Hello, if you are wondering what happened to some chapters well I deleted them since they didn't have any real purpose. They were just thing that didn't have any real help to the story so I got rid of them. If for some reason you are confused while reading this well just know that this is a time skip by a whole year from the last chapter. That's all I really have to say so enjoy and if you don't, well I really don't care. Also, the pole is over and you will see which one did win.

Meetings

September 5th, 2181 – Today, it was 47's 17th birthday. Of course, he was unaware of this himself, but more interestingly, he has put many of his boyish habits behind him and is starting to behave like a man, impressive for such a young man. It looks very promising for my future ideas, and he seems to be absolutely perfect regarding the original intentions of his creation.

Forty-seven's footsteps were silent as he walked through the empty halls. He held both of his guns in as the black leather of his gloves hugged them. He kept walking down the hall towards a large door at the end of the hall. A giant symbol in the center that would split when the door was opened. The symbol itself resembled a snowflake that was used by the Schnee Dust Corporation since they first started. They had even moved onto different thing besides Dust over the years expanding their reach and power over the market. It would be a hard thing to miss as the logo was on everything they produced, from dust all the way down to simple toothpaste. Whatever they could get their hands on the company would swallow it up and make it their own.

Forty-seven stopped at the door looking inside as he focused to see the white aura of a man that stood all alone. He stopped looking and moved forward opening the door to the large office filled with many things: portraits on the walls as one was between two large windows of a man with white hair as he sat next to a woman and a little girl. All of them in the picture had white hair while they were emotionless and had lifeless eyes as they just sat there forever frozen. On the wall to his left was a giant bookshelf filled with many different types of books, many of them he had never seen before as a ladder sat to the left ready for when someone needed to reach up high. The rest of everything there was just statue busts and pictures of men that were all Schnee from down the line that had owned the company before passing. It went all the way down to the very first Schnee who started the company.

"So my time has come, hasn't it?" The lone man standing by the window asked out while looking at the night sky past the snowfall. The shattered moon was high in the sky shining brightly on this night as it could be seen through the window right where Forty-seven stood. He tightens his grip on the guns as he stayed standing there motionless looking at the man as he sighed and turned around looking back at him with eyes similar to his own. As Forty-seven could see his face he was around ninety with a tired look in his eyes as the white hair on his head hid what silver was in it. He wore what looked like a suit similar to the one in the portrait on the wall except that it was much more dressed up to look nice. He motioned his hand towards the seat near the desk where a bottle filled with a dark liquid that must have been a type of alcohol sat alongside two glasses and ice.

"Please, have a seat." The man spoke out as Forty-seven looked back at him as he had begun walking towards the large seat behind the desk, he sat down and grabbed a glass from the tray. "There are no guards or any tricks. I just wish to have a small chat and drink before my death." He used a small scoop in the container of ice and put some into both glasses. Forty-seven placed the guns into the holsters underneath his suit before walking over and taking a seat with him as the man grabbed the bottle and pulled the top off. He brought the bottle under his nose and took a whiff before he poured the liquid into the glasses and then placed one near Forty-seven as he placed the bottle back down on the tray and lifted his own glass after putting the glass cork back on the bottle.

"I've had this bottle for a very long time," He held the glass up looking at the dark amber color liquor as the ice clinked against the glass. "This bottle was purchased by myself when I took a trip to an auction and spent over six million lien on it," He brought the glass to his lips and took a drink while Forty-seven looked down at the bottle to see the name on it, the name on it was 'Isabella's Islay' which seems to be made from gems. He looked back up as the man put the glass down on the table and held it there while looking at the wall of portraits.

"I take it you know who I am, yes?" He asked glancing back at the blond who sat there with an emotionless expression. He knew exactly who this man was and what he had done, Adalbert Schnee, the once proud owner of the Schnee Dust Corporation for over eighty years until the current owner, Jacques Schnee, had taken over after being married into the family.

"Nicholas Schnee," Forty-seven said as the man gave a small smile before taking another drink from his glass. He seemed happy that someone remembered his name.

"It's good to know that my killer shall know my name, rather than being forgotten." He finished the glass and began to pour himself another one as Forty-seven's just sat before the glass clinked as the ice had begun melting.

"You know why I'm here then," He asked Nicholas before reaching out and grabbing the glass, he brought it up to his own lips taking a sip tasting that it was a scotch whisky brand, a very exquisite one at that.

