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Chapter 7 Escaping Atlas Part 1

Whitley walked down the halls with a tray of orange juice and fruit. Strolling the halls late at night. Burpy poked his head from Whitley's pocket. The plan was set, and the calls were made, he was leaving tonight.

"Are you sure this plan is going to work? I mean, couldn't you walk out the door and never come back," Burpy asked.

"I could, but I don't want the Shanes to get caught up in my mess, The last thing they need is trouble, we have to do this right," Whitley said.

"Whitley, you know they would fight for you! Family is family!" Burpy said.

"Burpy, the plan is simple, give my Mother the sleeping medicine and sneak out using one of the secret passageways. Then were home free, and next is Slugterra,"

"Yeah, your mother was a deadly warrior, I'm not sure she'll fall for it," Burpy said with a scared voice. Whitley reminds himself by touching the bandage on his face.

"We have to see and find out," Whitley walked through the halls and could see his mother's room ahead. He looked down at the tray that had a bottle. The bottle had a powerful melatonin, which could be consumed with drinks. It was meant for people with serious sleep apnea. However, Whitley found another use.

He reached for the doorknob to his mother's bedroom. He slowly opened it, only to see Willow passed out on the floor with a bottle in her hand. Whitley and Burpy paused, glancing at each other.

"Oh, I forgot she drinks until she passes out," Whitley said, then glazing at the medicine on the tray.

"What if she awakes?" Burpy asked.

"I doubt it, once she likes this, she is out for a while, I cried out her name so many times, just for her to never come to my aid. Trust me, that's just how these things go." Sadly, looking at the person who was supposed to be her mother, only to feel disappointment. Slowly closing the door, Whitley looked down at the floor. Whitley felt hurt, the reason she was drunk after sharing news that could have pushed him away forever. It showed that she didn't think Whitley was capable of leaving or anything.

Whitley let out a sigh and pulled out his scroll. He typed away on the screen, and the contact above said Jimmo.

"I'll meet you guys outside at the randevu,"

"..."

"Alright, Whitley just stay safe, we're getting you out of there,"

"See you guys and stay safe,"

Whitley closed his scroll and put it away.

"So we leave now or later?" Burpy asked. Whitley put down the tray and ran to his room. He had everything prepared, all he just needed to do now was leave. He quickly grabbed his bags and headed for his father's office, which had the secret door. Never did he feel so nervous, not of regret of leaving home but of being caught.

"Master Whitley, what are you doing?"

Burpy hid in Whitley's pocket, and the young man gulped.

He turned around to see the family butler staring at him. Klein held a tray of what looked like the ingredients to a hangover drink. Whitley let out a sigh, turning to face the man showing his bandage check. Klein let out a sharp gasp, what had happened to him, and why was he at his father's study?

"Are you alright, Master Whitley, What happened?" He asked.

"I'm fine, it's nothing new… I just fell, you don't have to worry about me anymore," Whitley sadly said. Klein caught onto the tone of Whitley's voice. However, seeing the two bags in his hands. Made it easy to tell what was happening.

"Master Whitley, where are you going?"

Whitley glanced at the man and truly looked at him. Klein never hurt Whitley or said anything. Never once did he ever ignore him, but he was there most of his life. Yet Whitley could always see the difference in the way he treated Weiss and Winter. There was so much love in his voice when talking to them, acting to help them like a father. However, every time he talked to him, he was just a butler and not a friend.

"Klein, do you hate me?" Whitley asked. Klein was taken aback by the question, feeling genuine confusion.

"What of course not, I would never hate you." Hearing the shock made Whitley nod. Burpy wanted Whitley to just close the door and run, but maybe he needed this, some form of goodbye so he could leave on a good note.

"Then why did you treat Weiss and Winter like daughters, and I was just the job?" Whitley asked. Klein looked down on the floor, showing disappointment to himself.

