Devour/Suffocate Your Own Empire
The next day, at the Schnee Family Manor, a maid came to Weiss's bedroom door.
"Miss Weiss! Your breakfast is almost ready!" She knocked again. "Mistress?"
The door slid open, and the maid entered the room, only to find that Weiss wasn't there. She gasped. "Oh no..."
Sometime later, Whitley and his father Jacques were shown sitting at the dinner table, waiting for the servants to finish cooking their breakfast. Both had glasses of water in addition to their choice of beverage. For Whitley, a tall glass of milk and for Jacques, a mug of dark, cold coffee.
Jacques took another sip of coffee before addressing his son. "You sure are quiet this morning."
"I was going over the information I had learned in that book about business management you gave me."
"Ah, and how is the first chapter going?"
"I've already read and taken notes for chapters one and two."
He smiled. "Looks like you're one step ahead. At this rate you'll certainly be prepared to inherit the company when the time comes." He sighed. "I feel like I should have realized earlier that Weiss wasn't the right choice."
"Like when she left for Beacon Academy instead of going to Atlas?"
"That, and refusing to listen to me at the reception."
He took another sip of coffee as Whitley responded, "At least you realized it now."
"Sometimes we don't realize the proper candidate immediately. I was foolish to think Weiss was suited to one day run the company."
Whitley smirked. "I can't say that I have the same problem. I knew Iris would be a fitting painter to create a masterpiece for the auction."
"How is Iris by the way?"
"She's actually doing very well. Her painting sold for a quarter of a million Lien at the auction and she payed off her debts with ease. However, much to my surprise, she decided to re-enroll at Atlas Academy."
Jacques raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Whitley nodded in confirmation. "But I thought she hated being a huntress trainee."
"That's what she said, but I believe that her experience with being forced to step in and fight Weiss's Boarbatusk summon when no one else could changed her. She became bolder and regained her long-lost courage. At least, that's my best guess- she didn't fully explain her reasons for rejoining the academy."
There was a moment of silence before Jacques continued the conservation. "So, are you going to leave her in the dust?"
"No. Why would I?"
He took a sip of milk as Jacques answered, "I thought you found professional hunters and trainees to be barbaric and unnecessary, and therefore, you wouldn't want to continue being friends with her."
Whitley erred on the side of caution, carefully planned his response. "I will admit I've often found huntsmen and huntresses to be barbaric, since I always believed an army can do their job better than a single huntsman or huntress. But perhaps there can be... an exception to the rule."
The maid who came in to check on Weiss came running into the dining room. "Mr. Schnee, I have horrible news to report- Weiss is gone!"
"What?!" Jacques asked outraged.
"We can't find her. We looked everywhere."
A tanned man with a black mustache and big, bushy eyebrows over black eyes came in. He was wearing a white apron over a chef's uniform complete with a chef's hat. He carried a tray of food with his right hand and used a fold up server stand to set it down.
The chef distributed the plates. "Your omelets, good sirs."
"Thank you, Sebastian."
The head chef walked off. Whitley, who did not appear to be concerned about his sister's absence, just ate his breakfast.
Jacques turned back to the maid. "You're sure there's no trace or clues as to her whereabouts?"
"I looked in every nook and cranny, recruiting a few fellow servants to help me before coming to you with the news. No note, no explanation, nothing."
He sighed deeply. "It's too early for this."
The messenger maid looked at her boss with concern. "What do we do, Master?"
"Call for all the servants to meet me in my office in thirty minutes."
"Right away, Sir!"
The maid dashed off, and Jacques sat there with a troubled expression on his face.
Roughly thirty minutes later, all of the servants were shown standing in Jacques's study. Thirty five servants, both human and faunus, male and female, stood waiting for their master to return. Some were curious. Many were anxious. Estelle and Klein stood closer to Jacques's desk near the lounging area. Merla and Irving stood in the back, the latter closer to the door. Sebastian stood silently in the middle of the crowd.
"What's this about?" Merla asked.
The blonde-haired maid that Whitley spoke to in the halls turned to the knowledgeable butler. "Perhaps Irving would know?"
He gave her a mere shrug. "I actually have no idea."
"I think I have an answer, but none of you are going to like it." the messenger maid answered.
A woman with brown eyes and hair looked at the messenger with a bossy tone. "Go on, out with it."
