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The address that Torchwick had sent her wasn't quite what Pyrrha had expected, although she wasn't sure why she was surprised. The vast majority of her missions against the White Fang had taken place in the industrial district after the sun had gone down and it only made sense that the city's criminal element would be the same way. It was probably due to the low number of civilians in the area, residential and commercial districts would be busy at all times of the day while these would be left mostly abandoned.

Or maybe it was a result of the city's economic issues after the Mountain Glenn incident. She'd heard the population had dropped drastically after, so it was likely that some places had gone out of business.

Pyrrha knew that none of that truly mattered, but sitting in the dark watching what appeared to be an empty warehouse was boring work; no promise of a fight could change that. Winter stood beside her, maintaining the calm and disciplined demeanor she had become known for, even after three hours of nothing. Qrow had left to scout out the area after only thirty minutes, he sent the occasional text to assure them he hadn't been captured or spotted, but other than that he hadn't returned.

The Atlesian soldiers under Winter's command had set up in a few different locations, each with some kind of strategic value that Winter had meticulously chosen. Clover was in charge of watching the perimeter once they moved in, guaranteeing that nobody could escape without at least being identified and tracked. They had gone through the briefing before arriving, a frighteningly short brief due to the lack of solid information. Despite that, the Atlesian's seemed in their element.

Pyrrha had grown used to waiting for matches in her tournament days; but this was something else. Back then, the fights had been set to start at an exact time, with no uncertainty as to whether she was wasting her time. Even her outings with Team CFVY had been more active, though that was probably due to poor planning on their part. But this was the Atlesian Military, they were famous for putting planning and organization above more or less anything else, for better and for worse.

She'd spent the first hour and a half trying to get her new body armor to fit comfortably. When Winter and Qrow had given it to her they had said it was still technically in the prototype stage, but if what they said about it was true, she couldn't wait to buy the real deal. It was surprisingly light, and managed to form around her body fairly well. It even had a few prebuilt spots for her to clip things to, one of which currently held a radio keyed into an Atlesian frequency. Sadly, checking her gear had gotten boring by hour two.

She and Winter had set up on the rooftop of a nearby building, giving them clear sightlines; in the event something happened on the other side of the warehouse they would know. All they needed was a cup of coffee, and it would be exactly like a stakeout in a buddy cop film.

Pyrrha's discipline finally cracked, the silent anticipation having worn down her resolve enough for her nervousness to start showing through. In an attempt to calm herself, she jumped on the only thing she could think of.

"Weiss did well during initiation." Pyrrha hoped the quiet conversation wouldn't be rebuffed, partially because she needed the distraction but mostly because she didn't know if it was proper to talk during this type of thing. Beacon didn't offer such lessons, at least not to first years.

"Hmm," Winter hummed softly. "I had the Headmaster send me the recordings. She composed herself well at the end, the rest however…" She didn't finish her statement. Pyrrha smiled softly at the idea of Weiss finding out. Her mortification at knowing Winter had seen her argue so much with her partner was amusing. Winter meant the world to her younger sister.

"She'll get better." Pyrrha assured her. "It'll take her some time to get used to being away from Atlas, but she will love her team… or, well, she loved team RWBY anyways." It was a sore reminder of how things had changed, and it was difficult to say if Weiss would have the same change of heart now without Yang and Blake there to force her to grow.

"I…" Winter hesitated, the slightest amount of doubt forcing its way through the mask of indifference she wore. "I will admit I was worried about such. It is for that reason that I haven't approached her since her arrival here."

"She doesn't know you're here?" Pyrrha was shocked. If she recalled correctly, Weiss had known about her sister's arrival almost instantly the last time.

"She does, but she knows I am here on business." Winter said. "And she knows not to distract me while I work. I had feared my interaction might stunt her growth. I had hoped that by keeping her at a distance, it would force her to make friends." It was an oddly familiar thing to hear, and it took Pyrrha to remember where she had heard it before. Yang had often said the same about Ruby, though that had obviously changed once they were on the same team, but it was heartwarming to see that the two very different girls both shared a concern for their younger sister's social life.

Weiss would have been horrified by that, the sheer implication that both her and Ruby struggled to make friends. It wasn't wrong though, just for very different reasons. Thankfully, Pyrrha could relieve some of Winter's worries in that regard.