"I tried once, but your father gave strict orders. To not treat you like my own son but as Schnee, who would take over any job, he said it would be best," Klein said. Whitley nodded, knowing that it was Jacques's orders. Whitley was happy to learn he wasn't related to that scum.

"If you had never gotten that order from him, would you treat me better?"

Klein paused at the question, seeing that Whitley had a stern front, but nodded. "Thanks for at least being there, goodbye," Whitley began to slowly close the door.

"Wait, Whitley!" Klein called out, making Whitley stop. Klein quickly adjusted himself, seeing he was speaking out of term for a butler.

"If you run, your father will not stop until you're found. So why not just come downstairs, and we can talk this out, you're not even near the secret escape tunnel."

Whitley felt a smirk creep up on his face. "That's nice of you, Klein, but I'm not coming back,"

Whitley closed the door, seeing Klein was standing there. When he was alone, the butler couldn't help but chuckle. He wasn't going to chase after him. No, not while Willow was drunk off her ass. It was his job to take care of the Schnees. Now, onto the subjects of Shanes, that was a different matter

Klein smiled and walked down the steps.

He couldn't help but think to himself. "That boy looks like his father every day; I'm sure Will would have been proud."

Whitley and Burpy looked around Jacques Schnee's office. Burpy wonders where this secret escape tunnel could be. Whitley smiled and walked over to the giant portrait, which he grabbed by its corner. Then tossed it across the room.

Behind it was a silver door with a keypad. Smiling, he grabbed his things and looked at Burpy.

"Tonight, we leave, and wake up to a better tomorrow," Whitley said, then turned to face Burpy. "You ready?"

"To below and beyond," Burpy said.

An armored vehicle was speeding down the highway. In the back of the armored truck were six people. Each one has a stern front. The Ace ops and Winter stood holding onto the car ceiling. She had a sad front; if anyone she thought would be brought to justice, it would have been her father, Jacques Schnee.

Never once did she think that Whitley would be one to bring into custody. Winter tried to keep a cool front. However, Clover could tell this mission was eating her up.

"Whitley, he seemed like a nice guy when we met him," Clover said. Winter let out a sad sigh, why did Whitley have to be part of this, it just didn't make any sense.

"Nice isn't what I would call him. He's always been in the back taking fathers orders like a lap dog. Even if he's my brother, that won't stop me." The words said made Clover agree with her, but at the same time, she could see just how much loyalty she had for Atlas and the general.

"Hmph, It's probably a blessing in disguise. I mean, that kid seemed more like a puppet. I bet sniffling weasels like him can't do anything without Daddy's orders," Harriet said, making everyone else look at her. Winter was a bit annoyed by it but just brushed it off.

"Jeez, that's a bit harsh, don't you think, he's just a kid," Marrow said.

"Don't underestimate him, If I know Whitley, he has something up his sleeve," Winter said.

"So it's a battle of wits, I like the sound of that," Elm said with excitement. Clover looked back, thinking about the first time seeing Whitley, and things just didn't add up. Why him, of all people, a child who didn't have to do with huntsman or fighting? Do all of this.

"Let's just try talking to him first," Marrow said.

"That would be wise. I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding," Vine calmly said. "Why would he be involved with the breach of Atlas?"

"That's what we're here to find out, Ace Ops. We don't know the why, but we have to treat this as a serious criminal, no expectations," Winter said. All of them nodded and felt themselves feeling ready for anything. Until the car suddenly swerved, and everyone in the back hit the left side of the wall.

The armored vehicle began to drive steady, but Clover ended up walking to the window to the driving seat.

"What happened?" He asked. The Atlas driver had an irritated face as he honked the horn.

"This red truck almost hit us!"

Clover could see that the armored truck was tailing another smaller red pickup truck from behind. It wasn't an Atlas vehicle. It was an older model that had wheels. From the passenger side, the window lowered, and poked her head with a disapproving look. She struck out a fist and shocked them.

"Watch where you're going, you knuckleheads, I'll show you pain, you idiots!" Alice shouted from her window. Only to be pulled back by another hand.

