The Courier, under the alias of John Courrier, followed Adam as he led them back to the White Fang encampment. While the Courier was being escorted by Adam, who took his position behind him, he whispered to the Stealth Suit.
"Stealth Suit, force inject Med-X please and thank you."
"You got it!" the Stealth Suit whispered back, the Courier felt a slight sting in his torso and the rush of Med-X going right into his veins. After that little stint with Adam and his snorting of the 'Grimm', as the wolf-thing was called now, dust particles, his wrist was pretty sore from blocking and deflecting all those hits from Adam.
Despite looking like he's going to shoot up a post office, the kid had a mean sword swinging arm.
"So," Adam spoke up suddenly from behind him, "Are you a Huntsman?"
"Yeah, I hunt wild game from time to time."
"Not what I meant, I ask if you're a Huntsman."
"I just said; I hunt wild game from time to time. What more do you want from me?"
Adam sighed in frustration, "Then what's with the get-up? What's with the," he motioned to the Courier's Stealth Suit and Beret, "Weird military-looking bodysuit, and the beret too. You a merc or something?"
"Oh these?" he raised a hand to touch the Beret, "Gift from a friend, and I looted the bodysuit from some research facility. I used to be a merc, not anymore though."
"So you're not a Huntsman?"
"I don't know what that means, are these Huntsman like mercenaries?"
Adam stared at the Courier, his eyes hidden by that weird mask that he wore, looked like the ones that those 'Grimm' things wore.
"Nevermind, a Huntsman wouldn't be some average merc…"
"What did you just say?"
The Courier followed Adam into a destroyed and abandoned city, walking by a dilapidated welcome sign with 'Mountain Glenn' etched onto the wood.
"I heard your screaming while I was out training," Adam pointed towards some chunks of rubble, all of which had been cut in half by some sharp edge, "The camp's under the city, next to a railway, get a move on."
The two walked in silence as they came across a large hole in the ground which looked like it led to some underground tunnel. The Courier dropped down alongside Adam and they walked through the destroyed tunnel ruins.
"So you said you're a Faunus, what type?" Adam asked again as they climbed past some rubble and out of the tunnel to arrive at an underground ruined city.
The Courier marvelled at the sight before remembering to answer Adam or else he'll get pissy and try to attack him again, "Well I showed you my fangs, so what other type could I be?"
The Courier gave an intentionally vague answer in order to goad Adam into giving up more information; looks like those Mentats are still working after all, and in conjunction with the whiskey no less! The Courier mentally thanked Cass for teaching how to not get drunk whilst drinking alcohol, that way; you get 'all the benefits without any of that hangover shit' as she said.
"Fangs aren't exclusive to just one type of Faunus," Adam sneered, "Just answer the damn question."
Well shit, looks like the kid had some brains in him after all, "Alright alright, sheesh," the Courier then remembered that time Arcade tried to lecture him on animals, something about 'Fauna' or whatever, sounded pretty similar to whatever this 'Faunus' was so he'll assume that it's some kind of half-human half-animal mutant, "Is 'Rabid Dog' a good enough answer for you?"
Adam's mouth twitched as the Courier smirked, "So you're a dog Faunus?"
"Yeah, sure," the Courier waved his hand dismissively, "It's all semantics, what's the difference between a wolf and a dog anyways?"
'Besides, I might as well be a fucking dog with how many errands I had to run.' The Courier thought amusedly.
The Courier and Adam walked through the underground city, all the windows either shattered or blacked out, the only light being the one coming from Adam's paper-tablet-thing.
He held up his Pip-Boy and held down the flashlight button, the screen of the Pip-Boy then lit up, creating a green light that shined dimly through the caverns, Adam noticed this and cocked his head to the side.
"What is that, some kind of wrist-mounted Scroll?" he asked, pointing at the Courier's Pip-Boy.
"It's a Pip-Boy," the Courier responded vaguely, only adding more to Adam's ire, as he held up his wrist.
"Tch," Adam clicked his tongue and nudged the Courier in his back, motioning him to walk faster.
