"Let's go over the plan one more time," Adam tapped the map with a marker, tracing over the railway route leading North towards Vale, "Only the first three cars of the train have bombs hidden in them, our job is to protect them from any nuisances that might interfere with our plans."
"If any Huntsman come aboard the train, do not let them know about the bomb's location, try to waste their time as much as possible," he then circled a section of the route, "This is where we'll decouple the fourth train car and let the rest of the cars go, after that, mission accomplished."
"This is our one and only chance at doing this, the mission takes top priority, no matter what. Meeting dismissed, we'll take off in two hours, I repeat, two hours."
Adam turned to the Courier, who stood there awkwardly adjusting his Lucky Shades as he watched the White Fang members scurry around the train doing regular maintenance.
"Are the Mini-Nukes planted?" Adam approached the Courier and handed him a White Fang mask, to which the Courier gingerly took and shoved into his duster.
"Yep, three Mini-Nukes for three train cars, all of them hidden of course."
"Only three? Why not more?"
"Trust me kid, those things pack a real punch when they go off, hell, I'd even say three is too much!"
"Did you hear the plan?"
"Sure did," the Courier pulled out a bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla and took a generous swig, "Did you take some Mentats before making it?"
"It was already made before you came by but…" Adam sighed, "The Mentats did help somewhat."
"Ha! See? Told you they were smarty."
"What are they anyways? They don't seem like any candy or medicine I know…" Adam took out his own packet of Mentats, which had already been opened, "And the Fixer too…"
"Oh yeah, no they're not candy, yeah uh…" the Courier scratched his head, "They're drugs."
"What… the fuck?"
Adam wondered if now was the appropriate time to decapitate the glasses-wearing idiot standing in front of him.
"I'm seventeen, you know that right?"
"What? No way… haha… ha…"
"What possessed you to give a seventeen year old drugs?!"
"Hey! I'll have you know that I didn't know how old you were when I gave you that, okay?"
"You called me 'kid' you daft fuck! How old did you think I was?!"
John Courrier let out a weak chuckle as he continued to scratch his head, his beret bobbing up and down as the idiot stared at Adam, "Hey, dude, cut me some slack alright? I didn't know at first!"
The two just stared at each other awkwardly, Adam scowling at the man as he just adjusted his sunglasses and scratched his neck nervously.
"So uh…" he began slowly, "You gonna give the Mentats back now?"
"No."
"How about the Fixer?"
"Fuck no!"
"Hey wait a minute! You complained about me giving you drugs but now you're keeping them?" The idiot pointed out, "That's not cool, man."
"No you fucking moron! Giving drugs to seventeen year olds are the 'not cool' thing in this situation!"
"Then why aren't you giving me the drugs back, huh? You gonna take them or something?" Courrier crossed his hands together as if he said a good comeback, it wasn't.
"I can't give them back because I'm addicted to them you dense sack of shit!"
"Whose problem was that, huh? I gave you the Fixer didn't I?"
"They don't work you glasses-wearing clown!"
"Take some more then!"
"What if I get addicted to Fixer too huh? What happens then?!"
"That's physically impossible and you know it!"
"You fucking-" "Adam!"
Adam turned to the unfortunate goon that had interrupted him, immediately reverting to his more dark, broody, and reserved self, "What."
Courrier snickered at this, fuck that guy.
"Some kid just dropped down the entrance," the goon fiddled with his weapon nervously as he looked the other way, trying to avoid Adam's gaze, "Uhh… we restrained her of course but like… how will this affect the plan?"
"A kid?"
"Yeah, a kid, looked pretty young, was dressed very weirdly too," the goon glanced at Courrier before looking away, "She had a scythe with her and everything."
Adam scowled, "That's a Huntress-In-Training, and we're accelerating the plan! Tell Lavender to start the train ASAP! We're moving out now!"
He turned to Courrier, who spoke up, "Huntress-In-Training? They're training kids to hunt already?"
"I thought you were a Huntsman? Didn't you go to one of the schools?"
"There's a school for teaching people how to hunt wild animals?"
"Tch, we'll talk about this later! You should get a move-on too!"
"Aye aye captain."
"I will not have this plan be ruined by a group of children playing hero," Adam gritted his teeth, "I can't have it… I won't have it."
"Woah there, remember what I said last night," Courrier pointed at Adam, "Keep your emotions in check, don't freak out the moment something goes wrong."
"Yeah yeah, whatever."
"I mean it."