"Well..."
Before she could say anything else, Jacques Schnee opened the door. Everyone in the room immediately fell silent. He entered the room and everyone cleared the way so he could take his place at his desk.
"Good morning to all. Now I'm sure you're wondering why I summoned you here on such short notice. I'm afraid to report that something horrible has happened; Weiss has fled the manor." Several gasps were heard from the servants, including Merla and Irving. Estelle and Klein did not gasp, but instead pretended to look terrified at what they already knew. Whispers started among the crowd and raised in volume. "Quiet! Quiet!" Everyone shut up again. "I know that I ordered all of you to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't leave, so there are two possibilities here; One, you failed at the one job you were assigned to do, or Two, someone aided her in her escape on purpose! Whoever failed or willingly aided her, come forth and admit your wrongdoing or negligence." No one stepped forward. No one said anything. "Are you afraid to admit the truth in front of me? Or are you afraid to admit it in front of your peers?" Silence still reigned, but Jacques was not surprised. "Very well then. If you don't want to confess in front of your coworkers, you can confess to me in private. But bear this in mind- if nobody confesses by the end of the work day, you will all be punished." The servants looked extremely terrified. Even Irving looked highly unnerved. "You are dismissed."
The servants nervously exited the room one by one, with Klein and Estelle being the last to depart. Jacques looked at them with suspicion.
At the same time in Mistral, a black cloaked figure was shown walking through the woods. He put his back to a tree and sighed heavily.
Why did I agree to take that letter to Zephyros? I'm way behind. I still have two letters to go to Argus, one to Wind Path and three to Mistral. The work of a messenger is never-ending and difficult. Still, if it brings me money and keeps me alive... He sighed again. To Wind Path I go...
He got up and turned to see four corpses with piles of dried up blood. A cold chill went up his spine and he froze in terror, seeing Carmina and Maza's cracked skulls, Blanka's broken spine and Ayress with marks around her neck. He noticed their weapons on the ground, some of them bloodied up.
The messenger shook in terror for a moment and then recovered from the sudden shock enough to get out his scroll and quickly made a phone call. "Hello. Mistralian Police? I found four dead women. Looks like team CUBB of Haven Academy. I'm in a forest about ten miles from Wind Path, wearing a black cloak. Please, get here as fast as you can!"
As the phone call ended, the cloaked messenger thought to himself, What happened here?
Roughly forty-five minutes later, a detective from Mistral city and police officers from Wind Path and the capital showed up at the scene of the crime. Five officers, including Mistral's chief of police, appeared in wooden carts pulled by mules.
"What happened to them?" one of the officers, a younger woman asked.
"I have no idea." the messenger answered. "I just saw the aftermath of this tragedy."
"Tragic indeed." The chief agreed. "Four huntresses killed, and important ones at that."
He turned to the chief of police. "Important ones?"
"Have you not heard the news? Team CUBB caught Maura Celandine and said criminal was trialed and executed."
"Oh... That's wonderful news."
"As a reward for their efforts, these ladies were given 500,000 Lien, but now it seems the money is gone as well."
The messenger posed, "Do you think that they might have been murdered for earning the cash prize?"
"Not sure, but it is possible."
The detective, covered in protective gear, turned to all present. "Alright, I've determined the cause of death for each of them. Blanka looks like her spine was broken. Ayress was strangled. Carmina's skull was cracked, but judging by the lines on her head, it doesn't look like they were made with a weapon. Looks more like a punch to the head... And as for Maza... she was killed with her own weapon, but considering the bloody nature of her death, her assassin must have stolen her weapon and used it against her." the detective concluded. "Whoever killed them must have been a very powerful guy."
"Get the weapons back to the lab and scan them all for fingerprints." the chief ordered. He followed his instructions. As the other officers tended to dealing with the bodies, the chief turned back to the messenger. "Thanks for notifying us, Mr...?"
"N." The messenger answered. "A.N."
"A.N. Why are you only going by your initials?"
He hesitated. "Well..."
"Are you a criminal? Are you a White Fang member? Did you actually kill these women?" one of the officers asked.
"No, no and no!"
"Then let your hood down and show us your weapons, if you have any." the policewoman ordered.
"Alright, but be forewarned, depending on how you feel about the Gladiator Girl, you may not like me."