"Yes, I was marked on the list by Wolfgang. I knew that dealing with him was a mistake, but when he offered me workers that required little sleep or food and could work three times faster than the workers I had at the time in my Dust mines," Nicholas placed the bottle down and picked up the glass as he looked out the window. "I just couldn't pass up that kind of deal, and all I can say is that I didn't regret a thing, boosted my profits and the amount of dust being collected. I could even lift many safety restrictions since they were just like mindless worker bees that cared nothing for their life." He waved his hand in the air a bit. "Just working and working until they dropped." He dropped his hand to emphasize his point as Forty-seven knew about how people had called his treatment of his workers cruel and unsafe. They never knew that they were just more clones that were made to work in those mines. That also carried onto the new owner of the company who didn't have that connection with the doctor and get more worker clones.

"I had a bad name from that, but that new one running my company is making it all worse since he is actually using real faunus instead of the ones that I had from Wolfgang," Nicholas knew that things would only get worse for his company as that went on.

"I was never a good man, yes I was a businessman, but I was still cruel in my work. Making a monopoly with dust. Swallowing up smaller companies and shops buying them up and making them my own." He explained to Forty-seven who just sat there as he seemed to be confessing his sins and demons before his death. It seemed different to Forty-seven as the other four that he had killed, some begged for their lives and tried offering him things. A few even tried fighting by preparing for his arrival. They never regretted the things that they had done, but it seemed to interest Forty-seven a bit as he had never seen such a thing, so he sat there with this man having a drink and listened.

"I even paid for cover-ups and people to disappear who tried to expose the mines and the conditions of the workers, couldn't have the whole world know that something so inhuman was being done. Most of them were faunus since their senses were much stronger and could work faster than the human ones, did give the company a terrible reputation though after some info was leaked." Nicholas finished his second glass before grabbing the bottle again and began filling it all the way to the brim as his eyes had begun to glaze over more and more as the alcohol was beginning to affect him. Forty-seven just sipped from his glass again watching this man as the snow outside fell.

"My own family wasn't very good, my wife of fifty-seven years never once spoke to me and I barely knew her. It was like she was just there, but not really. She kept to herself all the way to her death never once really interacting with me." He looked at the portrait behind him staring at the woman who was his wife, he then looked at the young girl. "Then my own daughter has taken up alcoholism to deal with just being in the family that she has now." He looked back at Forty-seven. He set the glass down on the table and turned his chair fully facing him now instead of just his left side. "I don't even know my own grandkids that well and one will be the successor of this company, but I look more hopeful towards that one." He looked down for a moment as he began thinking for a moment. "Weiss, I believe her name is, I've heard things about her and how she wants to change the family name into something better than what it is now." A small smile came to his lips. "I envy her and hope that she can do such a thing," He grabbed the glass that was still full and downed it in one go before he set it down and sat back against his chair smiling.

"You know...I feel a lot better now that I spoke with someone and got all that off my chest. I guess this is what they mean by when they say make peace with death." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket watch opening it up checking the time. "Oh, would you look at that it's almost four in the morning, well I know you must be busy with others - so I guess we should wrap this up then." He put the watch back into his front pocket as he coughed clearing his throat, he then patted down his suit getting out any wrinkles before he sat there with his hands sitting on his belly while his fingers locked together. Forty-seven placed the unfinished glass down on the desk and stood up reaching into his jacket pulling out his gun. He raised it and aimed for his head planning on making it a quick death. Suddenly Nicholas held his hand up.

"You can take that bottle if you like, have the rest of what's inside. The bottle itself will even get you a hefty amount."

"I'm not a thief,"

"No, no, you're not stealing it. Think of it as a gift, you have a look in your eyes that I've seen before. It's not that lifeless and unthinking look that all those things Wolfgang makes, no you have the look of a man that knows exactly what he wants but just haven't found it yet." He put his arm down continuing, "I wish you luck in finding whatever that thing is." Nicholas relaxed in his chair and closed his eyes sitting there accepting his fate and waiting as Forty-seven stood there looking at him aiming at his head, he thought about what he ha just told him.

He was not a clone that was made from another like all the others. Seventeen years he has never seen another one like him, but he was created by Wolfgang as the mark on his neck labeled him and was proof of that. But those words made the nagging feeling deep within his mind surface again and made him think about it, the constant question of what was he? What was he? Who was used to create him?

