Here is the new chapter of Arc 47, thank you for all your patience in waiting while I worked on it. This is a bit longer than all my other chapters, similar to ch 3, around 8 thousand words. I'm trying a slightly different form of writing made more towards the perspective of the characters and hope you like it as I make the new chapter. Also if you have not realized this yet but this takes place a whole year before Volume on and will have a time skip later to the beginning of Volume on and start up there. I am happy that so many people enjoy this story and will keep going to make it much better and better as it continues going on, but I will have a pole to see where 47 will be going.

Go to Beacon undercover for a contract? or Work as normal playing both?

I hope to see many votes so that a choice can be made, if not then I will just have to make the choice on my own. Don't feel shy to go and vote, also if you are ever confused about something and have a question you would like answered then feel free to PM me.

Back to the story, I hope that you can enjoy what you will see.

Housecall

January 6th, 2174 - 47 escaped from the asylum after the discovery of the clone that had been tormenting him. He was quickly recovered, he seemed to have learned some fighting from watching the tournament I had performed the other day for my benefactors. They still seem to be having doubts about me much more now.

It was silent as Forty-seven sat in the room purchased in some motel after arriving in Vale. The sound of cars passing and people outside were silent from the thick walls while he thought to himself. He arrived here a week ago, as it was the only place the airship could take him, after the incident in Vacuo. When he first arrived in Vacuo he got off the boat and retrieved his car from under the cargo they were carrying. He was easily able to escape before the cops showed up, due to many calling them after the Grimm attack for medical assistance.

The car would need some work if he was going to keep it, but he would have to get rid of it in case word came out about him in it. The dents and scratches - along with the cracked windshield would give him away if someone reported him.

When he was getting a lay of the kingdom he was stopped by the faunus who threatened him even when unprovoked. After that, he needed to leave as there was another faunus watching from a window and called it murder for what he had done. He did not know about the witness - if he did he would have made sure they stayed silent for what they saw. The last thing he would need was authorities breathing down his neck searching for him, especially with the Atlas military whose general had a certain way of doing things which set many with unease.

But for now, he was safe.

He looked down at the gun in his hand. The metal was clean and polished, not even a scratch which surprised him a bit since most guns even when factory new had some scratches from the assembly. He had even disassembled it checking to make sure nothing was inside them - couldn't be too careful. Luckily there was nothing but he saw that the gun had been made with much more of a kick when made and even pretty durable as he checked mist parts that become damaged easily. He had to give the maker props for their craftsmanship, it was an impressive gun. He knew that too many other such as huntsmen it would seem pretty boring, but a weapon didn't need to be able to shift forms and become a different weapon.

Most relied too much on their weapons - in his opinion. What was a hunter to do if they lost their weapon in battle or was damaged? What if their weapon ran out of dust or ammo? The answer was very simple, they died.

But that was his own thoughts and opinion, back to the gun he could see that there were a few smudges from the oils on his hands, those could be easily cleaned before using them. The oils can damage metals like this making rust over time.

He looked towards the large window next to the door where he had drawn the curtain shut keeping the room pitch black and give himself privacy from prying eyes. The dark also helped him relax slightly since that meant no one could see inside. The only source of light in the room was the light to his left coming from the small room that held the sink and mirror while the door on the side went into the bathroom. It was small and simple. The way he was used to, but a little more. He certainly never been in a bed before, just a small metal bed that was surrounded by glass and metal like all the other clones that filled the room. Reminded him of the lab rats in their little glass cages before being taken out to be tested on. They were very similar now that he gave it a thought.

He stood up from the chair and walked over to the sink as he looked the guns over checking for any serial numbers or some type of indication of where they may have come from, but there wasn't. He guessed there wouldn't be since it was obvious nobody wanted them traced back to whoever had them before.

Forty-seven placed them down on the counter and walked back to the bed grabbing the coat that he left on the bed.

He reached inside and pulled out the silencers that came with the guns while the air conditioner was blasting keeping the room cool due to him having been used to the cold weather of Atlas. When he had arrived he could feel the heat starting to affect him making him sluggish, he had experienced this before when he was put through most harsh conditions in his training.

That was years ago and now he had to adjust to the difference in temperatures unlike the freezing air of Atlas. It wouldn't take too long for him to adapt to such a sudden change in climate so it wasn't very much of a problem.

Once he has them he went back to the sink and inspected them in the light as he remembered the card he received in the envelop back at the Inn. It said they would never wear out which was a bit difficult to believe, silencers would begin to break down and wear from constant use before they began to do little for concealing noise. He would have to test that out himself if he was going to see if it was true.