"She'll make plenty." Pyrrha smiled. "She got along well with Yang and Blake, not to mention my own team. Ruby and her were nearly inseparable towards… towards the end."

Winter looked up from the warehouse, looking at her with a sympathetic expression for a brief moment, before quickly turning back towards the building below. "That is good to hear, however it may not be wise to assume such knowledge as fact. Weiss is… She is far too used to dealing with people of similar background. Beacon will be good for her."

Pyrrha nodded. "I'm sure Weiss will manage, Ruby is too stubborn to accept anything less." The younger girl was often like that, socially awkward for sure but she was persistent. She could befriend anyone so long as they were willing to spend some time with her.

"They're here." Pyrrha nearly screamed as Qrow appeared behind her. The look of amusement on his face suggested it was intentional, but there wasn't any time to comment on it. "About three dozen, not wearing any kind of uniform, and then twice that for the White Fang."

"We can assume those not wearing masks are the people they are here to meet." Winter nodded as she pressed a button on a small handheld radio attached to her outfit. "Clover will guard the perimeter with our sniper teams, we'll move in from here while Bravo Team goes in the other side."

Pyrrha nodded, drawing Allos before pulling her shield up as well. She hadn't used it much, the Maiden Powers usually proving a far more useful option, but with them being so heavily outnumbered, the added protection would help. The three of them crept up to the edge of the building, staying low to avoid being seen, and waited for the signal to move.

The longest thirty seconds of her life later, Pyrrha finished as a sudden shot was fired. One of Winter's men had been given the order to fire on his target. A half second later, they were moving.

The drop from the building was long, but not nearly as far as others that she had survived with barely a scratch, and by performing a roll at the bottom she managed to bleed off the bulk of her momentum. Winter stepped off one of her glyphs, a small bird swooping down next to her before Qrow appeared in its place. The smug look on his face hinted at that being more showing off than anything else, but she didn't have time to comment. Following Winter as she rushed off for the building.

The side entrance they burst through wasn't unguarded, but the two terrorists there were entirely unprepared for the three Huntsmen who came crashing through it and were quickly dealt with. The inside was in utter chaos, people working frantically to close the large open warehouse doors that their snipers were currently shooting through.

It was hard to tell who saw them first, a shout that sounded and had half of the people in the building turning to see them a second before they leveled their guns on the doorway. Qrow and Winter were already moving by that time however, and Pyrrha was close behind them. The first couple shots that were sent their way missed entirely, the shooters not having time to aim as the Huntsmen quickly closed in.

Pyrrha knocked one man's gun to the side, forcing his arm out with it, and slashed out with Allos. He cried out as he fell, a line of blood quickly forming where she had attacked him. She didn't have time to think on their lack of Aura however, and was already moving towards the nearest enemy she could find. Their element of surprise would wear off quickly, so the goal was to neutralize as many combatants as possible before that happened.

She considered storing her shield and using her magic, but remembered that they needed to capture as many alive as possible. They would be far harder to manage with her Maiden Powers than her sword.

A crowbar came flying for her head, Pyrrha ducking underneath and holding her shield above her head to take the blow. She slashed out at her attacker's legs, scoring a deep cut around his knee that forced him down. Two more quickly moved to take his place, both of these people wearing Grimm masks and wielding slightly better weaponry. Only slightly however, and as Pyrrha caught the attack on her blade and twisted it, she noted that they weren't all that better trained. The blade was ripped from her attacker's hand, a look of surprise registering on their face just before her fist cracked against it.

The first man dropped down like a puppet with its strings cut, the second hesitated at how effortlessly his friend had been defeated. The over extended attack he had thrown at her lost the force it needed to make such an attack worthwhile. Their form was terrible, and she didn't move to block the attack, rather shifting her shoulder and left foot back as the attack came sailing past. Her opponent, so sure he would land his hit, was pulled with it and he stumbled to try and stay standing.

Her knee caught his stomach, halting his forward momentum in an instant and pushing him up off his feet entirely. The pommel of Allos crashed into his back a moment later, and he was sent crashing into the floor, unconscious.

Turning, she blocked several gunshots on her shield, before rushing forward at the people who had fired. The doors to the warehouse were closed now, though from the looks of it, not without having taken down several of those within. She crashed into the small group, forcing her shield out into one criminal's face with a sickening crack. He fell to the ground clutching his nose, even as she stepped past him and into another's guard.