Suddenly he heard his earpiece go off and a voice began speaking.

"Forty-seven has Nicholas been taken care of?" Wolfgang's voice came out from the earpiece and pulled him back out of his thoughts, he lowered the gun as he pressed the button on the earpiece.

"He will be in just a moment," He let go and raised the gun aiming back at the old man sitting in the chair.

"Good, when you are finished up I expect to see you back for your new assignment - this is an urgent one. You are not to inform the agency do I make myself clear on this?" Forty-seven could hear the urgency and commands in his voice. Forty-seven aimed down the sight and then fired hitting Nicholas in the forehead leaving a small hole as he twitched for just a moment then remained sitting there. Forty-seven quickly caught the casing that flew up in the air after launching out of the gun. He slipped it into his pocket to hide evidence before he picked up the glass and finished it before he used a rag to clean the rim.

"Forty-seven do I make myself clear?" Wolfgang repeated into his ear.

"Yes, sir." He answered Wolfgang as he picked up the bottle that was suddenly given to him by Nicholas. He looked at the dead man who just sat there as a single small hole sat in the center of his head, a small trail of blood, the smile still on his face. Forty-seven realized why he was wearing that suit because he wanted to look presentable when he was found. When he was found then his death would just be covered up by the SDC so that things didn't go wrong or they would make something up, they could even just blame the White Fang for his death.

"Nicholas has been taken care of," He walked back to the door and opened it stepping outside back into the hall, he closed the door making his way back down the hall. His earpiece letting Wolfgang speak into his ear as he gave him the location of where he was supposed to go. He just listened as he looked down at the bottle he was given, he looked seeing that it was covered in diamonds while the name was spelled out in rubies. This must have been the reason why Nicholas said that the bottle itself would catch a high price. He eventually made it to the back entrance that he had come in through when he arrived, across the way was a bullhead that sat motionless as he began walking towards it holding the bottle in both hands being careful with it. As he got closer the doors opened up and the engines began to start up. He shook the snow out of his hair while climbing up inside and took his seat as the door began closing while the bullhead had begun slowly going up in the air taking off. He waited for a bit until the thing had taken off for him to get up and walk towards the cockpit.

Forty-seven opened the door and saw that in the seat was a robot specifically created for flying. These types were created so that when a shipment was needed then it would be able to fly it there on its own when a pilot was unavailable. He moved over and began typing on the screen near the controls.

'New coordinates acquired. Changing direction.' The screen flashed as the robot began to change directions going to the coordinates that it was given. Once everything was set and done he walked back to his seat and waited as he reached into a small compartment and pulled out a folder. It was filled with papers that had a picture and name of each person. Five of them in total with details of them, he looked at the first one that had the picture crossed with a red 'X'.

Christopher Sergius was the man's name as he was a dark haired man that had yellow eyes due to being a panther faunus. He had a tail that gave away him being a faunus while he had a scar running down the side of his face that happened after having that part of his face sliced open by a rival when he was younger. He was the leader of a large trafficking ring that ran humans and faunus selling them to the highest bidder. Along with that, it listed off all his basic things such as height, weight, and blood type. It also listed his last known location which was in the deeper parts of Menagerie where he moved many years ago to continue his trafficking due to there being so many faunus that he could easily kidnap and sell. He did the business of buying more 'product' from Wolfgang that he could sell when a client of his requested a specific type of faunus. Forty-seven killed him by using a chain during a small struggle and hung him up for all to see when his body was found. He begged as he choked struggling to get down as he watched him die.

Forty-seven flipped to the next page that had another man named Folcher Yu. This time being a dark-skinned human that had black hair that was short. He also had a small beard that was the same as his hair while having a pair of emerald eyes. He was one of the biggest arms dealers in the lower parts of Mistral controlling all the movements of illegal arms and dust ammunition. He had made the deal with Wolfgang for replacement organs, most of the time it was a liver due to the full body tattoo that he had on his back after using traditional styles instead of current ways. The ink had gone so far into his skin that it blocked his sweat glands and it killed his liver, needing a replacement every few years. His death was much cleaner making it look like a suicide after rendering him unconscious and tossing him down the deep ravine in the mountains. Before that he scared him showing up at the hotel he stayed at taking out his guards and surprising him, the look of fear in his eyes was one he had seen so many times in others.

