it off. Many attempts had been made to put it down, but due to the armor that was surgically implanted underneath its skin bullets didn't do much - almost nothing - many guards were slaughtered by its hands.
He heard the slight growl making him stop and look around as he searched for it. He looked for that distortion that moved around the room. His eyes having trouble due to his glasses and bad eyesight due to his age until he saw distortion near the wall lights that wasn't damaged by the specimen. He tried to follow the distortion until it was gone when passing through the more darker area where the lights had been destroyed leaving it almost pitch black.
Ort-Meyer slowly reached up into his coat waiting as he stood there in the destroyed storage room. He gripped the small item in his coat waiting as the minutes pass by leaving him in complete silence until he suddenly heard the crunch of glass behind him. Once he heard it he pulled out a small gun before turning around and firing it. Once he pulled the trigger he watched as a small metal cylinder flew from the barrel and hit something a few feet away from him making it break and start spraying a purple gas.
As the gas covered that small area he watched as his specimen began showing its body while coughing and gasping due to the gas that filled its lungs. He watched as the specimen grabbed its throat choking and falling to its knees trying to remain conscious as it then fell forward onto its hands and knees. It looked up at him coughing as it began to crawl towards him while trying to retain what little consciousness it had left while fighting the gas. Its fingers and nails gripping the ground pulling itself forward pathetically as its legs gave out. Ort-Meyer just took a step back as it growled weakly reaching for his foot.
"I believe it is time for you to sleep." He said as the thing's arm gave out and fell forward landing on its belly coughing and gasping. It looked up at him barely hanging by a thread keeping itself awake. The purple gas had stopped seconds before but it filled its lungs making it harder to breathe as darkness slowly filled its vision. Soon the coughing stopped and all he could hear was soft breathing coming from his old creation as it lays there on the ground. While it slept he looked at the arms and legs that had old scars from surgeries and old wounds. Most surgeries.
"I can still use you. But we're gonna have to do some work first, until then let us go." He said as he pressed a button on his scroll making bots suddenly activate in storage breaking out of storage crates and moving the broken supplies out of the way as one of the more sleeker models picked up Ort-Meyer's creation throwing it over its shoulder. He snapped his fingers walking out as the bots forced open the rest of the destroyed door and walking through the hall passing each secure area only he had access to. He looked at his scroll while entering a large hangar with an airship loaded with his equipment and another specimen he couldn't risk losing.
"Place that one inside the empty pod on board." He ordered as the machine turned and began walking away heading up the large ramp leading inside. As it did he checked his scroll making sure that the rest of his files and research led onto the servers aboard the airship through his scroll. It was such a waste that he had to leave this facility. It was one of the few that were pretty old and had most of his research and creations. Luckily enough he could move them and still have others, such as his modification lab. The place he would have to take the beast and add some replacements to its body.
Once the transfer was complete he closed the connection and set free a virus to corrupt every single piece of data here while he walked towards the airship.
"Such a waste. But at least this place can go out in a blaze of glory." He said walking up the ramp heading to his personal area to work and relax a bit.
"Has anyone gotten through to them yet?" The soldier was questioned as hours passed and none of their search parties had called in or reported. It was if they suddenly went into a dead zone, even their signal trackers shut off. They had scrambled trying to get the elevator working until suddenly something exploded and the damn thing was sent into a free fall for who knows how long. The men lost as the went silent probably dead.
"No the signals are still dead. It's just like they disappeared." The soldier said as he was grabbed by his chest piece and pulled close.
"Well, I don't give a damn! Figure something out or else General Ironwood is gonna have our head for," Suddenly the ground began shaking making the windows of the asylum break while others held onto the vehicles trying to keep their footing while others slipped on the ice that covered the ground.