Their attack was weak, the buttstock of their rifle smacking into her arm with little pain. Her own strike was far more effective, knocking the man down with ease. The three others there moved to surround her, attempting to use their numbers to overpower her. Dropping low, Pyrrha clicked a button on Allos' hilt, before twisting her body and lashing out with her weapon as it transformed into a spear.

The group attacking her had their legs taken out from under them, each falling to the ground in cries of pain as she righted herself and stood. They might not have been taken out entirely, and were they trained to the standards of Huntsmen, she would have stayed to finish them off, but none of them made a move for their weapon; too preoccupied with clutching their various wounds. They were out of the fight, and if they decided to get back up, she would come back to knock them down again.

She spared a momentary glance at Winter and Qrow, each having carved their way to the center of the building with an efficiency she could only stare in awe at. She was good, but they were on another level. The smaller groups that tried to approach them were defeated with brutal precision.

A large group of around ten criminals and White Fang members gathered to attack them, only to be surprised when several gunshots hit them from the other side of the floor. The second team had entered the building after them, lacking the same speed as Huntsmen, but they weren't any less efficient. The large group turned towards them, but their retaliation was interrupted as Pyrrha threw herself into them.

While their numbers and skills were likely enough to deal with local law enforcement, the White Fang had never been known for making especially strong fighters. Blake was the only exception to her knowledge, and Pyrrha couldn't help but wonder when the organization had stepped away from such quality. That being said, quantity was sometimes useful, and were they all able to focus on the Atlesians that had just entered the room, they would likely be able to cause some damage.

Pyrrha refused to let that happen however, smashing into the back of their group with little warning and cutting through them with ease. Most went down in a single attack, a swipe from Allos, a hit from her shield, or even just a shot from the soldiers trying to back her up. There were a few with Aura's unlocked, and those took more time to deal with. Not due to skill however, as they didn't seem to know how to properly use it, but simply due to the extra time it took to force past it.

The group was dealt with quickly, the criminals fleeing as it became clear that they were getting massacred. The White Fang, idealistic fanatics that they were, fought on even as they lost. All except one anyways. Even amidst the chaos of such a large fight, she saw one peel off from the back of the group. She thought he might be running, but rather than flee for an exit, he moved deeper into the warehouse.

With a spin, she managed to kick down the last two who hadn't fled, before turning in the direction he had ran. The soldiers saw her, but they also clearly saw the man running, and didn't say anything to stop her, instead moving to assist Winter and Qrow.

What this warehouse was used for, Pyrrha couldn't say. There were dozens of large crates spread around the floor, some stacked neatly while others had clearly been thrown wherever they would fit, but it was still meant to be something people moved through and thus it was easy to navigate.

The man she was chasing rounded a corner up head, disappearing from sight for a few seconds as she tried to catch up. It was only thanks to her training that she managed to duck under the sword that came out to attack her, instinct forcing her to bend backwards and turn her run into a slide.

Lowering herself to the floor, and with a bit of shifting her weight, she managed to use the momentum to turn her around to face her attacker. It wasn't the same one who had fled from the fight, looking far larger and just a bit more confident in his fighting. Unlike the terrorists she'd fought up to this point, this one didn't allow her to set the speed of the fight. Lunging forward for her throat.

She deflected the strike with her shield, angling it so that the sword would be forced past her and draw in her opponent. He didn't make that mistake however, shifting his footing and pulling back. When she attacked he brought his sword up to catch hers, the two sparked briefly before his wavered and was forced back. He was stronger than the others, more skilled too, but he lacked the refinement of even a preparatory school like Sanctum or Signal.

She sped up the tempo, attempting to overpower him through sheer volume of attacks, and managed to land several on his arms before he finally tried to strike back. She caught the blade on her shield, but he released it and tackled her to the ground. Allos fell from her hand as she brought her arm up to catch a fist aimed for her face. He was bigger than her and, while she was likely stronger, he had the advantage of being on top of her. He forced through her guard, managing to land a few strikes on her face that dazed her more than anything.