He felt that they had some weight but it was very little, almost nonexistent. He grabbed one of the guns and began screwing the black cylinder against the muzzle until it was firmly in place. He held the gun up as he aimed it around feeling no difference in the gun, which was a very good sign meaning he wouldn't have to compensate his aim over the difference in weight. It would prove very useful when he was forced into combat. He needed to see what type of ammo was loaded into them so he knew what kind of damage he could do.

He emptied the clip and checked the ammo. They were strange as they seemed to have a slight color mixed with the metal tip as if hollow. Then he remembered what type of bullet it was. It was a dust bullet, they were a very hard thing to make due to having a very long process in making them so that they didn't react to the gunpowder going off when the trigger was pulled. Luckily with the advancement of technology and production, they could be made much faster now rather than when they were first created.

But he couldn't tell what kind of dust it was as the color was a light grey and white color. It was so strange since he had never seen this type of dust before - must have been a mixture of dust to make it.

Forty-seven placed the clip down as he emptied the bullet from the chamber launching it into the air until he grabbed it and held it in his hand. He began to inspect the .45 that sat in his hand. He was looking at the design remembering his lessons on dust ammunition. They were much more dangerous and volatile compared to regular dust - especially the bullets. What made them so dangerous was that they could react with the gunpowder in the casing if made incorrectly. Most who make knock-off have learned the hard way of what happens when you try and make your own dust rounds. It wasn't pretty but all you could really say it took a shovel and a few mops to clean the mess.

He continued inspecting it until he decided to activate it. He used a little bit of aura and watched it light up before stopping as he understood what it was and could do. This was a very dangerous thing that could really do some damage, especially towards huntsmen. But for now he wouldn't need them, yet, so he loaded it back into the clip and slide it back into the gun before pulling back the slider and loading the first shot.

Forty-seven looked down at his arm to see some dry blood and stains making him think before placing the gun down on the counter. He began walking towards the bed and picked up the scroll he had gotten back from a soldier at the asylum.

He would have to trash it soon, but for now, he was fine after removing the location chip from the device back at the bar in Atlas. For now, it would serve its purpose as he opened it up and began searching for information about Vale so that he could get around easier. He opened a map of Vale and began to study that entire city so he remembered where roads and streets went along with places that he would need to stop at such as dust stores and other places. He thought for a second before opening the search engine and began looking for the closest clothing store.

He couldn't walk around in such filthy clothes. He wasn't a person who cared about the style but he would need clothes that weren't covered in droplets of blood and other stains that he couldn't remember.

As Forty-seven searched he found one about a few blocks away from the motel that he was staying at. It was a little far going into the commercial district, but it couldn't do him much harm for new clothing.

He just had to remember the route to get there and he would be set to go.

He began following the road on the map memorizing it as this reminded him of when he had to memorize maps of a mase all marked with numbers before running through mazes. He would run through them as they shifted every five minutes that he was in there before a number appeared on a large screen telling him which map layout it was now making him remember and change course. He had to memorize every pattern in order to escape and pass, they would be the only times he could remember which seemed 'fun' as he followed them. That's what Dr. Ort-Meyer called it when he would finish the courses.

'Did that maze entertain you, Forty-seven?'

He shut the scroll and grabbed his coat covering his bloody clothes as he walked back grabbing both guns and placing them back into the wooden box that he received them in. He then locked the box placing it in the drawer next to the bed before pulling out his lein as he began heading out into the streets. Hopefully, everything would remain quiet until he found out a plan for where to go now.

"Thank you very much." The cashier said as Grey walked away with her coffee in hand while she gave the young man a smile. She walked out from the coffee shop passing a few humans and faunus as her smile stayed the same while she looked at her scroll messaging a few of her colleagues. They were in the same position as her, a bit different but still the same with what they do. Most of the cleaners and fixers - what they are called by clients who wanted someone to disappear or get some information out of a certain individual.

She asked if there had been word through the grapevine about a certain teen that had suddenly shown up in Remanent causing trouble and more messes for clean up.

Sadly things had been silent as ever. She knew this was a long shot since 47 was a smart individual. He wouldn't go around causing problems or doing things that would bring attention to himself. Especially now since he is free from the lab and could be anywhere in Remnant. The hardest part about all this was she hadn't seen him in years since he had begun going through puberty so it has been a few years. It makes her wonder what he looks like now? It would help out a lot in her search for him.

The only thing she had on him which was that he was somewhere here in Vale. It would have been about a week now after the death of a White Fang member and two recruits being beaten badly back in Vacuo as a witness reported seeing a blond murder the faunus they found dead.