He let down his hood and the officers gasped. The chief stared at him in disbelief. "Ash Nikos?"
Ash Nikos had tanned skin and ashen black hair, but he had the same emerald eyes that Pyrrha had. He took off the cloak, revealing a long sleeved white blouse with red cufflinks and black jeans with a flame design at the bottom of each leg. Over his jeans was a bright red belt where a sword sheath sat at his left side. He wore white gardening gloves with his emblem- a dark grey diagonally upwards line of ashes falling down. To complete the look, he wore black lace-up combat boots.
He unsheathed a fire dust loaded double-edged sword that was entirely black and had visible 'crack' designs in it with red fire dust visible through the sword. His emblem was seen on the fiery red hilt of the sword and he held it horizontally in his hands.
"I present to you my trusted weapon- Incinerator." The camera zoomed on the cracks. "The weapon I've used for every duel, including the fight against Athena Bruna."
"It truly is him. The brother of Pyrrha Nikos, the Hero of Sanctum." the police officer said.
"You may put the weapon away." the chief ordered.
Ash complied as the detective asked, "Hey, Chief, what do we do with the bodies?"
"Unfortunately since their corpses are already decaying, we have no choice but to burn them. Still, we can hold a memorial service in their memory after we cremate them." The chief turned back to Ash. "So what are you doing out here all alone?"
He put on his cloak and answered sadly, "After the Fall of Beacon, me and my parents were wondering if Pyrrha would ever come home. Sometime thereafter I was busy celebrating my friend's birthday party. Rufus, one of my friends from Sanctum who helped me to defeat Athena Bruna, had turned sixteen, and we partied so hard I didn't realize my sister had called me several times. The next morning, when I finally saw her missed calls, I tried to call her back, but it was too late." He turned solemn and sorrowful. "She either moved out of local range or something happened to her. So I returned home, only to find the house in police tape and that mom and dad had been killed. There was nothing left I could use. Well, other than a few of towels, a bottle of water and some granola bars. I took the remaining supplies and tried to plan out my next move. With no parents, my older sister presumed to be dead, and limited resources to survive, I did the only thing I could- become a first-class messenger to provide for myself."
The chief winced in sympathy. "I'm really sorry about your parents. They were good people, but perhaps your sister isn't gone for this world."
Ash raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
"Maura stated some very interesting final words before her execution. Read for yourself."
The chief handed him a newspaper from Nina News. He skipped directly to Maura's final words and looked in amazed disbelief. "My sister... she's alive?"
"If a dead terrorist's words are anything to go by, then yes." He turned to his men. "Alright guys, let's move out and get these bodies and pieces of evidence to Mistral." He gave a grim look to them. "The morgue is going to have a field day."
The carts took off with the corpses and evidence, leaving Ash all alone. He took out a picture of his missing older sister. "Oh Pyrrha, where are you? What has become of you?"
The camera faded out to show Rouge, the woman once known as Pyrrha, walking ahead of Ruby and the other three members of team JNPR with her hood down and her hair flowing in the breeze. The five ventured further into the outskirts of Vale, going silently and somberly to their next destination. Snow fell down as a cold breeze kicked up and nipped at most of their auras. But not for Rouge.
Jaune began to shiver. "How is Rouge not affected by this weather?"
"Maybe Mistral's fairly cold in the winter?" Ruby suggested.
"Mistral usually has a pretty warm climate." Ren stated. "Unless you're in Argus or the northern part of Mistral where it's colder."
The huntress didn't even hear their conservation, lost in her own thoughts.
Seems that the world has become cold. But the cold never bothered me. Better to feel cold than be burned. Rouge thought to herself. Coldness is comfort, it keeps you aware, awake and alive. I will need to do all of these things to survive.
Jaune shivered. "Who's in agreement in stopping for the night?" Ruby, Ren and Nora raised their hands in agreement along with Jaune. "Alright, let's stop for the night until the storm passes."
The scene transitioned to Jaune tending a roaring campfire as the snow and wind picked up. An upward view showed three different tents spaced evenly apart- one red, one red and yellow, and another pink and green.
Nora entered the campgrounds with a big stack of chopped wood in her arms. "Damn it's cold out there." She smiled and crawled into the pink and green tent. "I'm thankful that we got some more tents before leaving Mensonge."