"What the hell is that!? An earthquake!?" One soldier yelled as there was suddenly an airship appearing from far in the back almost half a mile away as the ground seemed to open up before closing as flames came through. As the ground continued shaking the building suddenly blew up and was engulfed in flames as the screams of men burning alive inside echoed out into the sky. There was another explosion tossing some out landing into the snow as more who were outside were pushed back by the force.
"Everyone get back!" As soon as that order was yelled they were running before that. The ground began shaking more as it began breaking apart as the large trucks were swallowed up by the earth as the building was at the center breaking apart and being swallowed up as more flames continued going off while the ground kept ripping apart.
"Move! Move! MOVE!" The words yelled as more soldiers were being swallowed up to slow as the ground kept breaking leaving them crushed underneath their - Aura or not. Suddenly as they the few who were staying ahead of the breaking earth they suddenly felt as if gravity was getting stronger slowing them down making some fall to the ground until they were swallowed up in the disaster until finally, everything settled and nothing was left standing as the whole building and everything around it was gone filling up the cave in with giant chunks as soldiers were buried underneath leaving no one to ruin all the work done there and leave no one to speak of the airship escaping.
Far in the sky leaving the destroyed lab Ort-Meyer thanked the usefulness of the fire and gravity dust deposits that grew down there. He was sure they would make a good fail-safe one day - and a good one it was.
"Joan are you ready?" June asked knocking on her daughter's door hearing no response, which wasn't a bad thing, meaning she may just be sleeping in a bit late - or up late again. She quietly began opening the door before peeking inside her daughter's room to see the lights on while her sixteen-year-old daughter sat in the center of her bed with a bunch of parts and wires scattered on her bed while she was putting some of it together in her own little world unaware of her mother standing there at the door. She watched as her daughter was wiring the parts and placing them together before moving to something else.
She stepped in quietly slowly walking towards the bed as she watched her cutting wires with some clips and tieing it to another one. As Joan worked June gently placed her hand on the young girl's shoulder making her snap up and look up at her with dark bags under her eyes.
"Oh, mom. Uh...what time is it?" She asked putting the stuff down and rubbing her eyes while her mother looked at the stuff all over her bed. She saw that they were the parts of Ellen's weapon, a version of a gauss rifle that had a clip that contained the ammunition. She saw her daughter use it once making a large boulder become rubble. "Is that Ellen's weapon?" She asked while Joan was yawing turning back to the parts going back to work.
"Yeah, uh, Ellen said she needed me to check something making the projectiles going slower than before. She knows how to maintain and work it, but she doesn't know much about the inner working like the coils used as electromagnets in the configuration of a linear motor that accelerate a ferromagnetic or conducting projectile to high velocity." She said - stuck for a second at the beginning - as if having a normal conversation, but her mother got lost as she was explaining the complex workings of the weapon. She was proud of her baby girl being so advanced in everything but it seemed like she was in her own world where no one could understand her.
She remembered when she was young and had such creative ideas and stories she would explain to her every day. But soon her ideas and stories began to dwindle down to none as her ideas became reality and her stories stayed to herself. She tried so much to connect with her, but Joan knew that was impossible. Especially after she told her she didn't want to waste her family's time with things that they wouldn't understand. She loved them but felt different than them as she was faster in education than her sisters, minus hunter training, finishing multiple studies at different universities with multiple certificates that proved her genius. It didn't matter what it was she would go into it with scholarships she earned and finish in such short time while even doing multiple at once.
June remembered how proud she was when she heard her little girl finished high school at ten years old and moved to college and universities. It was just so shocking - to her and many professionals - how she finished so many in such little time. Now here she was sixteen years old and sitting in her room fixing the complicated weapon her older sister used.
"I looked at the parts after taking it apart and found one of the coils had been damaged leaving it useless so I had to replace it and make sure the new coil worked correctly." She said as she began putting the whole weapon back together screwing parts together and tightening things until the whole weapon was back together. She turned it on and the coils began charging underneath the casing making them a blue color before she powered it down. "That should do it." She put it down before rubbing her eyes while she got up from her bed. Once she was up she picked the weapon back up and began walking towards the door leaving her mother standing next to her bed.