Grey began checking with her old employer about his little creation and what he would be doing or where he would be likely to go. He of all people should know where he would go right?

But it was as she feared it was very little help since he hadn't been receiving anything from her, it was as if he suddenly disappeared. He was a man that couldn't be found unless he wanted, but he did want his creation back so she was sure that he would respond, right?

Suddenly she bumped into someone spilling coffee onto her white blouse. She heard them yell before walking off, but she could care less about the coffee since she was used to much worse liquids. She also dealt with much bigger assholes that were worse. A little shove and coffee on her clothes weren't much of a problem.

But she might as well get another since she didn't want to head all the way back to her hotel just to change. That was a waste of time and she had already wasted enough the past week searching for the blond clone.

She tossed the coffee into a nearby dumpster while she began looking around for a clothing store, many to choose from but knowing the ones she saw there would be many employees trying to help her shop. She didn't need flashy clothes just a simple white blouse and that was it. She still remembers when she went into a clothing store here when she was still in college and ended up spending over six hours trying on clothes because they said she was a 'model' and was made to fit them. Never again.

Did they really need this many clothing stores? She saw many of them, as she was in the commercial district, with different styles brand names and other accessories. Some even had the same exact thing but at different prices. That was the economy for you. Drawing in the consumer with things at different prices.

She kept looking around until she saw a small shop that had simple looking clothes. She should easily be able to buy a new blouse and get rid of the coffee soaked one she was wearing.

She began walking through the crowded street passing by people both human and a few faunus holding bags that held what they had just recently purchased. She continued making her way through the crowd until stopping at a crosswalk as the streets were busy. She looked down at her watch checking the time and saw that it was the beginning of rush hour as people began getting out of work.

This would just make her search harder than it already was since Forty-seven could easily blend into the crowd.

She knew he had to be stuck in Vale due to the checks they have been doing on anyone leaving to another kingdom. The White Fang had become much more hostile in their protests lighting fires and some even causing riots while many have even gone so far as killing to prove some kind of a point. So security had to be buffed up at the airships leaving from kingdom to kingdom. Didn't really surprise here since the safety of citizens mattered and all the negativity only drove more Grimm close.

She watched the lights slowly change from green to yellow before turning red. The lights then turned green where she was letting the crowd around her cross the street as she followed shuffling along. It actually reminded her of when she was very young.

She grew up in a village far from any kingdom. It was actually a very large one compared to many others - lasted a very long time. They were safe from Grimm and bandits since they had many people trained to take them down keeping the village safe along with huntsmen who would pass through on missions.

But as the years went by she felt like she was trapped there, every day doing the same thing as she followed along never questioning. As a child, it wasn't a problem since she did her own thing and followed as she was supposed to. But as she began getting older she began feeling bored and trapped, as if there was nothing there for her. It was like her everyday routine was starting to make her feel like she was a machine.

She eventually left for schooling in the neighboring kingdom but eventually, the village was destroyed by a Grimm attack - like any other outside of the kingdoms. It was years after she left, but it was still a sad feeling to lose the home that you grew up in. She had gone back to help the survivors that were still around suffering from wounds or had someone that was.

There wasn't much to feel sad about since most of her family was dead long before the attack and whatever family she had she never met or knew about. It might have helped that feeling of sadness with always having people to sew back together with open wounds or missing limbs that was most certainly in the belly of a Grimm. The screams in the distance and at night didn't help as they would plague her mind the very next day to fix more people.

Grey suddenly snapped out of her thoughts a she felt something bump into her leg. She looked down watching as the little girl was pulled by her mother as she apologized for it. Grey just smiled as she said it was no problem before the light turned green and she continued her way towards the shop.

She walked through the doors listening as there was a song that was played while many people walked around. She looked around herself walking through the rows of clothes searching for a white blouse and now that it had taken so long she may also need a bra as she could now feel the coffee that must have soaked through her top. She began heading towards the back of the shop until she found exactly what she was looking for. She grabbed the shirt as she began heading towards the front until suddenly a conversation caught her attention.

"Have you seen that guy?"

"What guy?"

Grey stopped and looked over seeing two women working as they put clothes on the racks. She began walking closer before she stopped in a row of clothes pretending to look while she listened in. She was sure that it couldn't have been him, but you never know.

"That blonde one with short hair." The woman exclaimed while she put more clothes away.

"You mean the one that came in earlier today?"

"Yes, he had on a coat. The hot looking one."

"You say that about any young guy that comes in here."