"One for Ren and Nora, one for Jaune and the masked heroine, and one for me." Ruby stated from inside the red and yellow tent. "Now we can all stay warm!"
"Remind me again, who's turn is it to guard the campsite and tend to the fire?" Ren asked from his tent.
Inside her tent, Ruby looked at her copy of the watchdog order list. "Let's see... Looks like it's... Nora's turn."
She groaned off-screen. "Guess I'm on watchdog duty then."
"Then it would be Pyrrha's turn. Or rather, Rouge since she seems to have taken Pyrrha's place. Hey Rouge, you think you could watch over the fire and guard the camp after Nora's shift?"
"Sure." she sulked off-screen.
The four remained somber and silent as the storm raged on around them. Inside the pink and green tent, the camera showed Ren meditating through the storm. In Ruby's tent, she was shown reading the first of her two books. Inside the red tent, Jaune was shown looking at Rouge. She sat there in silence as the knight looked at her worryingly.
Of all places to be during a storm, why here? He turned away. So close to her, yet so far... He looked back at her. Maybe I should say something?
As he tried to think of what to say to his former girlfriend turned stranger, the masked heroine started to crawl out of the tent.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get some more firewood." She exited the tent. "I don't want to be hunting for more of it in the middle of the night when it gets colder, and I imagine Ren probably wouldn't want to do that either if my shift ends before we wake up and resume our journey."
Jaune crawled out of the tent and started to follow her. "Perhaps I should come with you."
"No thank you. I'd rather be alone."
"Pyrrha, please..." Jaune took her hand. "You don't need to shut us out to survive."
"I'm not Pyrrha. She's dead and she's never coming back!" She shook her hand free from Jaune's grasp. "You of all people should know that."
Jaune gasped as Rouge walked off into the cold. He sighed heavily and sat on a log, watching Nora tend to pot of stew that Ren had set up earlier.
She put the lid back on and noticed her team leader's depression. "No luck?"
"Nothing." He sighed. "I can't believe this. First Charles reveals my secrets, then the Trojan Alliance comes after Pyrrha relentlessly, she loses her mind in her alter-ego Rouge Gorlois, dumping me for the second time, and now we're stuck out here in a blizzard with no shelter save for our tents!" He exhaled sharply, his breath seen in the cold air. "I hate to jinx us, but, can this get any worse?"
Unbeknownst to them, the Scarlatti Trojan Alliance was well onto their trail. The grey clouds were still light, indicating the sun had not yet set over the land.
As the camera focused on Orville, it showed him now wearing a golden pendant necklace with an amber stone in the center. "I can't believe our luck." He looked at the golden trail only he could see. "Their progress has come to a halt. The villainous quintet is approximately two hundred miles from us and they're roughly ten miles from Aletheia. Looks like they aren't going anywhere."
"Really? Why would they stop now? It's not even nightfall yet." Surya mentioned.
"The reason why they stopped now is moot. What matters is that we can catch up to them with a bigger army to boot." Apollo answered.
"You may have a point there, Apollo." The sun team leader turned to his other teammates. "How many crew members do we have now?"
"Let's see..." Atum looked at a list on a clipboard. "We started with thirty... gained twenty more recruits from Mensonge... We're now up to fifty members!"
Tyrian smirked. "Ruby-JNPR doesn't stand a chance."
"Don't you mean JNPR-Ruby?" Surya asked.
"Same thing."
The police woman, who held the reins of their horse cart, shivered intensely. "It seems the winds are picking up." she spoke. The policeman draped a blanket over her arms. "And we still have a long way to go..."
"Perhaps we should pick up the speed." the policeman advised team SOLR-Tyrian.
Surya smirked. "Not a bad idea." He whipped the horse's reins and the other cart leaders did the same. They all sped up as they ventured through the outskirts of Vale. "Pyrrha Nikos, your days are numbered!"
Under his breath, Tyrian snickered. This couldn't be better.
Klein and Estelle were shown standing in a small bedroom with snow blue walls and lavender flower designs. In this room was a twin bed with a snow blue bedspread and white comforter. On the bed were two white square pillows. A few feet from the bed to the left side was a metal rack with a few dresses and nice shirts and a drawer of clothes to the left of it. Against the right wall further from the bed was a small table with two chairs.