Heading downstairs Joan made sure everything was put together as she made the last step about to walk towards the living room where she knew Ellen would be until suddenly she felt arms wrap around her picking her up. As she was lifted up she dropped the gun, luckily it was caught by one of her headaches. "Hey, baby sis!" the voice shouted in her ear making a slight ring as she tried getting out.
"Let me down." She yelled as her legs swung trying to get down and out of the hold while she could hear her older sisters laugh. "Haha! Still so serious as always." Athena said as she put her baby sis down grunting a bit as she got a kick in the shin but shrugged it off.
As Joan was put down she saw the rifle held up to her by a chain that Angela was holding up for her. "Don't worry I saved it." She smiled with her hood down revealing her dark purple hair that came from her father's side of the family as their grandmother had the same type of hair. A few of them had some streaks and strands of hair that were purple but she was the one who had the whole head.
Joan took the rifle after unwrapping the chains, "Thank you," She said walking towards the living room leaving the two oldest. As she stepped into the living room she looked around finding her sis in her casual wear of a black tee and black ripped up jeans. She was watching some show of grown men yelling at each other while playing some game. She walked over near her tapping the barrel on her head making her turn to look up at her with purple eyes unlike the blue that she had. Another trait from their grandmother. Some of them had it, unlike Athena who had brown which was a dominant trait in genetics. She herself had blue which was one of the few rare eye colors, unlike her sisters who have different eye colors.
"Oh hey, sis. Is it fixed?"
Joan held up the weapon letting her sister take it and look it over. She turned it on and watched it charge much better than before when it would give a slight buzz and sparks when she looked at it the first time.
"Sweet thanks, sis I owe ya." She smiled looking up at her sister putting it down on the couch as she hugged her baby sister. She knew her sisters loved the upgrades she made to their weapons like the rifle and even giving one of them an entirely new weapon and advantage not many had. She let Ellen hug her as it was to show gratitude and not annoy her like the others. Once she was done she put her down and sat back down on the couch picking up her rifle and looking it over with a smile.
"So what was the problem with it, sis?" She asked cleaning a bit of dirt off that ended up after the little incident coming downstairs. Joan fixed her shirt getting the wrinkles out as she began telling her what happen which was exactly what she had said to her mom.
"Uuuuuuh….?"
"One of the coils was cracked in half giving you an unstable shot each time." She said dumbing it down, not to be rude just so that she could get the point across. Once she said that Ellen snapped her fingers as she had a realization. "Yeah, that must have happened after my last mission!" Ellen began explaining that during one of her missions she had taken a pretty good hit - mostly to her weapon - and was sent flying before firing it again. After that the next time she fired she saw the sparks and weaker shots.
"I see, well please next time be more cautious when in combat. I don't want you getting hurt or worse." She said suddenly being pulled into a big hug by Ellen making her grit her teeth a bit as she could feel her spinal cord popping more the longer she was hugged.
"Don't worry sis I've been through worse. We all have!" She said smiling as Joan pushed her off as she held her back glaring back at her. As she glared Ellen flinched a bit giving her a smile that said 'sorry'.
"Forgot...again." She said as Joan held a hand to her lower back rubbing as it hurt. The one thing that the girls always forget was she didn't have her aura unlocked, not because she couldn't do it. She just thought of it as a waste since she wasn't going to be a huntress, so she didn't want to have it unlocked. So they respected her wishes and would unlock it whenever she asked one of them or naturally like some people do.
"Well try and remember. You have the strength of an Ursa in a blood rage." She said walking off leaving her there to go back to her room.
"Oh, yeah sis! Get ready soon we will be leaving tomorrow for the family trip since Athena and Angela are home now." She reminded Joan who was already making her way upstairs as she rubbed her eyes tired after losing an entire night of sleep, again. She needed to get some sleep before the trip or else she would end up awake during the travel and be nodding off during the whole trip trying to sleep.