"I'm serious! He had this mysterious look in his eye. While that body of his~." She said with a hint of lust, "he came out wearing the clothes he bought and let me tell you he could toss me around just like I want~." The woman purred.

Grey was getting bored listening to them deciding on she should just go since they were no help until they gave her a clue.

"But I could see something on his neck. It was some kind of tattoo."

"What did it look like?"

"I'm not really sure. I think it was a bar code or something."

As the woman finished talking she smiled stepping away from the clothes as she went up to the register and paid for the blouse. As she took the bag from the cashier she heard her speak. "I hope you were able to find what you needed." She smiled at her while handing the lien to her.

"Oh, believe me, your store helped me find exactly what I needed."

Grey had walked around asking if they had seen a blind teen around the area. As she searched she began getting pushed in the right direction as her search was starting to become much smaller and smaller as she got more information until she found herself standing in the parking lot of a motel that was brightly light up with a few lights flickering down the stone paths. She looked around until she saw the office near the stairs leading up to the second floor. She walked inside feeling the air wash over her from the air conditioner that was on the wall. She walked over to the counter ringing the bell as she could hear footsteps coming from the door behind the counter.

The door opened revealing an older faunus with bull horns on his head while ducking under the door frame that was much shorter for someone his height. He walked over and sat down in the chair as he smiled.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"I need to know what room a blond teen is staying in. He is by himself." The faunus fixed himself in his chair as he placed his hands on the counter. "I'm sorry but I cannot go an," he heard a click making him look up as he sat down only to see down the barrel of a gun as it was pointed at his head. She watched him freeze as the color drained from his face as his hand slowly moved down until she clicked the safety off.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Come on hands up on the desk." She ordered him while keeping her cheerful tone smiling while he did as he was told placing his hands up on the desk. She kept her warm smile while the man sat there in his chair. He was slightly shaking as he was consumed by fear of his death, she could tell that he must not have his aura which would most certainly mean his death. Grey found no such pleasure in what she was doing, but that didn't mean she felt bad about it either. She needed to know where 47 was so she could attempt to get him without his knowledge of her coming. Then she would be on her way.

She took a step closer and began pressing the cold metal against his head - that now had a light sheen of sweat as some began forming into beads. "Now, tell me where the blond boy is." She asked again making him slowly move his hand across the counter and began searching around feeling for something until he grabbed a binder and pulled it out of a stack without taking his eyes off her in the fear that she would blow his brains out for doing such a thing. He placed it down and turned it towards her before placing his hands back on the desk. Grey opened the binder and began reading off names and numbers until she found one that fit the date that he must have arrived here. It was room number one, zero, nine and was a single bedroom that was purchased about six days ago. She turned the binder and pointed down at the room number, "Is this the room?" she asked him still keeping her warm smile that made him even more terrified as he looked down and began thinking until he leaned back. "Y-yes, that's the room." Suddenly he felt her press the gun harder against his skull as the smile had completely left her face and was replaced by a cold murderous glare.

"Are you sure?" She pulled the hammer back making a click as he flinched and began shaking more as she could see tears starting to form in his eyes. She began looking around slightly until she saw a small crude drawing on the boards behind him that looked to represent him as it was drawn with horns on the head along with a smaller one that must have been his child. She then looked down at his hand and saw a wedding ring. "Tell me do you love your family? Wife and daughter?" She asked as his eyes widen as his fear continued growing. "H-how do you know I have a family." She slammed the butt of the gun against his skull making him hold his head as she pointed the gun back at him. "That's not what I asked you, again, do you love them?"

"YES!" He yelled still holding his head as there was a little bit of blood on his hand from where she bashed him. She must have left a gash on his head that began bleeding as the skin was broken. He looked up at her in fear. "Please don't hurt them."

"Then tell me, is that the room?"

"No, he paid more to fake the room number, it's number one, one, six upstairs on the second floor." He spat out terrified for his life and his child. "Get up," Grey ordered him which he followed getting up as he held his head before she pointed at the room he was in. "Go," She pointed the gun making him walk towards it as his head was pounding as she followed him in before she raised the gun high and swung down slamming it against the back of his skull. She watched him as his arms fell to his sides and slowly fell forward unconscious. He would wake up with a nasty headache, but she would be long gone by then. She quickly grabbed the master key from his pocket and began walking out leaving the office after turning off the lights and flipping the sign to 'Closed'. She took a deep breath feeling tired while the night sky was certainly very warm. It was much warmer than it should be, but what can you do?