"Alice, will you just calm down for a moment," Yelled Jimmo as he pulled his sister back into the car.

The red truck slowly pulled off the highway onto another road. Winter walked up, looking at the now empty road.

"What was that?" She asked. Clover, with a stunned face, glanced back at Winter.

"I think I just saw my old Huntsmen teacher," Clover said.

"Enough of this, let's just get to the house, we should be there in a couple of minutes, not to mention we have a warrant that's not going to last forever," Winter said.

"You're right," Clover said, sitting back in his seat. Today felt off strangely.

Whitley ran through the narrow hallway, hauling his two bags along with him. Burpy, who stood on his shoulder, lit the way. He kept running with no fear of what was in front.

This was a long tunnel that led outside of the house and into a safe room that was hidden in another building. Yet in that safe room was another door, which led to his freedom.

Running like no tomorrow, Burpy gently patted his head. "It's okay, Whitley, steady wins the race,"

"I'm sorry, but I can't help myself. I just feel excited, is all," Whitley said, he then saw a set of ladders ahead. He put his bags around his shoulders and could see the hatch door on top. He gripped the door latch, yanking it down, cracking open the door. He pushed it up and threw his stuff into the room above.

Finally, standing up and saw the safe room. The wades of cash and valuable jewels. The valuables in this place made it look more like a safe. Whitley walked over and took a couple of cash for himself. Some money never hurt anybody.

"Your dad seems a little too cautious," Burpy said.

"Trust me, if you saw all the deals this company is built on, then you would do the same," Whitley said. Looking around, he could see the door to the room. There was a simple emergency button to open the door, the same they put on the inside of freezers.

Rushing to the door, he slammed it open, as the smell of air flooded his nose. Whitley rushed into another room looking out of the window. This was an office building near his house. The Schnee manor was three blocks away. The place he called to try home seemed so far.

The smile on his face showed he was free now all he had to do was run. Jumping in joy, leaping off things just for the fun of it.

Whitley ran down the steps and out of the building. The empty office and lack of people meant it was closed. Instead of going for the front entrance of the building, he was going to take the back door. He couldn't be too safe.

The alleyways of Atlas were so clean that some could eat off the floor. However, Whitley didn't care for that, the adventure and duty that waited for him were more than enough. Burpy held on, feeling the same rush.

"Now all we have to do is get to the spot. Atlas Park, that's where I need to go!" Whitley thought. He was going to need to calm down, running like a madman would draw attention to himself. Slow and steady, rushing would lead to the worst outcome. He threw over his hoodie without any fear. Nothing to look back to, no goodbyes.

Burpy sneaked back into Whitley's shirt pocket. He was going to sleep when the sound of a bird drew his attention. Looking above, he could see a crow watching him from down below. Only for it to fly off ahead of them.

Burpy shrugged his shoulders, only for Whitley to stop. "What happened?"

"Nothing, I just stepped on some gum," Whitley said, getting annoyed, but just kept walking.

"Just bad luck, that's all," Burpy said. Whitley smiled and nodded at his friend.

"Yeah, let's just hope that's all the bad luck we get,"

Klein sat on a chair in the living room not far from the entrances, letting out a sigh. What was he to do, Whitley was gone, and Lady Willow was passed out. Would it be the same in this house, how would his family react, What would Weiss and Winter think? Did they even truly care about him?

Jacques would spend the money just to get him back, not out of love but spite. Probably making him some sort of desk job as punishment.

What was a simple butler like him supposed to do, He saw the cut on that poor boy's cheek. Maybe he should have put it in his letter, after all. Those kids were far away from this horrible house. Maybe it was time for a different family to help with. He heard Remington was a good place to work for.

Klein was snapped out of his thoughts when a knock at the door gained his attention. At a fast pace, he reached for the door and opened it up.

"Hello, how can I help-" Klein gasped.