"This isn't good." Klein stated as he went to the table.
"It isn't. I mean, I'm not surprised that Jacques would act like this, but it doesn't alleviate the situation at hand." Estelle told him as she sat on her bed.
"What do we do? If we confess, we'll be punished. But if we don't confess, all of us will be punished."
She looked down in solemn sorrow. "One of us has to take the fall."
Klein stood with sad determination. "I'll do it."
"What? Klein, you can't! Whitley and Willow will miss you! I'll do it!"
"Estelle, don't! You're old, and as far as I can tell, not many others would hire you. Whichever one of us confesses will almost certainly be fired. You're seventy three years old after all, compared to my forty five."
She sighed. "You may have a point there."
There was a moment of silence before Klein asked, "Hey um, Estelle? If I may ask- why are you here? Or rather, why did you continue to stay here, even after Jacques took over the company?"
She sighed. "I get asked that question quite a lot, and if I be honest, I have multiple reasons for staying. The most common reason I gave people is so that I may keep my mind and body in shape. I don't want to get weak and die too soon. I must stay strong- for my granddaughter. The second reason, one that I don't tell many people, is that when Nick's health began to fail him, I made a promise to look after his daughter. I've been here a long time. I was there when Nick courted and later on married Gwen, when she gave birth to Willow, watching Willow grow up and learn that she had her father's semblance, seeing her being courted by many people who wanted her for her fortune, and Jacques succeeding where others had failed, to the present and everything in between. I've been loyal to the end, even under Jacques's reign.
"And I guess the third reason for staying- I want to see the Schnee family name be redeemed. I don't want Jacques to be end of the Schnee's honor and nobleness. I fear that I may not see that in my lifetime, but I'm still holding on to a fleeting hope. Then again, perhaps I'm just a blind optimist. I always ways."
"Do you think that there's a way for Jacques's legacy to be stopped now that Weiss has lost her title of heiress?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure, but perhaps there is another way to bring him down."
She told Klein what she had heard between Jacques and Bianca on the night of the gala in the Schnee manor.
"He did not!" Klein exclaimed.
"That's what it seems. The rumor has already spread through the Schnee Manor, and many seem to believe it. If I could just find proof that this scandal is real and expose him..."
"I'm not sure if this a good idea. This is stepping in hot water, playing with fire. I... I know you want to see Jacques brought down, and as do I, but at the same time, I don't want you to make a foolish choice."
She sighed. "You're not wrong." She turned away from him. "Choices are hard, but they must be made."
At that same time, Merla was dusting some bookshelves in the library, grumbling to herself.
I can't believe this. Not only did Mr. Schnee refuse to give me a raise, he gave me a pay cut! Fifteen percent of my hourly wages gone. And on top of that, I have to clean every bathroom in the manor for a whole week! Great. Now I distracted and kissed General Ironwood all for nothing! She sighed. Is it bad that I miss those lips? She mentally smacked herself. Yes, it is. Come on, Merla, he's the general, headmaster of Atlas Academy and a very powerful politician. He's up at the top, and you? You're just a lowly maid. He'd never really take interest in me. But yet, if Ironwood wouldn't be interested in a maid, then... why did he want to kiss me after I just kissed him?
She climbed up the ladder and started dusting the top of the sleeves. Well, Merla, look on the bright side. It can only get better from here. Once you hit rock bottom, all you can do is go up. She smiled to herself. Finally- done with dusting the library.
Exiting the library, she made her way through the halls to the servant's quarters. At the end of the hallway was a blue box grid on the wall with the names of every employee at the manor, listed in alphabetical order by last name. In the bottom row at the very left corner, was a box with the words Merla Valery on it. As she passed by the box, she noticed that there was an envelope in her inbox. The maid retrieved the letter and examined it- there was no return address, no clue as to who wrote it. She opened the envelope and saw the date written on the letter; February 6th, 80 AGW.
Maybe the letter itself will shed some light on its origin.
Then she looked at the actual letter itself.
Dear Merla,
I hope you are doing well.
The night of the SDC Charity Concert and Art Auction was quite a fun time for many (well, unless you were one of the injured victims). Unfortunate incidents aside, I can't stop thinking of that night. I remember meeting you, how you were kind, and most of all, I remember that kiss.