She began making her way up the stairs to the second floor being extremely careful not to make any noise since she didn't want to alert Forty-seven to her presence. If he was still like he used to be when she last saw him then he may get a bit hostile and kill her. If he did then there wouldn't be any guards to stop him. She stopped at the door and looked at the number before looking down and checking the vent. She began unscrewing the back until she could open it a little and see the small fan inside sucking in the air blowing it inside the room. She heard a small sound before stopping and looking around seeing no one. But she wasn't a fool.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to do this differently."

Forty-seven sat down and waited as he held one of his guns in his hands. He looked over at the dresser that had a small camera sitting on top of it broken after he found it inside the smoke detector.

Somebody was watching him and he knew this ever since he left the lab. There was always somebody watching him. The cars that were constantly in the same place each day and even on the ship from Atlas he saw many people that watched him and would speak into scrolls while having eyes on him.

He needed to get away from here without them following. He had searched for any other type of surveillance device and found nothing. He couldn't kill them either while getting away as it may set them off and lead to him being discovered. Then with what they may have seen down in the lab, they would only hunt him down more for questioning, but since he had heard nothing about him over the news or radio then he could presume that he was safe - for now.

There was a knock on the door, a soft but strong one that let him know someone was there. He got up from the bed and slowly walked over to the nightstand and slowly open it pulling out the box and unlocking it. He pulled out one leaving the other before he began walking towards the door. He looked through the peephole and saw a woman with black hair that looked to be in her twenties but couldn't tell exactly. He watched as she began knocking more with a happy smile plastered on her face as he had a strange feeling.

She seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember why she did. Ge moved the gun to the side of him as he leaned over and opened the door only a little bit. "How can I help you?" He asked pulling back the hammer of the pistol. She then raiser her left hand up waving at him.

"Hello~!" She greeted him with a cheerful tone as his mind registered who she was. Her other arm came out from behind her back and shoved it into his gut as he opened it more to kill her. When she did he was launched back into the room and fell to his back as he could feel the pain of electricity coursing throughout his body.

His muscles all tightening as it continued while the gun fell from his hand. The door was then shut before it began to stop until he could feel it again as the woman he knew jammed the taser unto his neck continuing to shock him until he began blacking out.

As he was he could hear her speak.

"It's nice to see you again, Forty-seven."

Forty-seven began to slowly wake up from his sudden electric slumber. He had the feeling of pins and needles around his abdomen from where she had hit him. As he woke up he saw himself sitting down in a chair while he could feel metal handcuffs on his wrists keeping his arms behind his back and in the chair. His head hurt while he began looking up to see Dr. Grey standing near the window by the door while looking out the window slightly moving the curtain while her scroll was to her ear.

He couldn't hear was she was saying, but that didn't matter while he began moving his hands feeling around the cuffs trying to figure out what type they were. While he did that he kept his face forwards at Grey so that she didn't notice what he was doing. As he continued feeling he figured out what type that they were and was about to start unlocking them until he saw Grey walking over towards him still on her scroll speaking with someone.

"Yes, just like you asked I have your little ball of sunshine right here," She tapped him on the nose with her finger annoying him while he remained emotionless looking at her. She had that same smile that he saw when meeting her for the first time on Ort-Meyer's command. It was the same smile that never left her face, the smile from the permanent retreat to what she called her happy place. That is what he learned people call it after suffering from a trauma that forces them to retreat to a happy memory or place built within their subconscious - Grey had long been permanently placed in her little world that it surfaced and became her new personality. She now was always happy in every situation that he had ever seen, even as she cut up men as their screams echoed over her singing.

She turned away from him and continued speaking into the scroll as Forty-seven began to unlock his cuffs, his fingers moving around working until he felt the cuffs click and loosen a bit. He looked back for a sec to see if he could tell but he couldn't. He continued trying to get the cuffs off but they wouldn't loosen anymore, he tried pulling his hand through to see if it would slip out which it almost could but he just couldn't get it through all the way. He took a deep breath as he pushed his hands closer together and grabbed his thumb, he took a few seconds as he let out his breath slowly through his nose before taking another deep breath and then quickly dislocating his thumb that was followed with a popping sounds as he kept a straight face while he let go and began working to get his hand out of the cuffs. He could feel the pain start to numb a bit as he finally freed his hand - keeping them still behind the chair - before he popped it back into place and he moved it using his aura to fix any damage and stop the pain. He stayed in the chair waiting for Her to look back outside as she had been repeating the action as she looked around the outside.

He then began thinking about how she was here. He hadn't seen her in over seven years when she last tried to analyze him mentally, wanting to see what made the gears in his head turn. He would kill her now, but he needed to know why she was here and who hired her. He looked around until he saw his guns on the dresser near him.