He checked the next page like the last and looked at Carles Firat. He was another human that was a very pale color due to the very little sun that is received in the kingdom of Atlas and his problem. He was a larger man who was more into the running of both drugs and weapons while keeping a deal with Folcher about what regions that they owned. He suffered from some rare type of disease that was called 'Aceruloplasminemia' which was a rare genetic disorder that was hereditary and characterized by the abnormal accumulation of iron in the brain and various internal organs. Individuals affected by it such as Carles develop neurological symptoms including cognitive impairment and movement disorders while there was a chance of degeneration of the retina and diabetes that may occur. He was affected with all of these so he hired Wolfgang to find out a way to cure him and help keep a steady supply of replacement organs when his kidneys began failing. Then even going so far as to replace his eyes when they began going blind which worked for him. His death was being eaten alive by his pets - which were two snow leopards he kept. All he had to do was weaken the glass and they did the rest when hungry.

The last paper he looked at, before Nicholas's, a woman who was a faunus that looked to be fairly young. Around only in their thirties as the horns on the sides of their head went back before curling and the dark violate hair went down reaching her back. She was a ram faunus and was actually just as old as Wolfgang as the age was listed as ninety-eight. She was Stella 'Scars' Gallina and had control over many groups across Menagerie, she was a feared woman by many even at a young age when she had earned the nickname 'Scars' due to the ones that she would leave on anyone that would try and cross her or betray her while it also came from the countless scars that covered her body after incidents that happened quite often when she was young having grown up outside in the deeper parts of Menagerie where things were harsh.

Fighting day after day spending many years alone after being kidnapped and made into a slave, being sold off to many different people. In the pages, it gave in detail the many things she had gone through when she was asked and interviewed due to her request. She had begun her penchant for crime at a young age. She was poised, well-spoken, and a ruthless businesswoman and had eventually earned her name and place through sheer willpower.

She had built an empire in Menagerie's underground criminal world and by the beginning of Twenty-eight thousand she was a household name and feared one at that. As time went on she began settling into the background supplying whatever someone needed be it weapons, dust, or drugs like anyone else. But as everyone, good or evil, in the world, they eventually succumb to life's final breath. That's why she turned to Wolfgang after hearing chatter from her informants about many others that hired him and the 'benefits' that they received for working with him. She had wanted him to make her a whole new body, a fresh one that was stronger than the one she had. So Wolfgang delivered and created her a clone that was an exact replica of when she was younger, then he used a machine that he had created to move her soul over to the new body with success which made Stella very happy. She made constant 'donations' for his work.

But just like the rest she had begun to feel he was a liability and expose her. Her death was the hardest to accomplish as she was smart and no fool that Wolfgang would attempt to kill her, so she had prepared and always had information fed to her about any strange activity. Such a shame that all it took was a bit of nicotine poison to put her down.

Forty-seven reached into his jacket and pulled out a pen while flipping to the last page that was Nicholas and he crossed out the picture. Once he was finished he put the file back where he had gotten it so that it could be disposed of when he arrived. He placed the pen back and he walked back to his seat and rested as he closed his eyes waiting for the bullhead to arrive where he was called.

Forty-seven opened his eyes after waking up from the slight jerk as the bullhead landed. He looked down at his watch and saw that it was six in the afternoon, flying for over fourteen hours as he stood up and grabbed the file along with the bottle before walking out of the bullhead being greeted by a walking automaton that stood there waiting as he walked towards it. The machine looked at him as he turned around and pulled down the collar of his suit exposing his neck and tattoo for it to scan. He waited until it finished up and began walking away for him to follow as he held his things, he looked around to see that he was in a village that had people walking around - both human and faunus. They just seemed to be minding their own business as there were many guards posted around the place watching.

They all held weapons that were either a blade or gun as they just stood there watching for anything that could happen. It looked no different than any other type of village that had authority walking around watching them and for any Grimm that would appear on occasion. This place was once a destroyed village like any other that was outside of the kingdom, but it was rebuilt and the people protected, along with all the things to help such as food and medical attention. All from one man who needed a new place that he could hide more of his work.