I didn't even know your name, but yet, you captured my interest. You were bold, beautiful and daring, and I think that's why I keep thinking of you. Your raven hair knotted into a cute bun, your playful smile, and your eyes- blue like the ocean, that I could lose myself in. I can not deny that you were not only in my thoughts, but also my heart as well. However, due to the unfortunate incident that occurred, the exploration of our feelings was never completed.
If you would be willing to meet me again and perhaps even finish what we started, meet me at the Atlas Academy courtyard tomorrow night at 23:45. You should be able to get an airship to take you there. If not possible, you can get there by train instead and you'll have to do a bit of walking from the higher Atlas train section. I hope to see you soon.
Sincerely, James Ironwood
She looked again at the date.
23:45 the day after the letter was written... That would be... tonight! She felt her heart pound. I did like the kiss we shared. I do feel something towards him. But... the only reason I kissed him was to distract him for Whitley. She sighed. And look how that turned out...
She looked out the nearby window so no one could see her troubled expression. I wasn't suppose to fall in love, er, lust, with the general. Then again, I've always thought about how to get ahead and never once thought about love, or lust, or anything related to those feelings.
The young maid remembered the kiss, the feeling of his lips upon hers, him surrendering to her advances, and her giving into him as well. It was a strange, yet wonderful feeling. She lifted her right hand, gently pressing her fingertips to her lips. Should I really go and see him?
A few hours later in Mistral, Arthur Watts was shown in a bar, looking at the headlines for various newspapers from Nina News.
Huntress and Librarian Killed By Unknown Intruder
Team CUBB (Cubeb) Found Dead, Killed By Unknown Assassin
Watts was intrigued by the titles and quickly read over the papers. After reading them, he smiled. Well, looks like my job got easier. Dove's down and so is Durham. Killing the bird was easy. He crossed out Dove Cowan.
Hmm... I wonder who took out Durham... Oh well. Probably doesn't matter much.
He crossed out Azura Durham.
And even all of team CUBB is dead! Well done, Hazel.
The scientist then crossed out Blanka and Carmina Griffin and starting making a revised list.
Let's see... Aside from Terra Hunt and Orion Page, who else is left in Mistral?
Once he was done, he looked at the newly revised list for Mistral city's remaining huntsmen and huntresses.
Hunt, Terra
Li, Midori (assigned to a Search and Rescue mission)
Page, Orion
Rivas, Aoi (still MIA and irrelevant)
Rhodes, Cascade
Shields, Heather (was home, now reassigned to a multi-week rescue mission)
Silver, Stark (Solo Vytal Festival Tournament Champion, currently assigned to village security in Zephyros)
Vaccaro, Farrow
Varga, Viola (also known as VV, a musician who has been inactive as a huntsman for two years)
Wan, Shiro
Watts internally groaned. Looks like I forgot about Viola on one of my previous lists... Then again, considering he's a musician and has been inactive for two years, perhaps I'll save him for last. Thanks to my inquiring at the case of Mistral vs. Maura, I already know what Terra and Orion look like. Who to chose? It's too bad I don't have Death Shocker anymore, otherwise this wouldn't be a hard choice.
A brief flashback was shown of Lotus breaking the taser with his foot.
Stupid Lotus... breaking my valuable tool...
He set the newspapers aside. The camera showed a split image of Terra on the left side, while Orion took up the right side, the screen divided by a black line. Watts stood in the middle of the screen as Terra smiled and winked. Orion held a sword-crossbow weapon in his right hand, ready to fight.
Terra graduated from Haven just this year, so she has less experience, and I may be able to take her out easier. However, I didn't pay much attention to her or her team during the Vytal Festival Tournament. I don't know what her weapon looks like or what her fighting style is. With only my gun, fighting someone to kill them, especially someone who's weapon and strategy are unknown to me, is a risky move. Orion on the other hand, he graduated five years ago. He has over a decade of combat experience. But I do remember seeing some footage of his team from Haven, and I know what his weapon is and its capabilities. I can also recall bits and pieces of his fighting style.
He thought to himself, What do I do? The scientist paused for a moment. Terra is a mystery, Orion's practically history. He mused to himself in silence for a moment. Hmm... Terra it is.
The camera shifted back to Watts at the bar, looking at his scroll for a certain file. Now for the real question, where's the file Leo sent me that contains Terra's location?