"Alright, yes, don't worry that old head of yours. I'll have him there in a few days - don't forget about our deal. Toodles~!" Grey said as she ended the call and closed her scroll, she then heard a click from behind her as he loaded the gun. She looked over her shoulder and saw his blue eyes look into her own followed by the barrel of the gun. She could tell that he wanted answers, so she would comply. He knew that she was crazy, but also smart.

"How ya been?" She asked him as she turned all the way around and faced him. She kept her eyes on him so he didn't think that she was doing something. As she stood there Forty-seven began walking towards her and reached into her pockets searching them until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out the gun and taser that she had when arriving here. She complied staying still as he knew that you couldn't be too careful with all the nutjobs out there, then the people of Remnant. As he finished searching her he saw that the gun was just a replica that was made to look like a one, even weighed the same since he knew that she wasn't one for combat. He looked back up stepping back from her.

"How did you find me," He asked tossed the fake gun on the ground while keeping the taser in his own pocket. He didn't need her putting him back under again and do who knows what. He saw her put on a hurt expression as she placed a hand on her chest. It looked genuine if you were any other person, but any person who was skilled in deception could tell that it was fake.

"Aw, no 'how have you been?' or even an 'It's good to see you' I'm hurt," She said as he stayed there giving her no reaction.

"I thought we were friends."

"No, we're not," He stated to her pulled back the hammer as he kept his eyes on her. He could see her trying to dig deep into his head and try to see the gears turning. If she could tell then she would see his head filled with questions, the most recent ones being about how she found him and why. She then began reaching into her pocket and pulled her scroll before showing him the image of his creator.

"Your father asked me to come and get you." She said as he remained in place holding his gun steady never moving from her head. He began thinking of what he should do. He had nowhere to go and would soon be found by the military. He had no other choice then.

Forty-seven lowered his weapon and pulled the taser out from his pocket. he began handing it to her until he stopped and pulled it away as she tried grabbing it. She looked up and saw the look in his eyes remembering when she was at the door. For everything, he was cautious.

"I won't taser you again, one-time thing. Promise~" She sang out as he stayed for a second until handing her the small box. He then kicked over the fake gun, she picked it up as it hit her shoes. "I never was one for fighting, I usually leave that to people like you," Grey said as Forty-seven walked away from her and into the closet grabbing holsters and adjusting them to his body.

As he was doing that she looked around the room and saw that he had done rarely anything in the room. The bed hadn't been touched since he came here before. She then looked at the desk and saw parts and dust scattered all over it with some tools. He watched as she walked over and looked at everything which could be made to create explosives if you have the knowledge to do such a job. "Someone has been a very busy bee," She said as he gave her no response as he prepared himself while keeping his eye on her. He did not need her doing something to cause problems right now.

She then saw a map of the place that was used for an evacuation, but he had marked areas on. Dots and time stamps were in different areas of the parking lot and rooms. "I can take it that you know about your friends outside?" She picked up his little map looking it over while he just ignored her.

He grabbed the second pistol and placed them both into the holsters on his sides. He knew that Grey felt like continuing their one-sided conversation, but it was time to go as he grabs a detonator from the drawer. Forty-seven then walked towards the door as he stopped and peeked out through the curtain checking to make sure everything was in place. He had about twenty-five, thirty minutes before the place was swarming with cops when he pressed the button. The cars that had been watching him needed to be taken out so that they couldn't follow him when they got to his car. Whoever they were they had been watching him ever since the bar.

"Come on," He grabbed Gray's arm and pressed down the trigger of the detonator pulling her from the window and began counting in his head.

'3, 2, 1…'

The ground suddenly shook as he stood still waiting for it to stop. The window then suddenly shattered from the force outside covering the floor in glass shard.

Once the shaking stopped he opened the door to see the cars in the parking lot covered in ice, he then looked down the hall to see a thick wall of ice blocking the path as he could see men running before stopping and trying to break through it. He looked behind him to see where Grey was, but she was gone, he looked around and saw her in a cart filled with sheets. She looked up at him pulling a towel off her head.

"Sorry, Forty-seven! I'm not really a fighter!" She then climbed out of the cart and ran off leaving him, but then she turned back yelling something. "Behind you!"

Suddenly he felt someone jump on his back as something came over his head and down towards his neck. He held up his hands and caught it feeling the wire cutting into his flesh as he held it instead of his throat being opened up. He stepped back and tossed himself back against the wall smashing the person on his back against the wall cracking it as he heard a grunt of pain and the wall falling apart in chunks. He then tossed himself forward and launched the person off him and they rolled on the ground getting up letting him see a man with light skin and brown hair as he wore a suit. Forty-seven could feel the sting in his hands quickly leave as the wounds closed up and he looked back to see the men smash their hands through the ice and run for him.