It wasn't enough to stop her first response however, her hand opening and pressing up against his chest as fire burned around her eyes. She saw his own widen in surprise at what he no doubt assumed was a Semblance of some kind, before he was thrown up into the roof of the warehouse. She rolled to the side before he came crashing back down, his Aura shattering as he did. He groaned, but didn't move.

Retrieving her sword and shield, Pyrrha moved in the only possible way the other one could have gone. Quickly coming upon a doorway, seeing as how there were no other paths to take, she kicked it open and stepped inside. A Faunus wearing glasses over his mask fired three shots at her, one pinging off her aura while the rest were blocked by her shield. The metal of which was quickly smashed into the underside of his jaw, snapping his head back and launching both his glasses and mask away.

He crashed to the floor unceremoniously, clearly not having been a competent fighter; he hadn't even had Aura. That begged the question of why he had been protected by the other one, who was the best fighter she had seen since the attack had begun. Looking around the room, it was easy to see why he had run and what exactly he had been up to.

The room was filled with crates, much like she'd seen in the rest of the warehouse, only one of these had been opened to show what lay inside. Hundreds of vials of dust sat in the one she saw opened, a few having been withdrawn and placed on a nearby table. It wasn't that which had her panic however, it was the bomb set beside it.

She'd seen bombs in movies, and Sanctum had even had a class on how to deal with a situation where a bomb might be involved. That lesson had been focused around evacuating the civilians in the area and then calling people properly trained on how to remove or disarm it. She'd never been taught what to do if you couldn't evacuate.

The White Fang had made away with a small mountain of dust when they attacked the SDC Ship, not to mention all the stores they had robbed over the past couple weeks, and if every crate she had passed on her way here was filled with Dust, then the explosion would be enough to level several city blocks and cause untold amounts of damage. Thankfully they were far from a heavily populated area, but that didn't mean there were no innocent people around. All it would take was someone working late to ruin a life.

Pulling up the radio she had been given, she tried to remember the crash course on radio etiquette they'd given her before the mission, before giving up entirely and simply calling out what she'd found.

"A bomb!?" She heard Clover swear from the other end, surprised for a moment to not what Winter but realizing it was likely due to her still fighting. "I'm gonna send in one of our guys who's trained for this, you'll need to meet him halfway and escort him there."

Pyrrha swallowed nervously, looking down at the small digital screen displayed on top. "It's set to go off in five minutes."

There was a long moment of silence, though in reality it was likely no more than a few seconds before she heard an unfamiliar voice come back over the radio. "Tell me what you see."

"There's a screen attached to the top, a bunch of wires and electronics, and then some vials of dust around it." Pyrrha rambled off as quickly as she could, trying to remain calm and be as descriptive as possible.

"Are the wires connected to the vials directly, or just set up around the bomb?" She looked to make sure, afraid of what might happen if she was wrong. The wires went straight from the interface to the vials. "That means the Dust is the explosive charge then, so we need to remove it before it goes off. If we do that then it's just a bunch of computer bits, but listen carefully. Do not try to disconnect the wires directly." He paused, likely to let her process his words, before continuing. "Peel back the panel and tell me what you see."

She did as asked, using the tip of Allos to pry open the top where the timer was. It was both overwhelming and surprisingly simple at the same time. Roughly a dozen wires went back and forth, a few having been spliced together to connect to one another. She relayed what she saw back over the radio.

"Trace the line from the Dust through the console, don't assume it'll be the same color, they might have misplaced it someplace you can't see, you'll need to follow it the whole way." Pyrrha did as she was told, slowly and meticulously working her way up from the Dust towards the console, then triple checking to make sure she had the right one before following it to the point where it split. One went towards the timer while the other went deeper into the mess of electronics. "Cut the wire going deeper, that should be the failsafe in the event someone tried to just cut the timer off entirely."

Pyrrha flinched when he said should, but did as she was told. She cut the wire and wired for something to happen. Nothing did however, and she allowed herself to breathe. Looking at the timer, it kept counting down.

"That's perfectly normal, just make sure there aren't any more wires connecting to the Dust." The man over the radio said. "We'll be there in two minutes. The bomb is still active, but without the timer it doesn't know when to go off. You need to make sure there aren't any other connections."