Forty-seven kept following the machine until it stopped in front of a large building that was more in the back of the village while he looked to see more construction happening to expand the village more, reaching farther out into the forest. He just walked inside as he passed a desk and a woman who just looked down having seen him many times before and know not to say anything. He kept walking until he found the large doors leading into a conference room that was empty. Forty-seven walked in and closed the door behind him and locked it after placing everything in his hands down on the table.

After he was done he reached under the large desk and felt what he was looking for underneath, he pulled it off and brought it out to see a scroll that was blinking. He pulled the tape off and opened it to see that a call was instantly being made for him as it was quickly answered.

"Good you arrived Forty-seven," Wolfgang said as he sat down in the seat and listened to the old man. "I am glad to know that they have been taken care of, and no one knows that it was you correct?" He questioned always being as cautious as ever.

"Yes, they were all either murder or accidents, sir," Forty-seven informed him while he grabbed the file and tossed it down into the trash can near him. He then grabbed the bottle and poured some of the alcohol onto it as Wolfgang continued speaking. "That is excellent news Forty-seven and the work you have been doing for the agency?" He asked while Forty-seven reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter that had a symbol that looked like an 'H' engraved on both sides. He flipped open the top and flicked the wheel starting the fire as he placed the scroll down putting it on speaker while picking up a scrap of paper and began to burn the side. "The work has been slow, but I have become their most favored agent."

"Have you also taken care of the files on each one?" Wolfgang asked as he tossed the paper into the bin and watched it slowly burn the entire thing as the alcohol helped speed it up. "I just did." He kept watching making sure that the fire didn't spread out.

"Alright, then you will receive all the payments into your account. But now I have a very important task for you Forty-seven." He could hear the tone of his voice which was serious as always, but there was something else hidden underneath all of it. The fire had died down and was only smoke as the burned ash sat at the bottom, he picked it up along with the scroll and moved it towards the window so not to start the fire alarm.

"This assignment is not to be taken with any mistakes, it is the one of utmost importance and the agency must not be informed of what I am doing."

"Yes, sir, I understand. What is the assignment that I will be handling?" He asked as he sat back in the chair and waited for the details of what he was to do.

"Your job will be to destroy something that I have had my eye on. You see when I was discredited as a scientist and cast out from Atlas the military sized all of my assets and research, those bastards then used it for their own purposes and even used it for other means." Wolfgang said as the anger in his voice began to manifest and cause his tone to raise as he continued speaking. "Such as their new secret weapon that was made by the same man who was responsible for my name being ruined." The scroll received a message that he opened up and saw the picture of some kind of robot that was suspended in the air as wires were strewn all over the place. There was a power source placed inside as the energy was glowing green as scientists stood all around it, even the general himself was there looking at it.

"They created an android that can produce its own aura which is impossible without an original source, so that's where my work had come in. You see I had the idea for a machine that could pull the soul from the damaged host and transfer it to another. That bastard used it himself and treats that hunk of metal like his own child, so I want you to destroy it Forty-seven. I want him to suffer just like I did after having my name and reputation destroyed by them all, show the Atlas military that I was right and leave him with the crushing knowledge that his work had been destroyed!" Wolfgang's voice had risen more before he had gone silent presumably to calm down.

"I understand, where is it that I shall be going?" He asked waiting for Wolfgang to speak up again as he calmed down. Forty-seven heard him cough before speaking again.

"Yes, pardon me." He cleared his throat before continuing. "You will be going to Beacon Academy, Forty-seven."

"Why not send me to Atlas and destroy the machine?" Forty-seven asked as he was slightly confused wondering why to send him away from Atlas instead of breaking in and destroying it.

"The reason being is that they have completed the android and has it on constant watch with Guards and security, even you may struggle with trying to break in. But the Vytal festival will be held later this year in Vale and I know that the Atlas military will just want a way to test how it reacts in a normal environment. It was made to look and act human so I don't know what it looks like. All you can do is keep your ears and eyes open as you are there waiting for them to arrive." Forty-seven sat there as he listed everything in his head before answering him.

"I understand sir."

"I also must inform you that you will be going undercover as a student so do not draw too much attention toward yourself, do your best to stay in the shadows as you attend that place."

"Yes, sir I understand." He answered as Wolfgang hung up and the scroll suddenly received messages. He opened it up to see the fake identity that he shall be using while at Beacon Academy. He looked over everything that was on the fake document such as the fabricated life that he 'lived'. He looked at the name reading it out to himself.

"Jason Arc,"