"This is it," Adam said ominously, secretly dimming the light of his Scroll flashlight in order to create a spooky atmosphere. Despite being all broody and emo on the outside, Adam was, surprisingly, a bit of a little shit.
The Courier looked at the thing that Adam said was 'it'. 'It' was a cargo train. A pretty wide cargo train all things considered, it can probably store at least two Yes Mans lengthwise if the Courier had to guess.
"A train?"
"That's right," Adam walked towards the large cargo train and climbed inside, motioning for the Courier to follow him.
The Courier climbed up into the train too, the interior was dusty and looked to be poorly maintained, footsteps traced the floor of the train, no doubt from either Adam or the other White Fang members if the Courier had to guess… again.
He then noticed Adam facing him whilst crouched; the Courier shined his Pip-Boy light at the floor to see a faint seam in the shape of a square etched onto the floor of the train.
Adam took out his sword and levered the seam open, the panel flying off to reveal a bomb hidden in the floor of the train.
"Ahh, I see what this is," the Courier realized then that maybe aiding terrorists was a bad idea, "You're gonna ram this train into something, right?"
"North. Into Vale."
'Vale. Must be some kind of city.'
"Seeing how this tunnel's abandoned… you want to blow a hole into Vale don't you?"
Adam nodded, still staring at the bomb.
The Courier smirked; this is going to be interesting, "all the bombs are at the front of the train right?"
"Right, this is rail car number two, the bombs only get to rail car number three," Adam grabbed the panel and slotted it back in to hide the bomb, "All the other cars have decoys, just in case."
The Courier grinned, "Could you lead me towards the front of the train?"
Adam raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"I got a little something-something that would really do damage," the Courier wiggled his eyebrows, "You know what I'm saying?"
The two manoeuvred their way through the train cars to the front; the Courier reached into his duster and pulled out a Mini-Nuke before hiding it somewhere in the corner of the cabin.
"What did you just hid?" Adam asked suspiciously, thinking that the Courier had hid a tracker of some kind.
"A bigger bomb," the Courier motioned for Adam to come over and look at the Mini-Nuke, "this'll really blow that wall open."
The Mentats then wore off.
Adam could only watch in utter bafflement as the Courier began petting the stout missile-shaped weapon of destruction, "Who's a good bomb? Who's a good weapon of mass destruction? Yes you are! Yes you are!"
He turned away; ready to go to sleep to prepare for the plan tomorrow, "Wait wait wait," Adam sighed before turning around to see the Courier sitting down next to the Mini-Nuke, "Take a seat, I believe we're not done with our conversation."
"What more is there to talk about?"
"Who's Blake?"
Adam stiffened, "You don't need to know that."
"Being emotionally unstable won't do you any good in the future," the Courier said slowly, gulping down more Mentats and whiskey in between each word as he addressed Adam, "Sooner or later, you'll have to face them all at once, and that just won't do."
Adam reluctantly took a seat, the Mini-Nuke sat in front of him, separating him from the Courier. He reached up to his White Fang mask and slowly removed it, showing off the brand on his left eye.
"So," the Courier tapped the Mini-Nuke, "Who is this… Blake?"
"Blake," Adam sighed, finger tracing the mask he held in his hands, "She was my… partner… one could say."
"Mm, I see, what happened between you two?"
"She…" he clenched down on his mask until his knuckles turned white, his red aura subconsciously activating as he remembered what happened, "Betrayed… The cause… Betrayed… Me…"
"I see, you have girl problems right?" the Courier chuckled, taking out a bottle of Moonshine and placing it next to the Mini-Nuke, he motioned for Adam to take a drink, "Go on, have a sip."
Adam grabbed the Moonshine and took a swig before coughing violently, the Courier laughed, "Doesn't go down easy does it? It's like your relationship with this Blake person, judging by your looks I could tell that you're pretty young, so this is probably your first time getting betrayed like this," the Courier grabbed the Moonshine back and took a gulp, "It always hurts the first time, and it'll continue to hurt if you keep obsessing over it. This girl, Blake, doesn't have to be the only thing you think about."