He looked back at the man on the ground before kicking him in the face as he could hear a crack. He then grabbed him by the back of his suit and lifted him up before tossing him at the men across the hall hitting one that was coming through the ice wall. The other man that he could see was a cheetah faunus as the tail moved behind him, dodged by ducking.

He stood up breaking into a sprint towards him while reaching into the pocket of his suit and jumping up. He stopped on the ceiling and launched himself towards Forty-seven holding a small metal cylinder. Forty-seven move his body but saw as the faunus held out his hand that was wearing a black leather glove until his claws ripped through the tip and he grabbed onto his shoulder pulling him along and forcing him to the ground as they both slid ripping up the floor until slamming into the metal railing. The cheetah faunus quickly recovered along with Forty-seven and stood up as he pushed his hand forward to stab him with a needle that came out of the cylinder.

It was a needle that was used on huntsmen when they needed to receive an injection or booster that helped them when dangerously low on aura. Whatever was inside of it wasn't a booster.

Forty-seven lifted his leg up and kicked the man's hand making him pull back as the metal syringe flew from his fingers and landed on the floor and rolled off falling the second story. He kicked himself up as he sent his foot out again and landing a kick tight in his chest getting a snapping sound before he launched away and slamming back into the other men that had begun to get up from the ice wall.

They crashed back into it and broke the rest of the ice as Forty-seven looked out and saw the doors of the cars being kicked off their hinges and get sent flying as more men got out of the cars holding guns that had a glow to them.

He suddenly heard a honking sound below him and looked down to see his car with Gray sitting in the driver seat. "Hello~!" She sang waving at him while he looked at the men running to the car ready to blow it apart. He grabbed his guns and drew them as he looked down at them and he began to focus and he could see the men slowing down to almost a stop while he aimed his silverballers and pulled the triggers watching as the slider moved back and the barrels flashed as the casing came out of the ejection ports and the bullets traveled down towards the men.

He watched as the shots hit their marks killing them each as they fell to the ground while he continued firing. The ammo ripped the men to pieces as many were left with giant holes as the bullets flew through their skulls and going through aura like it didn't even matter.

He stopped after twelve shots as he broke his focus due sharp pain that ran through his head making him grunt before he placed his weapons back into the holsters. It was like the pains he would get after receiving his injections from the doctors growing up.

'What was this pain?' He wondered as he walked to the railing and jumped over falling the short distance before landing on the ground and rolling as he stopped next to the car. He quickly stood up and opened the door climbing into the seat as he saw more cars coming - followed by sirens in the distance. "Drive," He said as he reached into the back seat and pulled out the rifle he had stolen from the faunus that he ran into when he arrived.

He could feel as Grey stepped on it as the tires screeched out while the sound of gunfire was heard followed by the window in the backbreaking as the bullets hit the car.

He turned his head away as the passenger window shattered as the bullets started to stop as they couldn't reach while Grey sped off into the freeway followed by more of the black cars. "Well, this is certainly more fun than I expected when getting you, Forty-seven," Gray called out while he began to crawl out the window and sat down as he held the rifle aiming for their tires as Grey kept passing cars making it harder to take the shot. He pulled the trigger just as she made a hard turn passing a smaller car as he saw cops on the other end of the freeway heading back to the motel. "Hold still," He called out to Grey. Hasn't this woman ever driven before?

As he fired the rifle taking out the tired of one car he suddenly looked back as Grey drove over through the barrier knocking over barrels filled with water soaking him. He spits some water out as he climbed back in while she dodged incoming traffic. He wiped the water from his eyes while looking at her as she glanced seeing him soaking wet while she herself was completely dry.

"Oops." She simply said while he just sat there taking a breath used to it. He had been through much worse than wet clothes. He would be fine - except the leather on the chair was another story.

There was then a hit as they jerked forward as something landed on the roof. Forty-seven looked back to see another black car ramming the bumper. He would give it to them, they were persistent. He reached for the rifle until he felt a sharp pain in his neck making him grab what he felt was an arm and pulled them down from the roof of the car. He caught them as they fell over and began pulling them up as he grabbed their head pulled them into the car more as he felt the faunus clawing at his arm doing nothing to the skin as his aura blocked it.