Standing in front of him was Winter and the Ace Ops. Klein was taken back and opened the door fully. "Mrs Schnee, what a surprise?" Klein noticed the gear they wore, this wasn't a friendly visit. Winter took a step in making Klein step out of the way.

"It's good to see you Klein, but we are here on different matters. We have an arrest warrant," Winter said. Clover walked up to the butler and showed on his scroll, the right paperwork. Klein let out gasps and nodded.

"I understand, Jacques Schnee isn't here," Klein said.

"We arent here for Jacques Schnee." The small hint of sadness in Winter said it all. She had raised this girl, he knew something was wrong.

"Who are you here for?" He asked. Clover, taking note of the situation, walked to Klein and had a serious front.

"We're here to take in Whitley Schnee for questioning, please all cooperation would be welcomed, is there anyone in this house," Clover asked, Klein stumbled over his words but quickly answered.

"It's just me and Lady Willow…" Klein said. Winter narrowed her eyes on the man.

"Where is Whitley?" She asked coldly. Klein signed in defeat, it was his butler duty to come first and he didn't want Whitley to be hurt.

"He left already,"

The Ace Ops and Winter had surprised faces, Winter kept her cool but couldn't understand why Whitley would leave this house. Where would he even go, this was his life, it appears this night had a surprise for her.

"Send a beat to every law enforcement in Atlas, He's not getting away," Winter glanced at Klein. "Where did he go?"

Klein winced but knew he couldn't hide anything. "He took the secret family tunnel, He's long gone. I don't know where he could be now."

"I know where that tunnel ends, If we rush we can cut him off, Let's go!" The Ace Ops ran off into the truck. Winter followed behind, before getting in the car, She gave Klein a nod. They drove off leaving the tire tracks.

Klein watched as they drove off. A smirk appeared on his face and his eyes turned red. "But I didn't tell you which tunnel he took, Run master Whitley, go home."

He shut the door and happily walked back to his seat when he caught sight of someone standing on top of the steps.

"Oh, Lady Willow, I see you're up," He was caught off guard by her. It was then Klein noticed the fire in Willow's eyes. He hadn't seen that look in a long time, a fury that only Grimm would witness.

"Where is Whitley?"

Whitley was careful where he walked, staying out of big, busy places and taking the back way. Burpy hid close in Whitley's pocket, sometimes poking his head out, making sure they weren't being followed. The plan was simple, and they were almost home free, they just had to get to Atlas Park. An area with no cameras or technology, a slice of nature in this industrial city.

They were almost there, just had to walk through it and meet up with the Shanes. He wasn't sure if he would be going to Slugterra immediately. He hoped maybe for a short while he could spend some time with the Shanes.

Walking through the gates taking in a park as green as a summer day, with rare flowers blooming and strong oak trees lining the sidewalks.

"Almost their buddy," Whitley whispers. Burpy smiled and nodded.

Taking the first steps to freedom, Whitley just wanted to run as fast as he could to the open arms that wanted him.

Yet he did want to enjoy this walk, it was his first time being here, and no one in the family wanted to go. It was odd most of the Schnee hated nature, but Whitley would always enjoy it. Seeing the pond with the small frogs croaking. The fireflies that danced over the pond, the birds that lived in their nests.

"Burpy, is Slugterra beautiful like this place?" Whitley asked. The fire slug flashed a cool grin.

"When you see it, you'll have no words to describe it," Burpy said. Whitley nodded feeling a little excited but still kept his cool, even if Burpy could see through it. That hope within Whitley bloomed seeing the end of the park was close and his getaway ride was just ahead.

"Hey, a little late for a walk, eh?"