The Courier placed the Moonshine back on the floor, "I once knew a religious man who went through the most unbearable pain in his life and what did he do? He didn't lay there and die or wallow in his self-pity, no, he got up and continued living," the Courier looked at Adam, who held onto his throat after drinking the Moonshine, "When you do eventually see her again, don't go crazy alright? Understand that she probably had her reasons, but remember this."
"You don't have to forgive her for it."
Adam narrowed his eyes at the Courier, who just smirked, "If you're angry at her, go ahead! Kill her! She betrayed you didn't she? I'm not here to stop you or your plans against this person, I'm just here to make sure you don't go all mad and fuck up your plans when you meet her again."
"So you're telling me," Adam eyed the Moonshine before turning to look at the Courier directly in his Lucky Shades, "That I should just… keep going? And that I shouldn't be so 'hung up' on her fucking abandoning me?!"
"Yeah, sure, she abandoned you, whatever y'know?" the Courier waved his hands back and forth, "But is that going to stop you from creating the world you want?"
"The world I want?"
"That's right," the Courier grinned, "You want to make a world where we, the Faunus, are equal to the humans that oppressed us, right? To achieve total and complete equality between the two races, correct?"
Adam nodded, "Are you really going to let some girl who dumped you stop you from becoming the terror- I mean, leader you want to be?"
Adam could only stare at the Courier after his speech, his mind racing a mile a second as he tried to rationalize everything that just came out of the Courier's mouth; he thought about it and shook his head.
"Great!" the Courier pushed the bottle of Moonshine towards Adam, "Hey, who knows? You might see her again after you blow open the walls to the city."
"Don't let some girl stop you from bombing civilians, Adam, you gotta go through with your actions, your plans, all of it," the Courier watched as Adam tried to take another sip of the Moonshine, "It doesn't matter if what you're doing is right or wrong, it doesn't matter if you disagree with it, it doesn't matter one bit. You have to go through with it, don't chicken out last second, don't change your mind, go, keep going, and don't look back."
The two sat in relative silence before the Courier reached into his duster and pulled out a box of Mentats, "So… Care for a Mentat?"
He extended the box towards Adam, who took it and stared at the packaging, "What is this supposed to be?"
"It's very smarty, have a taste of it."
"Like, all of it?"
"Ha! God no, have one capsule only," the Courier pointed at the box, "that has about fifty-ish capsules in there; take one whenever you feel like you have to make a hard decision."
"But I just see you guzzle down a box earlier, what's up with that?"
"Listen kid, I'm a fucking crazy person, do you want to turn out like me?" the Courier pointed at his forehead, at the two bullet hole scars above his right eye, "You'll get shot twice! That thing's extremely addicting by the way, so I'll give you this as well."
The Courier then handed Adam a small box with the word 'Fixer' printed on it, "They're lifesavers; literally, take one whenever you feel shitty about not taking more of those Mentats."
'Ha! Giving drugs to kids? No wonder you hit it off so well with the Khans!" the Courier laughed mentally, finding the situation to be highly comedic.
Well, as comedic as giving out drugs to teenagers can be.
"Alright! Before you go off to sleep, I'm going to need to see a map of the train route first, to make sure that no one intercepts us and no one dies in this mission, capiche?"
Adam stood up, pocketing the Mentats and Fixer whilst holding the Moonshine, "We have a map on a table outside with all the plans written on it," he then placed the mask back on his face before turning away, "And… It's good to have you join us."
"Welcome to the White Fang."
When I watched RWBY, I was very disappointed with how the White Fang turned out.
Especially Adam Taurus, who used to be a silent, brooding badass and then devolved into a jealous ex after like volume five and six.
So I figured, if Adam had access to Mentats, he'd probably be smarter with his decisions and not fuck up the White Fang as much.
Obviously, the Mentats are very smarty as Dr. Mobius said.
How old is Adam anyways? He's like 17/18 right? Same as Blake, I assume.
I don't see what the whole deal with Salem's immortality is! I mean, team RWBY and JNPR are still kids right? That means they're immortal too!
Smh Rooster Teeth, you should've known that people aged 0-18 can't die! Tsk tsk.