"The cards could be rigged," James Ironwood, Headmaster of Atlas Academy and the Most Loyal Member of Ozpin's Band of Merry Men, said as he pointed at Courrier, "Mr. Courrier? Please take the deck out again."

"Uh, sure." Ironwood grabbed the deck the moment Courrier pulled it out of his duster, he spread the cards over Ozpin's table before, organized in two rows of eight, fifteen five of hearts and one ace of spades. Picking up the ace of spades, Ironwood began examining the card.

Qrow picked up a five of hearts and looked at that too, "Looks like a regular playing card to me," Qrow shrugged, turning the card over, "Although these back patterns are quite unique, where'd you get these?"

"Dunno, won it in a card game against a rancher," Courrier scratched his scruffy chin, Goodwitch stared in disgust as particles of sand fell out of the scraggy pathetic excuse for facial hair, "Dude was a real tough opponent, lost most of my ca- Lien to the guy."

Courrier almost slipped up, calling Lien something starting with a 'cah' sound, Ironwood stored that knowledge for later, "A rancher? You got these cards from beating a farmer in a card game?" Qrow laughed, "What're you, a cowboy?"

"Nah but my friend was one before he retired," Courrier leaned back on the chair, "He was a uh… 'Vaquero' or something, but he retired and became a mechanic instead."

"What was he like?" Ozpin was asking this time, much to the surprise of Ironwood who was silently listening in on the conversation while he tried to decipher the mystery of the appearing ace of spades.

"Real nice guy, old too, his name was Raul," Courrier chuckled, "Found him kidnapped by some Su- uh... Faunus that forced him to repair their radio or something, I think it was some kind of cult, ran their recruiting through the radio."

"Interesting, a cult you say? Sounds like something really serious yet we haven't heard of such a thing in a long while…" Looks like Ozpin was able to sus out something from Courrier, maybe he was lying about this…

"The cult's tiny, their radio was busted so it didn't get too far, and technologically illiterate too, so they didn't know how to use the CCTS," If Courrier was lying then it'd be easier to him than breathing, every word came out as natural as possible… almost too natural, as if it was rehearsed beforehand… Ironwood stored that information for use later, "Also part of the reason why they kidnapped Raul."

"Damn, you got any more wacky stories from your home?"

"Lots, this one's a bit sad though, I knew this guy called Boone-" "Did you find anything yet?" Courrier's voice fizzled away into the background as Ironwood's Semblance passively kicked in, forcing him to focus on this conversation rather than Courrier's.

Ironwood turned to Goodwitch as she glanced at the cards, he shook his head, "Just as Qrow said, they seem to be normal playing cards, no evidence of tampering… no hidden tech… nothing."

"That's… worrying."

"If what Qrow said is true then…" Ironwood glanced at Courrier, who was animatedly retelling some story about his friend to a silent Ozpin and an interested Qrow, "Someone with a Luck Semblance as strong as him cannot be allowed to fall into the hands of Salem or her minions."

Goodwitch nodded and turned to Courrier, Ironwood's passive Semblance faltered as he placed the card back down on the table, "So I led Jeannie-May to the front of the dinosaur and then BOOM! Her head blows open like a watermelon!"

Qrow looked a bit disgusted at the Courier's description, Ozpin just nodded impassively, the Courier cackled, "After that, Boone decided to join me on my travels, even gave me this Beret right here," Courrier pointed at his red Beret, "It's a First Recon Beret, the unit that he was in before he retired to Novac."

"Novac, huh? Maybe I should pay a visit sometimes. Buy one of those dinosaur souvenirs for my nieces."

Courrier frowned and shook his head, "Nah man, the town's gone by now, everyone moved out," Qrow deflated, Courrier patted the man on the back and reached into his duster, "Don't worry though, I still got some souvenirs stored up somewhere…"

Courrier took out a crude green dinosaur toy and handed it to Qrow, "The folks call him Dinky the T-Rex, knew this one guy who had thousands of 'em," he laughed, "Poor guy was trying to find any way to sell them as fast as possible."

"Sweet! Thanks, man," Qrow grabbed the toy, "Why's it covered in sand?"

"Oh shoot, forgot to clean the guy," Goodwitch furrowed her brows in anger as she watched grain after grain of sand fall to the Headmaster's office floors, "Just run him under some running water and it'd be good as new."

Ironwood smiled, this Courrier was adapting surprisingly quickly for someone who was called up to the office for an impromptu interrogation, not even an hour have passed and he had befriended Qrow and got the undivided attention of Ozpin, although Ironwood doesn't know which was worse.

"Seems like you two are having fun." Ironwood tried to tease the two a bit, mostly to change Qrow's perception of him as some kind of ruthless dictator which he certainly was not!

"Jimmy, you would not believe the stories this guy has," Qrow nudged Courrier with his elbow, "Go on, tell him about the sniper guy in the big dinosaur statue."

"No, no, I was listening; you don't need to say it again." Ironwood raised a placating hand.

"Alright then." Courrier shrugged and began organizing and collecting the cards on the table, stacking them into a deck and pocketing it into his duster, he then turned to Ozpin, "Oh, reminds me of something, Ozpin, did you 'restore' my CCTS profile, yet?"

"Ah, but Courrier, you can't restore something that never was there to begin with." Ozpin smirked.

"Well excuse me for asking," Courrier crossed his arms, "Ozpin, I'm going to need you to create a CCTS profile for me, register me as a citizen or something because I can't buy anything if I technically don't exist!"

