Meanwhile, Blake's fingers trace three scratch marks on a wall before peeking around its corner and seeing a pair of horned Faunus as they are ushered into a building by a bearded man. She turns to Sun next to her.

Blake: This is it.

Sun: You sure?

Blake glares at him and starts moving towards the entrance while unfastening her bow.

Sun: Y'know, I'm just gonna take your word for it.

The two walk inside the building to a hallway filled with cases, seeing another man announcing "New recruits, keep to the right!" at the young pair as they follow.

Sun: I don't get it.

Sun holds out the half-mask in his hand.

Sun: If you believe what you're doing is right, why hide who you are?

Blake: The masks are a symbol. Humanity wanted to make monsters out of us, so we chose to don the faces of monsters.

Sun: Grimm masks... That's kind of dark.

Blake: So was the guy who started it.

Blake puts her mask on and walks on.

Sun: Always sunshine and rainbows with you...

Sun follows Blake's lead. The new recruits to the White Fang are moving in a line to the side of the stage, a mere few dozen compared to the hundreds of white-vested, black-hooded soldiers to their left and up above in the balconies. Blake and Sun look around themselves when they stop, and a fully-masked man with tattoos standing starts speaking before the large sheet emblazoned with the bloody wolf and claw marks.

White Fang Lieutenant: Thank you all for coming. For those of you who are joining us for the first time tonight, allow me to introduce a very special comrade of ours! I can assure you, he is the key to obtaining what we have fought for for so long!

The dark pants and brown shoes step forward before the orange tip of the Melodic Cudgel taps on the stage. The camera pans up to reveal none other than Roman, smiling confidently even as the crowd starts protesting.

Roman: 'It's really sad that the Faunus still wants to join the White Fang. I got to focus on the mission.'

Roman starts waving mockingly.

Roman: Thank you, thank you!

As Roman speaks, Neo walks out from behind the sheet.

Roman: Please, hold your applause!

A antler Faunus is pointing at Roman from her place right in front of Blake and Sun.

Antler Faunus: What's a human doing here?!

Roman: I'm glad you asked, "Deerie"! Now, I'll be the first to admit, humans... are the worst.

Roman salutes as an example.

Roman: Case in point. So, I understand why you would like to see us all locked away, or, better yet, killed!

Sun is leaning over to Blake.

Sun: So, is he going somewhere with this?

Roman: But, before the claws come out, I'd like to mention the fact that you and I all have a common enemy: the ones in control, the people pulling the strings, the dirty, rotten humans that run our kingdoms!

Roman: 'Well except for Auradon.'

As the crowd changes their tune and starts agreeing with him.

Roman: Government, military, even the schools: they're all to blame for your lot in life!

Roman lets the crowd cheer as the two heroes share a look.

Roman: And they're all pests that need to be dealt with! Fortunately, I'm the best exterminator around... No offense to any rodents in the room.

With a snap of the fingers, the curtain falls, and the whole mass of Faunus applaud at the sight of the Atlesian Paladin-290 behind it, the mark of the White Fang painted on its shoulder.

Sun: Whoa, that's a big robot...

Blake: How did he get that?

Roman: As some of you may have heard, this right here...

Roman taps the giant mech.

Roman: ..is Atlas' newest defense against all the scary things in the world. And thanks to my "employer", we've managed to snag a few before they, uh, "hit the shelves". Now, many of your brothers have already moved down to our new operation in the southeast. If you'd rather stay within the city, that's fine... But if you're truly ready to fight for what you believe in, this is the arsenal I can provide you. Any questions?

The White Fang's roaring applause tells him the answer.

Blake: We should get out of here.

White Fang Lieutenant: Will all new recruits, please come forward!

The line surges forward with the two having to follow.

Sun: Welp!

Back at the Club, Junior puts down his glass as he sits behind the bar separating him from his interrogator.

Junior: I don't know!

Yang: How can you not know?

Junior: I haven't talked to him! I haven't even seen him since the night you first came in here.

Junior leans over to point in Yang's face.

Junior: He paid up front, I lent him my men, and none of them ever. Came. Back.

Neptune is rushing to Yang's side to raise a question of his own.

Neptune: So where did they go?

After a long pause.

Junior: What kind of stupid question is that? They never came back!

Junior looks at Yang.

Junior: Who is this guy?

Yang is pushing Neptune out of the way with one hand.

Yang: Don't worry about him; worry about me.

Neptune straightens and stands to attention.

Yang: If I don't find out what I want!

Junior: I already told you everything! Torchwick hired my boys, and I guess he wasn't happy with them, which is something I can relate to!

Junior shouts this at his own men, who grumble and walk away in response.

Yang: Come on, Neptune. Yang turns from the bar and walks away. Neptune follows with his hands in his pockets.

Neptune: We get everything we need?

Yang: Well, we got everything we can. Hopefully the rest of the team is having better luck.

The White Fang is still cheering loudly as the recruits are marched to the stage, with Blake and Sun having no choice but to follow along.

Sun: (Whispering to Blake) What are we going to do?!

Blake: I'm thinking...

Sun is watching Roman lean on the robot smoking his cigar and laughing with the girl beside him before he zeroes in on the two, frowning.