She did as asked, continually checking over to see if she made a mistake. As the timer hit zero she held her breath, but just as the man had said, nothing happened. When the Soldiers finally arrived, Pyrrha practically launched herself back from the device so that they could take over. She took several steps back and guarding the doorway, something she was far more comfortable doing. After several minutes, one of the soldiers walked up and patted her on the back.

"You did good." He smiled back at her. "Takes a lot of nerve to do something like that. Now go help Specialist Schnee, we'll take it from here."

Pyrrha rushed out the door, moving towards where she had first been fighting. When she stepped out onto the main floor however, the fight was over. Strewn across the ground were dozens of people, some unconscious, some glaring up at the soldiers who stood watch over them, and some that didn't move at all.

Winter stepped up beside her, her hair falling down in an uncharacteristically messy fashion. "Clover briefed me on the situation. Good work."

Pyrrha smiled back at her, placing her shield back at her side as she sheathed her sword. She didn't release Allos' handle however, using it to keep her hands from shaking. The fight had been what she expected, a quick and exhausting affair against a horde of unprepared terrorists and criminals. The end however… those had been among the most nerve wracking moments of her life.

She heard something crack as someone walked over towards them, turning and she saw Qrow approach with a large grin. "Well, I think that went well."

Pyrrha groaned, Winter glaring at the veteran Huntsmen. "Must you try and ruin everything?"

"Oh come on, the fights over, what more damage can my Semblance really do?" Qrow held his arms out for a moment, waiting for whatever cosmetic repercussions his words would bring. When nothing happened his smile only grew. "See?"

Winter rolled her eyes and turned away from him, even as a subtle smile crept up her face. "It seems the day is won. Hopefully one of them will have information we can use."

Pyrrha doubted it, if Cinder had cut ties with Torchwick then she doubted the White Fang knew anything about her location, but that didn't make this all pointless. The White Fang had been on the back foot for weeks now, ever since she arrived and started using her knowledge of the future against them. With the Paladins gone, and their largest amount of Dust captured, they wouldn't be nearly as prepared for the Breach or Vytal Festival.

With this done, it was over. The White Fang in Vale was finished.

The round up of all the prisoners was comparatively simple to the battle that had just taken place. The Soldier's were more than capable of managing without them and so Pyrrha had stepped outside to get a moment of calm. The police had arrived, having been alerted either by Ozpin or potentially just drawn to the noise, and had set up a large perimeter around the area.

She stepped away from it all, secluding herself away from prying eyes. The moment she did, her scroll rang. She picked it up without hesitation, knowing who it was without even having to look.

"Torchwick."

"We're really gonna have to work on your manners." The thief's voice rang out as smug as ever, and once again the screen didn't show a video feed.

"The White Fang is finished." Pyrrha said, ignoring his attempts at humor. "Did you find anything?"

"Yeah yeah, on to business." She could well imagine him rolling his eyes, the mental image serving to irritate her just as much as if he had been in person. "Our little Miss Fall did book passage to Vacuo, and disappeared shortly after arrival, but I called in a few favors and found out that wasn't entirely sure. She paid off some gate guards to not mention that she left the city. Headed south into the desert."

"That's it?"

Torchwick growled softly on the other side of the scroll. "Getting that much wasn't easy, and if you're gonna be a brat about it maybe you don't need my help-"

"No!" Pyrrha panicked, gritting her teeth as she tried to force out the words. "Thank you, we'll make it work."

"Sure, just find her." Torchwick didn't care. "I'll be in touch."

The call ended a moment later, and Pyrrha sighed, her shoulders sagging as the last bit of adrenaline and stiffness from the fight dissipated. Pulling up her scroll, she sent a message to Ironwood that she had information to send him. Hopefully it would help locate Cinder. With the White Fang off the board, she was the only real piece left from her time that posed a threat. At least, that she knew about. There was still Salem and whoever else she had working for her, but they would have to come later.

Author's Note: Chapter is done, hopefully well. I always struggle to write group fights like this, where one person is taking down several at once. Something about balancing the amount of detail for each combatant is tricky, hopefully it went well. If not, let me know.

Other than that, I just wanna say I'll be really busy with work for the next couple weeks. It shouldn't interfere with this since I upload on Sundays, but I just want to put out a warning.

I hope you all enjoyed it and I look forward to hearing your thoughts in the review. Good or bad, they help me to improve and always brighten my day to read.

Sincerely, SE