"That can be arranged, I'll send you the necessary forms you need to sign to your room, after you finish signing it, just bring it to me and I'll see what I can do," Ozpin waved his hands back and forth, "Although I do wonder how you managed to stay under the radar for this long… ah, how old are you, Mr. Courrier?"

"To be honest? I don't know," Courrier pushed his bangs up to reveal two bullet scars in his forehead, just above his right eye, "Getting shot twice in the head scrambles your brain just a bit, I don't know most things about myself actually."

Qrow whistled, "Damn, twice?"

"Yep, fell unconscious and the guy decided to double-tap me," Courrier then turned to look at his strange wrist-mounted gold-plated Scroll with diamonds encrusted on the straps, "Fortunately, a cowboy dug me up from the shallow grave and got me to the town doctor."

Qrow glanced at the wrist-mounted Scroll, "The 'Pimp-Boy Three Billion'?"

"Oh this?" Courrier held up the gaudy piece of technology strapped to his wrist, "It's a… uh… modified Scroll, yeah, really heavily modified."

Strange pauses in between words, either a sign of nervousness or Courrier is lying about what that 'Pimp-Boy Three Billion' thing is. Ironwood narrowed his eyes, still not quite trusting Courrier just yet.

"You can just send the documents digitally to my Pip-Boy, Ozpin," he pointed at the gold-plated wrist Scroll, "In fact, can we do it now? I think we can do it now."

Ozpin chuckled, "No, Mr. Courrier, these files are physical copies only I'm afraid," the headmaster then sighed, "the Council's always been so old-fashioned, sometimes I wish they'd modernize more…"

"Why'd you call it a 'Pip-Boy' when it says 'Pimp-Boy'?" Qrow smirked, "What? Too embarrassing to say 'Pimp' out loud?"

"Yes."

"Alright, fair enough."

"I find that thing to be overly lavish," Goodwitch commented on the wrist Scroll, "It's quite excessive… gold-plated with diamonds encrusted on the straps?"

"Yeah, I guess it is," he stared at the wrist Scroll, the gold-plating was extremely reflective, it almost looked blinding under direct light, "Still, it's a gift from a friend so I'm not going to take it off any time soon."

Ironwood turned to look out the window, it was night time already, and they started this meeting in the afternoon. He sighed, he going to have to be extra productive tomorrow to make up for today…

"I wonder what weapon that was? What did he name it? Why was it made out of wood? I wonder what it transformed into? Why was the gold thing at the end broken? I wonder-" "How long has she been like this?"

Weiss plugged her ears with her hands as she asked Yang, who just shrugged and walked away, "Wha- hey!"

Weiss huffed and turned to Blake, "You seemed to freeze up when you saw Mr. Courrier, what was that about?"

"Yeah Blake, Ruby said you just kinda like 'stopped moving' when that guy walked in," Yang leaned back and collapsed on her bed, she then giggled and placed a hand to her mouth, "Oh my~ Is kitty cat in loooooveeee?~"

Weiss made a gagging noise, "Eugh! How anyone could ever fall in love with someone that looked like him, I will never understand! He looks like some homeless unwashed bum to me! With that dirty duster and hideous fashion tastes… I mean, come on! A bodysuit? What year does he think he's in, the Great War?"

As Weiss continued to ramble on about Mr. Courrier's disgusting table manners, sense of taste and fashion, and barbaric way of fighting, Yang turned to Blake and asked in a softer tone of voice, "Hey, you okay?"

Blake nodded, "That man, Courrier, he was on the train that day."

Yang's eyes widened, both Ruby and Weiss stopped their incessant ramblings and listened in on the conversation, "He was? I don't remember seeing him…"

Blake shook her head, "Dirty blue duster with the number twenty one and a spade stitched on the back… you knocked him out when the train crashed into the walls that day."

Yang then remembered, "That was him?! The same one that beat you? What is he doing here then?!"

"Oh my gosh! Is he like a spy for the White Fang?!" Ruby gasped out loud, "Is our school compromised?! Maybe Headmaster Ozpin's been replaced with an evil clone!"

"Don't be stupid, you dolt! If he was then we'd notice already!" Weiss smacked Ruby in the back of the head, "Besides, I doubt he was in the White Fang, he didn't look like any Faunus to me."

"That's right; he didn't have any animal features like you Blake!" Ruby placed her fingers above her head to imitate horns, or cat ears, Blake couldn't tell.

"When I fought him, he was saying a lot of nonsense," Blake remembered that time on the train, "When he opened his mouth I saw short fangs, so that must be where his Faunus trait is."

"Fangs? Is he a wolf Faunus then?"

"I don't think so… the Fangs looked too short and angular, almost like they were broken."

Team RWBY sat in silence, thinking about how this would affect their school lives in the upcoming future, what with the convicted terrorist acting as an assistant teacher in their school that is.

"Maybe the Headmaster knows about this, he probably has a plan already in place to stop him!" Ruby exclaimed, "Though I do want to know what his weapon is though because it looked like a staff but it had a point at the end of it but the point wasn't sharp so it's not a spear and it's made out of wood which was unusual because you can't transform it as easily because the wood's not as modular as any other material but it can break through rocks that means it must be really durable and strong and awesome and cool-"

"Okay, I think you had enough, Ruby," Yang placed a hand over Ruby's mouth to stop her from talking for any longer, "You can ask him about his weapon tomorrow, but right now's bed time! And remember what happens if you are awake after bed time!"

Yang wiggled her fingers and made ghastly sounds, "No baked goods… No chocolate chip… No… COOKIES!"

"NOOOOooo!"

I've been playing a lot of Need For Speed recently. The games are pretty good, I liked Heat the most but Unbound looks cool too.