He couldn't even feel it as he grabbed the man's head with his other hand and began to choke him closing his windpipe shut as he gasped and choked. He kept squeezing tighter and tighter until finally squeezing even tighter. He felt the vertebrae in the man's neck crack and break before he went limp instantly. Forty-seven let go and pushed the body out watching in the mirror as the body rolled and tumbled along the ground - the chasing car then turn suddenly avoiding it. It was then smashed by an oncoming truck that Grey passed by.

As Grey was driving she moved back into the correct lane through an open section of the highway and took an off-ramp. While she was driving Forty-seven held his head as he started feeling light-headed. What happened to him? He wasn't feeling right, it was like his body was being drained of energy as there was still the pain in his neck. He moved his hand up to feel his neck and pulled back seeing a little bit of blood. He started feeling the pain in his head start to get worse as darkness began to take over his vision until everything was gone while he could hear Grey's voice starting to fade.

"Forty-seven…?"

"...even!?"

"Ah, what a great day to enjoy," John spoke to himself while relaxing in the forest behind his house as his kids were all spending time with each other working on their weapons. He loved the trip they took three weeks ago, left them relaxed and distressed as he thought about his daughter Joan.

He was proud of Joan for being such a genius - even with the criticism and jokes from family friends who ask if she really is his kid since he was such an idiot back in school studies. Still pisses him off slightly when they bring that up, he may have been bad in school but he wasn't a moron, he passed...with C's. It's not like you need to be smart in order to swing a sword and block with a shield.

"Hey, Sis?" He heard Ellen ask while he saw Joan working on a small metal object. 'Such a smart girl with tech,' John thought as he grabbed his tea taking a drink from it while watching as Joan finished up and placed the metal pack against Valerie's belt and ammo pouch that was connected to her chain gun that rested on the mechanical glove on her right arm. He remembers when she had two in both arms but Joan said that it was over excessive and could do much better with upgrades - he reached down pulling the pin from the large fire extinguisher standing next to his chair as he watched them prepare to test out the adjustments Joan made from Valerie's suggestions.

"Yea?" She said connecting the small metal device to her belt along with the thrusters attached to her ankles of her boots as she wore a black blouse and dress pants. She always seemed to dress professionally, who did that remind him of?

"You sure nothing bad will happen?"

"Well, that is why we are testing it to make sure that nothing bad happens."

"Like what?" Valerie asked while Joan finished up with Valerie helping her put everything on. "Well like you being launched off or the dust inside explodes." Joan bluntly stated making him chuckle while he watched his girls step back from the nervous Valerie.

"Come on sweetie you can do it!" He called out from his seat that was a good 12 feet away from her as he picked up the fire extinguisher and placed it in his lap prepared for the fires that may or may not start. He was only joking since they rarely hurt themselves with their weapons and testing new mods or changing parts that were damaged. He was worried before when his oldest kept adding more mods onto her gauntlets, but she was happy with the last one and called it quits with new mods.

"Thanks!" She yelled back at him annoyed as she calmed herself down taking deep breathes while everyone else stepped back.

"Okay, here we go." She reached down and pressed the button on her wrist and waited as her weapon began shifting out and cover her forearm until completed and was shifting with the armor over her chest and back while moving down covering her lower back and abdomen as the ammo traveled through the belt and loaded the large gun. She then felt the small jetpack expand out and move up attaching to her ammo pack underneath and the armor of her lower back while her boost jets on her ankles light up ready to go.

"Okay now try the gravity dust," Joan instructed as Valerie nodded and pulled out a purple dust crystal. She reached up and inserted it into the empty slot on her armor as it closed up and glowed brightly as she began to slowly float off the ground a few stayed balanced as she went a bit higher before stopping and just began to move around weightless. She began spinning slightly and flipping mid-air as Joan was writing down things she observed using a notepad and pen. John kept the fire extinguisher ready as he watched the next test start.

"Alright, Valerie start the jetpack and maneuver around the air a little." She said as Valerie was way ahead of her and dashed up into the air as her jetpack and boosters let her fly through the air smoothly and easily. John placed the red tank down and relaxed knowing nothing bad was going to happen.

He just sipped his tea watching her fly around doing small stunts testing out making sure that the jets and gravity dust worked well. This lasted for about ten minutes until she flew down and landed.

"Woo! That's what I'm talking about baby sis!" She yelled yanking Joan into a bear hug making her lose her breath followed by the popping of her spine. He chuckled watching her slap the notepad against Valerie's head in an attempt to make her let go. But then his chuckling stopped as he turned around feeling someone was there and saw someone he knew never showed up for normal visits.

"Hello, John. I wish to speak to you and your wife about your daughter Joan." He said making John put his glass down and get up.

'June isn't going to be happy about this.'