Whitley stopped when he heard a voice behind him. Looking over his shoulder he saw a man with gray hair and gray clothing looking at him. He had a flask in his hand and the smell of booze wasn't too far behind. He was leaning on a tree and the sword by his side hung from his hip. Whitley didn't bother to say anything as he turned around and tried to walk away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you ice bart!" The man yelled this time. "What makes you think you're so smart? Uh kid,"

Whitley stopped and paused hearing the name he was called, Ice Bart? He knew that a common insult to call a Schnee was to compare them to ice, due to how uncaring they were. Whitley realized that such a specific name meant that this person knew. Burpy hid in his pocket not wanting to draw more attention to Whitley.

He looked at the man and questioned whether to just walk away or confront him. Whitley signed and walked to the gate. "Don't know what you're talking about.'

"Take one more step and that family waiting out there with the red truck is going to be hauled in for questioning,"

Whitley froze on the spot and slowly turned around. "What!'

"Names Qrow, I'm a licensed huntsman. You need to answer some questions," He pulled out his badge and began to walk to Whitley.

"And why would you want to talk to me, I'm just nobody in the family," Whitley answered back. Qrow shrugged his shoulders.

"A nobody in a family where all of them are something special, well I guess that makes you most unique out of all of them? Especially that little thing in your pocket," Qrow said. Whitley panicked and took a step back. Qrow could see the fear in his eyes and the bandage across his face. Qrow's eyes widened, this boy looked more sacred than a common thief who got his hand in the pickle jar.

He needed to try a different approach. Qrow took a step back and raised his hands in the air, showing his hands weren't on his weapon.

"Relax I just wanted to ask some questions, I've been following you for the last day or so. I thought you Schnee were nothing but cold-hearted stuck-ups, but seeing you with that family. Well, I never seen a rich kid be happy in a small house," Qrow said. Whitley didn't want to say anything. What was he to do?

"You're move kid, I just want to talk to you?" Qrow asked one more time. Whitley stared at him, then without warning he ran for the gate. Qrow let out a sigh. He hopped on the trees and leaped from one to another.

Whitley was so close to the exit, that all he had to do was cross that gate. His hope was shattered as Qrow landed right in front of the gate with an unimpressed look.

"Now? Kid look I don't want to hurt you but running isn't going to do you any favors, so you wanna talk or run?"

Whitley looked at Qrow and behind. He bolted as fast he could but the older Huntsman let out a grumpy sigh.

"Fine the hard way it is," Qrow said, running after Whitley.

Whitley felt his lunging burning running as hard as he could. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number on his phone. He shakily put the phone on his ear.

"Whitley, what are you doing?" Burpy asked. "The Shanes were right there!"

"I'm not risking their safety for my selfish reasons, they have to know, the whole mission is in jeopardy. we've been discovered!" Whitley shouted back. The phone rang and was picked up immediately.

"Whitley, what's wrong, why aren't you here?" Jimmo asked.

"Get out of here, I have spotted! A huntsmen is on my tail you guys get out of here!" Whitley said frantically on the phone.

"Whitley calm down, was that you in the park, I can see you we aren't leaving you behind. not again dammit you hear me!" Jimmo yells from the other end. Whitley felt his heart race in pain knowing what he had to do.

"Uncle Jimmo just get out of here, I'm drawing them away from you guys. You can make a getaway just go!" Whitley begged.

"Whitley, wait! Don't hang up the phone-"

Burpy glanced up at Whitley with a worried front. "What do we do now!"

"We have to run, just have to keep them safe!" Whitley yelled back unaware that Qrow was right on his tail.

"Come on kid knock it off, just tell me why that fireball reached your house and what's with the thing in your pocket!"

Whitley panicked in his mind.

"How could this happen? Everything was so perfect. How did this plan go wrong? Okay, cool off it doesn't matter right now. All that matters is improvising! Let's see if we can take him down!" Whitley thought.

Meanwhile outside of the park, sitting in their red pickup truck. The Shane's sat in silence as Jimmo tried to call Whitley on his scroll again.

"Darn it! Whitley not picking up!" Jimmo cried out. Alice narrowed her eyes and drew her sword.

"The time for action is now! this mission is now an extraction!" Alice shouted.