As she finished walking up the stairs she headed towards her door that was down the hall to her left. She walked towards the white door as she began hearing her sister's setting to get loud as her father joined them. She opened it before stepping inside and shutting it behind her leaving her with some silence as their voices were now muffled through the wall.
She took a breath as she rubbed her left eye looking up at her room that was filled with things she used most days. At the other end of the room was her workbench filled with the clutter of parts and wires that she would need to clean up before the trip. Near that was her tools that she kept in a storage box that was moved up here years ago making it easier than her constantly going to their basement and bringing tools up to her room where they would remain for who knows how long when she worked on whatever she thought of.
She looked away from that and went to her bed where metal coils, screwdrivers, and many other parts and tools cluttered. She sighed not wanting to deal with them and just get some sleep so she walked over grabbing her comforter and pulling it up making a bag filled with everything as the metal clinked together. He then placed it down on her bed next to her nightstand before laying down on her bed before pulling her scroll from her pocket and opening it to see that it was almost noon. She put it down on her dresser only needing a few hours of shut-eye so she didn't seem like she had narcolepsy.
She then turned off the lights as she laid her head against her pillow shutting her eyes as she could feel asleep slowly taking her.
"Look at what we got here." Joan heard confused as she was just in her bed sleeping. How did she end up in an ally? Why was it dark outside? She began thinking while she seemed to be moving down a dark dirty alleyway as there were men standing down at the far end.
She had no control of her body or what was happening so she must have been having a dream. She remembered having before they just one day stopped happening all the time and became like small quickly clips of a movie that she was watching as it played out. She knew they were nothing but her subconscious making them up to reveal her stress and worries through strange or normal dreams, but she didn't have any so she didn't really understand them. Especially since her dreams have always been hazy images as if she was walking around with bad vision.
But this dream was so clear and vivid as if she was watching the world through someone else's eyes. As the dream continued the person began walking down the alley towards the men. She saw that they were all irritated that the person wasn't backing off before they were stopped as one grabbed them by the shirt and pulled them close letting her see that the man was a faunus with dark skin. He must have been a type of feline faunus due to the eyes that seemed to glow and his sharp incisors that are similar to the type she once saw while studying animals in the wild.
"Where the hell do you think you're going, human." He growled as she couldn't speak to give him an answer. Suddenly she saw his face come very close as the person's head bashing him making the man drop him and let him land on his feet before she saw the person's hands come into view as they grabbed him by the head slamming his face against the brick wall getting a cracking sound that must have been his nose before going limp unconscious. She wasn't bothered as she saw the type of thing all the time with her sisters when someone would bug them or threaten them. But suddenly she watched as the person turned around grabbing the other man's arm as a sharp blade as clutched in his hand.
The person then slammed their fist into the large man's neck making his windpipe close as he let the knife drop to the ground clattering. The person then reached up grabbing them by the back of the neck and pulling the large man down showing he was an Ox faunus with horns on his head. She saw the person's fist go down beating on their chest forcing the air from his lungs until he pulled him lower and a knee came slamming into his face knocking him up as he stumbled back before she suddenly saw her vision spin around and the large man was sent flying into a dumpster slamming into it hard enough to dent it keeping the man there bleeding and unconscious.
Joan never saw anything so quick and executed so perfectly. It was as if she was watching a professional fighting a bunch of thugs in an alleyway. As the dream seemed to have calmed down she suddenly saw another arm come into view while a red blade was clutched in the hand before the person moved ducking under it and grabbed the arm standing as they pulled the last man, who was another type of feline faunus towards him, but this one had a tattoo on his upper arm of a white fang symbol which was a terrorist group that was once peaceful protesters. She saw the person pull the arm forward before their hands reached up grabbing both sides of the person's head and quickly turned it left making a loud cracking sound before they stood standing for a second unbalanced before dropping down to the ground dead.