"Sure! Right! And I get it the first time you said this shit! Let's just go before we waste any more time."
Roman Torchwick, Self-proclaimed Greatest Thief in Remnant and Professional Bowler Hat Wearer, stood watching over the operation, he had a smug smirk on his face as he watched the White Fang members scramble around attempting to start the train.
He turned his head around to notice the bull boy, Adam Taurus, approaching him with some White Fang mooks following him alongside, strangely enough, some bodysuit-wearing guy with shades in the dark underground.
"Ah, hello Adam, Sienna sent you a message," Adam frowned; Roman continued whilst throwing some glances at the guy wearing shades, "It turns out that you're no longer needed for this operation! Oh what a shame, what a shame…"
"She said that you have to report back to the Vale Branch, something about you being a leader and that you're 'not supposed to be out there fighting just yet', whatever that means," Roman then turned around completely, one eye staring at the guy wearing shades whilst the other was hidden behind his fabulous orange hair, "And who are you supposed to be hmm?"
The guy wearing shades watched as Adam left the conversation to return to the Vale Branch, who was positively fuming but realized that there's nothing he could've done, before turning back to Roman, "The name's John Courrier, I'm a new recruit," he smiled, extending a hand expecting Roman to shake it, "Nice to meet you by the way, nice suit."
"What's with the get-up?" Roman raised an eyebrow at Courrier's questionable fashion sense, "You're dressed quite differently compared to the other White Fang…"
"I was recruited yesterday so they didn't have any spare uniforms."
"Eh, fair enough."
Roman turned back to watch the White Fang members board the train, he then smirked before also boarding the train. Once in the conductor's cab, he walked around the tied up nuisance that had plagued him ever since she decided to show her face all those days ago.
Grabbing the bag off of her head, Torchwick watched in great amusement as his number-one archnemesis; as Neo had put it, begin to look around in confusion.
"Y'know, you are much more manageable without that oversized gardening tool of yours!" he cackled, sidestepping Ruby's attempt at charging at him, "You know you're still tied up right? Man, Beacon's really let themselves go by accepting you in haven't they?"
Ruby tried to use her Semblance to escape but was stopped by somebody hooking onto her hood with a flagstaff, the eagle ornament nearly ripping the hood off as she tumbled to the ground.
"Hey Roman, just wanted to tell you something, you're going to want to stay far away from the first three train cars," Courrier knocked Ruby in the head with his flagstaff, before an explosion echoed throughout the cave, "Ah shit."
Roman turned his head over to where the explosion happened and grimaced, as he turned back, raising his Melodic Cudgel, ready to kill Ruby, she had used her Semblance and dashed away, headbutting Roman in the process.
He doubled over a pile of rose petals whilst coughing his lungs out. Courrier awkwardly patted him on the back.
While Roman was wheezing and huffing on the floor, Courrier turned to one of the White Fang goons and said, "Start the train."
"But we're not quite finished with the preparations! The bomb yield might be too light!"
Roman looked up in surprise, "What's… going on with the bombs? I thought we had them all spread out on all the cars…"
"Oh yeah, there's been a change of plans," Courrier looked down at Roman with a smile, "All the explosives have been concentrated on the front three train cars, that way, we deal the maximum damage with the minimum risk! Ain't that cool? Besides, if we had gone with your plan, then all of the Paladins and Mechs would've been destroyed in the process! That was pretty dumb of you not gonna lie."
Roman hacked and coughed as Courrier aided him to his feet, "I wasn't notified of this. What gives?"
"Last minute change of plans from Adam," Courrier turned to the window to see the train starting to move, "Here's the new plan, you along with the White Fang will try your hardest to defend the first three train cars from being attacked by the Huntsman, Huntress, whatever."
"Either that or… you can stay up here with me, make sure the explosives are in place, what do you say?"
Roman watched as the White Fang members began moving through the train cars to position themselves far away from the first three cars, he then turned back to Courrier and nod, "I'll stay here, and I'd rather not get beaten up by kids again."
"You were beat up by kids?" Courrier laughed, "That's embarrassing man, now I think that you should stay up here."
Roman sighed; Cinder was not going to be happy with this change.
"You knew that kid from earlier right?"
"Yeah, Ruby Rose of team RWBY, yes, it's as stupid as it sounds."
"Team RWBY huh? Four people?"
"Yeah, four people."
"That's bad."
…
"You want a Mentat?"
"A what?"