"Mom, we can't draw attention to ourselves right now! We already broke a couple of road laws getting here!" Bill panicked. Alice looked at her son with disappointment.

"We can't just leave Whitley back at that house! Besides he had Burpy, if any of Ironwood's dogs find out about Slugterra it's over!" Alice shouted back making the choice harder than it had to be. Jimmo punched the horn of the truck in frustration.

"I know Alice!" He yelled, making everyone quiet. He gathered himself, took a deep breath, and looked at the family.

"Bill, you stay in the truck. Alice and I are going to find Whitley."

Jimmo and Alice rushed out of the door. Cricket and Tilly had heard everything. Then only worried, Tilly felt worried she wanted to leap out of the truck and follow her two elders but felt that was too risky. Cricket had a thinking expression but had a happy smile on his face.

"Don't worry Tilly, if I know one thing, it's that Whitley is a Shane. No matter what or how the odds are stacked. Shane always prevails."

Whitley kept running, he turned around seeing Qrow wasn't behind him at all. He let out a sigh of relief only for his head to collide with a very firm person. He stumbled backward falling on his but, seeing Qrow was in front of him again. He had an unimpressed look and found this to be tedious.

"Look kid, you don't have an ounce of training in you, but I will give you an A for effort, now what's going on here?" Qrow asked. Whitley slowly got up, he felt helpless but he gritted his teeth. He wouldn't go back to that life, not now or ever.

Qrow raised an eyebrow and was surprised. He knew that Schnee was nothing but a bunch of rich slobs who didn't do anything, except cowardly hide behind the towers that they built above to escape the punishment that they rightfully deserved. They only carried money and their reputation. But seeing Whitley stand up on his own felt odd.

Whitley feels the drive to fight for once in his life. He slowly raised his hands in a poor fighting stance. He would fight tooth and nail for his freedom or to buy some time to think of a plan. Qrow smirked and put out his hand, jesting the young boy to come at him.

Whitley ran without thinking and threw a punch at Qrow who stepped out of the way.

"That form is sloppy, try again," Qrow said with a lazy smile. Whitley who stumbled quickly got back on his feet and charged at Qrow again. Trying to punch him in the head this time. Qrow simply moved out of the punch, and Whitley kept trying to hit the man but each time it ended with failure.

Whitley was pushed over by one hand. Falling to his knees glancing back up at Qrow. With a defeated expression, until a small crack appeared on his lips, a smile.

Whitley got back on his knees and held up his fist. Qrow laughed and pulled out his flask, taking a sip, and quickly putting it away.

"You have some moxie kid, heck even my niece doesn't throw hands as you do. But when you're done, let's get you to general Ironwood. You wouldn't wanna ruin your great family reputation now would you?" Qrow asked, thinking he had struck a nerve. To make Whitley emotionally unbalanced.

"I'm not going back to that house!" Whitley yelled. Making Qrow pause at the young man.

"I'm sorry what?" Qrow asked. Whitley glared at the man unafraid.

"That house, that reputation, my family name. It's all a big joke. It's a shameful heritage. I'm not going back to a house that doesn't want me to be me. You see this on my cheek. That's what you get when you don't want to be a Schnee," Whitley said pointing at the bandage that was on his face. Qrow paused and began to reassess the situation.

"They hurt you over there?" He asked calmly.

"Yes they did hurt me, they hurt me every damn day. Be physical or emotional. Every day I spent there I was hurt and I lied to myself for a very long time thinking it was going to be okay but it was not… so if you want to stand in my way, that's fine but I'm getting away from this horrible place!" Whitley shouted. Qrow took a deep breath and scratched the back of his head.

"Listen to me, your sister is a huntress why didn't you tell her about this? I'm sure she would have listened," Qrow advised.

"She left me alone in that house when I was little, at the same time the week she came to visit. She locked me in a closet. That family doesn't love me, so I want to leave it," Whitley said back as his fist shook with anger. Qrow couldn't help but have some comeback material the next time he sees Winter.