As she watched the dream playing it began to suddenly start becoming blurry as it was slowly vanishing. As it did she began hearing a voice, "...oan" She heard in the muffled darkness as it began getting louder. "...oan!"
"Joan!" She heard suddenly waking up to see her younger sister standing there holding a bag. She was wearing her normal t-shirt that had some kind of character printed on it while her skirt was blue with small designs on it.
"Come on sis it's almost time to go!" She said walking out as she sat up rubbing her eyes. She looked around to see that she was still inside her room. She then grabbed her scroll checking the time to see that it was nine forty-five in the morning. Had she slept that long?
She didn't give it much thought as she remembered being very tired due to her lack of sleep, so it probably wasn't strange that she could sleep that long. She put her scroll back on the nightstand while she grabbed clothe to go take a shower and wake up. But as she did she kept wondering what kind of dream that was and why did she have it?
The sun had long since set as Ironwood sat in his office for two days straight looking over more of the info that was leaked to them by a whistleblower. He had stomached most of the horrible things he had seen from pictures to file recordings that he had checked and found that they were in no way faked.
Children strapped down on tables as they were injected with who knows what by machines. Then their screams of pain as they fought against the restraint, and the dead ones were harvested so the healthy organs were put to use for something else. He knew that the organs and limbs taken from the bodies were being sold off as there were many records of funds being transitioned all over remnant for different amounts. He was guessing the more important the body part was when it was a much higher price. Sadly there was no way to trace where the lien was coming from or even going.
He then checked files with lists of many different names. He saw many that were not in any criminal records or databases when checked until he came across a large list of names that were all red flagged. Each and every name on the list were criminals that were placed in high-security Atlesian prisons due to their extremely dangerous nature - every one of them with high body counts.
Most sentenced to death row were reported to have eventually been taken to the needle. He checked with each prison and the warden getting his hands on the information and saw that nothing was matching up as he saw their death records. They were different than what it says in the reports from the prisons. Under each of their names on the list was the words printed as 'TERMINATED' in bold letters with a date and time of what must have been their exact death.
He held her hand on his face feeling the stress build up and causing his headache. The more he kept looking at these documents and files he could see a whole new world that shouldn't even exist.
Suddenly a message appeared on his desk signaling he was receiving a call. He pressed the button making it project up showing him a simple line that moved as the person on the other end began speaking.
"General Ironwood Sir!" A voice said on the other end making him clear his throat as he began speaking.
"Yes, soldier?"
"Sir I have a report about the teams you sent to investigate the asylum we were informed about."
"And what is there to report?" He cleared the screen so he could look at what they had found until the soldier spoke again.
"Sir there is no report from them. We lost complete contact with them hours ago and have been trying to establish contact with them."
"Well have you established contact or sent a team to check on them?" It couldn't be possible for that many soldiers to suddenly go quiet. Even if something bad was happening they would have reported in.
"We did sir after their signals had come back." The soldier said making him stop and think about that.
"What do you mean by 'after'?" He asked as he could hear papers being shuffled for a second.
"It seems that the area they had gone to investigate was a complete dead zone. Every signal in or out was just gone until a few hours ago they came back online suddenly."
"Then what did you find after their signals came back online?"
"We sent a drone to do recon...and we found nothing sir."
Ironwood paused for a second as he was processing that information. A whole Asylum with anchors of land and such a large building suddenly disappeared? It was impossible. There was no logical possibility of such a thing happening.
"What do you mean there was nothing?" He asked as he was sent a video file that was the recording from the drone. He opened the file and began watching the video play as the drone flew through the snow and the wind coming across the area that they were told about and what he saw was completely unbelievable. He watched the drone fly around looking at what was once land with an asylum that had been there for years was now rubble as it looked like a sinkhole had taken everything down with it as there were remains of the building barely visible from the top. But then it was so tightly packed down that it looked like it was still being pulled down while the drone was pulling itself up. As he continued watching he could see that the snow was being pulled down towards the area as if gravity is becoming stronger the closer it gets.