The Courier watched as everyone save for him and Roman evacuated the first three cars of the train, "Hey Roman, let's go," Roman looked at him questioningly, "Oh come on, do you really want to stay where the bombs are?"
The two of them made their way through the cabins of the train, the sound of fighting becoming clearer and clearer as they went from the fourth cabin to the fifth, and then the sixth, passing by both the swathes of White Fang members all in defensive positions and the big-ass lieutenant with the chainsaw.
When they opened the door to the seventh cabin, they see the bodies of many White Fang members, all knocked out on the floor, the side doors were open, letting the rushing wind come in, "Where are the Mechs?" the Courier turned to Roman, asking him, not noticing the group of young women all armed to the teeth standing in the middle of the carnage.
"Not now!" Roman hissed at the Courier, who turned back to see that yes, indeed there were four young women all armed to the teeth standing there in combat positions, there was also a middle aged man with a shotgun axe but he wasn't important to the Courier at the moment.
The Courier raised an eyebrow at the women, they must be team RWBY that Roman had talked about but… why was one of them dressed like an Atomic Wrangler prostitute?
"Ah, I see, have fun Roman!" Before Torchwick could realize what was happening, the Courier ran back to the sixth cabin and detached the seventh car, waving goodbye to Roman as he stared back in horror, "Don't look so down! You get to hang out with them now!"
Unfortunately for the Courier, three of the four women decided to climb to the roof of the train car and jump over to the sixth cabin, he swore under his breath and ran back to the third cabin, past all the White Fang members and even that big-ass lieutenant dude with the chainsaw.
The Courier turned to one of the White Fang members that had tapped his shoulder on the way back, "Uh sir, we're nearing the decoupling point."
"Oh shit really?" the White Fang member nodded, the Courier turned back to hear the sound of people being flung into walls and being beaten up behind get louder and louder, "You, follow me, tell me when to decouple the cars," he then turned to address all of the White Fang members in the car, "Do all of you know what to do when the car's decoupled?"
"We got it!" some of them responded while others only nod, the Courier smiled, it's good to command over people once in a while.
"Great! Now come on, let's go."
The Courier and the White Fang member were crouched down at the point that separated the third car from the fourth, while he was there crouched down at the decoupling point, he heard the sound of a chainsaw being revved up, loud banging noises, and then silence.
He turned to the White Fang member who gave him a shaky thumbs up, the Courier turned back to the fourth train car and decoupled it, just in time for the door to be kicked open, revealing a black haired girl holding a sword.
A sword that looked a lot like Adam's Wilt.
"Do you have Aura?" the Courier asked the White Fang member, who nodded.
"Great, sorry for this," he then grabbed the White Fang member and chucked her out of the still moving train.
"Alright, you can do this, you can do this, come on!" the Courier grabbed Old Glory as the girl used her sword to hook herself onto the third car after changing it to a sickle.
The Courier prepared for a battle, "Stealth Suit, have Implant GRX on standby, and please inject Med-X and Psycho right now, please."
"Sure! Anything for my best friend!" the Courier felt a rush of energy as well as a numbing sensation as the chems pour into his bloodstream, taking out a Jet inhaler, he took a quick breath and discarded the inhaler.
Now completely drugged up, he felt like he could take on the world.
Blake jumped onto the next car to see an unfamiliar face, it was a man in a black bodysuit with white stripes, all covered in a dirty blue sleeveless duster, his eyes were covered by a pair of golden sunglasses and he was wearing a red beret with an unknown symbol stitched on it.
He held a wooden staff with a gold eagle ornament attached to the end of it; Blake readied herself with Gambol Shroud. The two combatants stared each other down as the train continued to speed down the tracks.
What she doesn't know was that the man was high out of his mind.
"Do you know of a person named Adam by any chance?" the man grinned a manic smile, "If you do know him… is your name Blake?"
She stiffened, not intending to answer the man, he just laughed, "Judging by your reaction… there's always a time for introductions isn't there?"
"Hello Blake, my name's not important right now, what is important though, is are you going to pussy out of this train fight too? Just like last time?"
I would like to personally apologize in advance if I get anything wrong regarding the lore of RWBY or the story of the original series.
It's been like years since I watched the thing and I don't have the greatest memory so some things regarding the lore might be more shitty than others.
I always wondered where Adam was during Volume 1 and 2, seeing as how he's like the top dog of the White Fang or something like that.
Also, why wasn't Ruby tied up when Torchwick was talking to her, you'd think that career criminals like him would understand that fists are weapons too.
Maybe I'm misremembering things, I don't know man.