"Then, come with me to talk to the general, he can help you. I can help you, I can tell when somebody's keeping a secret, and is the one you're having worth dying for or ruining your life?" Qrow asked. Whitley smiled back this time knowing without any hesitation, what he wanted.

"Yes," Whitley ran towards Qrow and tried to tackle him but Qrow wouldn't move an inch. Whitley was weak, never did he move a single weight in his life. Qrow let out a sigh and punched Whitley back making him fall to Qrows feet. The young man quickly bent over and held himself taking deep breaths. Qrow looked down at the young man and did not feel proud of what he did. He put a gentle hand on Whitley's shoulder and bent down to his eye level.

"Kid, just come quietly, you'll be safe there. I promise you, they're gonna try and give you a better life if you cooperate."

Whitley whispered something under his breath that the older Huntsman didn't quite catch. Almost sounded like he had a conversation with himself.

"What was that?" Qrow asked. Whitley looked back up at Qrow, with a victorious smile, as if the battle had already been one.

"You asked me what this thing is in my pocket. This thing has his name, It's Brupy and he made an important promise to me that he would protect me no matter what," Whitley said with an ice-cold stare. Qrow was wondering where this was going. It didn't sound like an insult was coming his way but why was this kid celebrating?

"You look confused, maybe you need a drink?" Whitley said as tossed the alcohol out of the flask that Qrow would always carry. Qrow stumbled back as the whiskey that he constantly would take a sip from was all over his clothing, his face, and his pants. Qrow looked back at Whitley with an angry front, it was one thing to try and punch him. It was an entirely different story to waste his alcohol.

"Now you've done it!" Qrow was about to raise his fist. When Whitley held out his hand showing in the palm was Burpy with a mischievous smile.

"Say hello to my little friend!" Whitley said. Qrow looked at the strange creature, not even recognizing what animal it was. It almost looked like a toy but that toy had an expression that said 'Gotcha ya.'

Burpy was close enough and blew a small plume of flame. Qrow quickly realized that the flames had just touched his clothes which were drenched in alcohol. He tried to pat out the flames, but they kept spreading quickly, dropped and rolled down on the ground, trying to put himself out.

"Son of a bitch!" He screamed.

Whitley took this moment and ran toward the exit of the park. He felt his hope rise when he saw two people coming in his direction. Feeling relief he ran towards them.

"Great Uncle Jimmo, Great Aunt Alice I'm here!" Whitley found himself being guarded by the two. Jimmo quickly looked at Whitley seeing if he was hurt or not. The patch on his face made Jimmo think he was too late but the smile on Whitley told a different story.

"Are you okay, Whitley what happened?"Jimmo asked. Alice quickly butted in with her sword ready.

"Where is the huntsman who's after you, I promise to break their back!" Alice said with a stern front.

"I'm fine, let's get out here!" Whitley said clearly in a hurry and wanting to get out of there.

"But what about the Huntsmen?" Alice raised the question. Burpy looked at Whitley but the young man had an awkward expression. Now, realizing that he just set a man on fire.

"Uh, he's busy…" Whitley said, drawing out his words. Alice and Jimmo looked confused when they saw a man running around with his pants on fire from the other side of the park. The two had a confused front but Whitley awkwardly looked away.

Jimmo slowly moved Whitley to the gate. "Whitley, maybe you could have just knocked him out next time."

"Yeah, this is not one of my greatest moments," Whitley plainly said.

"That's on him for drinking," Burpy said. While Alice couldn't help but laugh.

"Nice one, you set him on fire, Ah!" Alice said following behind. The three ran to the truck, wanting to get the heck out of there. Cricket and Tilly smiled in joy seeing Whitley was here.

"Whitley!" They both cheered. Whitley smiled and moved to one of the sides of the truck. He was embraced in a hug by the two. Whitley was taken aback but hugged them back.