"The scans we took from the drone shows that underneath was large deposits of dust - most of it gravity while there are some others such as fire. It seems that it was set off making the whole area pull itself down and collapse as it also set off other dust deposits causing a chain reaction." The soldier explained to him as the general continued watching the drone flying around. He watched as its scans had found the signals coming from below the rocks.
"We also have found that all of the men sent there have been lost in the incident. We would send someone but it is too dangerous until all the dust has burned itself out and then when it does we are unsure if it will even be safe to go and investigate."
Ironwood listened to every word as he was processing everything that he was told trying to wrap his head around it. The call ended as he held his head trying to understand what the hell they were dealing with. But then another call appeared on his desk, the council who must want a meeting. He forgot all about it as he closed away the files fixing himself while preparing himself for this meeting while trying to keep this information secret. If word about this got out to the public it would be complete chaos. But he kept one question in his mind as he opened the call and sat there.
What was happening down there?
"If I'm going, to be honest, I am surprised that you have lasted this long and your little heart hasn't given out from all the pain and shock." Dr. Grey spoke to the lizard faunus lying to the table strapped down as he was completely broken. The light in his eyes had been extinguished leaving nothing but hollow orbs that held no life behind them after experiencing so much pain in such a short amount of time and not allowed a moment's rest until she was done.
"Well, you helped me a lot with some research on faunus. I just wanna let you know I don't just hurt random individuals." She said removing her mask revealing her face and hair as it fell down past her face as she looked down at the broken man lying there unresponsive. Her hands on the sides as she looked down at him with a cold look as the tone of her voice changed. She looked at him as her hands gripped the meta table creaking slightly as she looked into his dead eyes.
"But I do hurt people who have taken very important things from me. And you little White Fang have done such that." He slowly got back up as she walked away grabbing a syringe from her pocket and pulled the cap off. "You have done a great help with my research, so now I can let you go due to me having an old acquaintance to meet and bring with me." She turned his neck and put the needle into his neck injecting him with the contents of the syringe. Once the thing was empty she pulled it out and walked over to a container tossing it inside as she heard the man convulsing on the table as she stood there humming a small tune as the metal clanked and chains rattled until she suddenly heard a thump and he was silent.
She turned around and walked back undoing all the restraints as he foamed at the mouth and his eyes rolled back into his skull. She moved him and dumped him onto a gurney before wheeling him out of the darkroom and into a very bright well-lit hallway that had a multitude of doors going down it. As she pushed the gurney down the hall she began humming a small tune that she remembered from her childhood. It was a very old song that her grandmother taught her but sadly she had forgotten the song a very long time ago and could only remember the tune which she was humming.
Grey then turned a corner heading down another hall and straight towards a lone door that opened up letting her enter into a large room that smelled like ash with a giant furnace that was shut off. She rolled him over before opening the drawer and sliding the table out and pushing the corpse onto it and laying it down after fixing it a little.
Once the dead faunus was on the table she pushed the table back inside and closed the door locking it as she turned the dial and set the timer as she could hear the clicking sound before the flames began roaring inside. Once all that was set and done she began walking out leaving the furnace as she pulled off her gloves and pulled out her scroll walking out of the room. Her finger began dancing around the screen tapping away and doing many things until she pulled up an article from earlier this morning.
'White Fang member found dead in alleyway of Vacuo'
She smiled as she looked at the pictures of a faunus with his neck snapped as his eyes held a looked of confusion that must have been held just before his death. Oh, how anything can be posted online and found even gruesome deaths.
"I see you still haven't lost your touch." She said putting the scroll away into her pocket and pulling a hair clip out before putting her hair up and keeping it out of her face as she stepped out of the morgue.
"Oh, it's going to be so much fun."