"Thanks for waiting for me," Whitley said. Alice rolled his eyes and patted the truck.

"Enough talk let's get the heck out of here!" Alice said. Whitley opened the door and sat in the back. Tilly and Cricket both rushed in the back. Jimmo got into the driver's seat and Alice sat in the middle of the front.

Bill turned around, relieved to see Whitley was okay. "So glad you're here, now we… Why is the park on fire?"

Tilly and Cricket both glanced behind the seat looking out the back window.

"Wow," Cricket said.

Whitley didn't wanna look behind himself, knowing the answer. "Uh, let's just say I'm not too proud of what I did."

"I think that's a story better left off at home, let's book it!" Alice shouted. Jimmo started the truck and began to drive away. Whitley relaxed as he sank back into the car seat. That was uncomfortable, and he certainly did feel a spring or two sticking out and stabbing him in the side. He was almost free and with a family that cared. However, one question remained: how were they going to get out of the city?

"So, what now?" Whitley asked.

"Well, this is only phase two of the plan, but getting off this floating city might be the tricky part," Bill said.

"But that's okay because we got a plan that involves my best friend!" Cricket said with a smile. Whitley wanted to ask, but he stopped himself from this feeling of unknown adventure. It was exciting. So I spoil the fun now.

"Alright sounds like a plan to me, now all we can do is follow through," Whitley said. Burpy hopped out of his pocket and onto Whitley's shoulder.

"Man, I'm getting more excited by the minute!"

Meanwhile, in the park, the flames that had burned across Qrow had forced the Huntsman to put himself in a more open situation. He stood at the edge of the pond, shivering as he was only wearing his boxers.

His aura kept him from getting burned, but the wound of his pride still remained. Qrow was shaking to how cold it was and being soaking wet didn't help at all. He pulled out his scroll and dialed up the number. "I can't believe I'm doing this,"

The scroll began to ring, thankfully the person picked it up.

"Qrow what's wrong, why are you calling me?" The Voice of Ironwood said.

"Your number one suspect just got away from me; he's smarter than he looks, that family with him too. They're in a red pickup truck, trust me, you can't miss it,"

"Wait, you mean the ones in the photos. The Shanes are actually a part of this, I'll send the units after them. And I'm closing off the city transporting a single person he's getting out of the city without an identification check." the phone was immediately hung up. Qrow let out a save while standing in the middle of the night with only his underpants.

"Man, I could use a drink right now if only somebody hadn't beat me to it,"

Down below in the City of Mantle, the citizens watched from down below, seeing that there were more military aircraft in the air. Some even noticed the lack of manpower down here as Atlas battle soldiers were moving towards the aircraft docs. Two individuals took notice of this as they stood on top of a roof.

Watts had a pondering look, you could see clearly what was happening. The general was scared. Something must've been happening up above in the city, but what was it? He wonders what has gotten to the great General Ironwood to make so many moves outside.

Billy glanced up with a stern face, he slowly turned around and headed for the door. Watts raised an eyebrow at his companion.

"And where are we off to?" Watts asked. Billy didn't turn around but stopped.

"Just going for a walk, Things seem a little heated. Besides I could go for a cup of cocoa right now," Billy said nonchalantly. Watts shrugged his shoulders and let him go.

"Stay outta trouble, the last thing you wanna do is make her upset," Watts advised. Billy nodded and walked through the door. While walking down the steps he checked his scroll, hoping that the message was a notification or a missed call.

"Come on Whitley what have you gotten yourself into, the last thing Slugterra needs is to be part of the world's messiest divorce couple," Billy thought running down the halls.

Notes: Hey guys sorry for the long update, I just got mixed up with stuff and school is coming up but I got a new chapter for you guys. I'm going to try and post a new chapter at the end of this month. That why you don't have to wait to long for the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed and I read a lot of the reviews and I'm happy you guys love the fic. Try my others one if this one taking to a litte bit of time. Anyway thank you for reading and you all have a great day.