King: This is going to be fun~

Knox: You bring the guy in and instantly give him a three parter?

King: I have my reasons~

Inspiration: Red vs Blue

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King appeared again for a moment. "Hope you're all ready. Jaune's first reaction is a three-part-er!"

Ruby groaned, remembering the last three-part set where Jaune hit on her mother, and presumably her as well, while being an android… thing? It was weird.

"And this one is going to be… interesting." King disappeared again and the screen was able to play.

Jaune leaned toward his partner, "Is that a good thing?"

Pyrrha shook her head, "Not usually…"

The screen opened to a colorful neon city. The camera panned down to a nightclub with a massive line outside. The place was called Amnesia.

This got Yang's attention, being a club goer at times.

A large limousine rolled up to the club. A man in a suit opened the door to reveal an older Whitley Schnee, mid-twenties(?), stepping out from the back.

Jaune raised an eyebrow, "Who's that?"

Weiss sighed, "My little brother…"

Blake scoffed, "And apparently a total jerk."

Weiss nodded, not denying that her brother was a total ass.

Whitely turned as the limo left the area. He ran the club and needed to make appearances now and then in his office. As he approached the bouncer, a woman stepped out from the line. A free ride inside and man with money and power? There's always one, people.

Qrow just sighed and shook his head. "That's just sad…"

But… Whitely didn't really mind, either. The two entered with his arm over her shoulders and flanked by his father's employees to keep him safe. The scene was one that most clubs would kill for. It was packed with people, both on the dancefloor and by the bar.

As they walked, they passed by someone at the bar that seemed a bit more out of the place, the camera stopping at them instead of continuing. The purple and blue tints to the club made it hard to tell too much about her other than her frame and attire in that moment. She was in a dark suit, her hair tied back into a short ponytail. She raised a hand to the bartender, showing she was wearing gloves.

"Well…" Nora groaned, "That can't be good."

The camera returned to Whitley's entourage only to deviate before they enter a hallway to show Jaune sitting next to rather dressy girl. He was dressed in a suit, but with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black gloves. He leaned in to kiss her, only to be tapped on the shoulder by the bartender from before.

Pyrrha and Velvet silently sighed in relief.

Jaune was just confused by the events on screen, still wrapping his head around the other worlds thing.

He was not happy but put on a smile. The bartender handed him a note folded note, which he read over, and she pointed to the bar. The woman from before was gone. Jaune growled a little and downed his drink before leaving his seat. And his… associate was not happy about that.

"Wait… do I know her in this?" Jaune asked.

"Probably." Ruby shrugged. "There have plenty of mix-ups like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Nora jumped a bit in her chair, "One version had you be Yang's brother! Another had Yang being from the future!"

"Wow… Seriously?"

"Yep~"

The scene faded to black before returning at the dance floor in monochrome colors. The camera was moving backward. As someone passed by, Jaune came into frame. As another passed by, his partner appeared in the darkness, Emerald Sustrai.

Emerald blinked, a bit surprised. It wasn't the first time she appeared, but it was definitely the first like that.

The music in the background was enough to rouse Mercury from his nap. "What's going on?"

Lights came on, flashing a bit, as a green and golden laser show behind them lit up the world, and seemingly their ties which matched to the colors. The green lights crossed in an X and the golden lights ran parallel over it.

"That's actually a cool shot." Yang grinned. "But it does make me wonder what's up."

A restroom door slammed shut and a pair of gloved hands slid a trash can into the way. Jaune was leaning onto the wall to the side, shaking his head. "I hate you…"

Emerald stood up straight again, "He's here…"

But… Jaune wasn't listening, per se. "Blonde, bisexual, bridesmaid!"

Emerald just tugged at her shirt, not a fan of the style, and continued the sitrep. "He has an escort. Four of his father's men and a civilian woman. Plus whoever's with him upstairs."

Jaune threw up his hands in frustration, "That is the unicorn of club girls!"

Coco started to chuckle. "Nice to see he's got his priorities straight."

Ilia's head tilted, "Is it really all that rare?"

Eyes turned to Yang, the resident specialist on all things clubbing. She sighed, "Heck if I know. It's not exactly on my radar."

Blake paused a moment and turned to Yang, "Really?"

"Really… I don't go to clubs to find people, you know? Just for a good time or to find info. Depends on where I go…"

"Fair enough…"

Emerald went to the sinks to wipe off accumulated sweat. "Comms are useless… Music's too loud."

Jaune placed a foot onto one of the toilets, "You know, I talk, and I talk, and just don't think you listen." He tossed his earpiece into the water and stood up onto the porcelain.

"That's because you never stop-!"

She was interrupted when someone slammed against the door. "Dude! Hurry up in there!"

Emerald sighed, feeling the scene could easily have been one she lived through alongside Mercury.

Jaune gave a half shrug, "Good advice." They had a job to do after all. He pulled out a panel in the ceiling and pulled out a black case.

Emerald groaned and wiped her face with a paper towel. She looked into the mirror, seeing her makeup had bled off onto the paper towel, revealing her cross-shaped scar across her face.

"In and out. No one knows. Easy." He placed the case on the ground of the restroom. "This noise'll cover anything."

Roman tapped his finger on his chair. "This is sounding an awful like an assassination."

Neo nodded.

"That's not an excuse…"

"I'll be on my best behavior." Jaune opened the case to reveal a shotgun, a pistol, two suppressors (one for each), and a multitude of rounds inside. He picked up the shotgun and tossed it to Emerald.

She caught the gun with one hand. "That's what worries me."

Weiss was… torn. She didn't want her brother to get killed, but she'd seen him have her killed. It's another world, so it's hard to tell…

The knocking returned. "Dude! Come on!"

Jaune placed a golden bandana over his jaw and a pair of aviator glasses with a gold tint. "Em… You ready for this?"

Emerald took a breath. "Stick to codenames." She then put on a pair of glasses with a green tint in their lenses.

Finally, the man behind the knocking, revealed to be Cardin Winchester, broke through the barricade. "Fuck man! I'm about piss… my… self…" He looked up and his speech slowed.

Standing in front of him was a man and woman in masks/bandanas and glasses with guns. Emerald held up her shotgun and cocked it, ready to fire.

"Occupied… Got it… No problem…" He tried to back off, but a gloved hand pulled him back in before the door slammed shut again.

"Did they kill him?" Blake had serious issues with Cardin, but she wasn't finding any pleasure in people getting killed.

The scene showed Cardin's legs under the stall door. They could hear him groaning, indicating he was unconscious and not dead.

"He lives…" Yang didn't like Cardin, but she had no reason to believe he was necessarily someone that deserved it in this.

The camera panned up to Jaune and Emerald in the room above, a supply room. Jaune was close to the camera and listening to something on the other side of a barrier. He held up two fingers back to Emerald, referencing that two people were on the other side. The two took either side of the door, Emerald couched and Jaune standing.

The camera moved to the other side of the door as their conversation ended. "As long as they keep paying." Two knocks on the door got them to move back a bit before drawing their guns and walking inside. Muffled sounds of fighting followed soon after.

Emerald slammed the still conscious guard into the wall, her arm at the man's neck. "How many people are here?"

The guard glared down at her, "You… You're fucking crazy!"

Emerald moved her arm and lifted him over her without an issue, slamming him onto the concrete floor.

Emerald blinked. She wasn't strong, per se. Her fighting style required speed and precision, not outright power. She was an ambush type fighter.

Jaune was leaning against the wall with the other guard, out cold, next to him. He shook his head and sighed, "You said the C-word…"

Emerald placed a knee into the man's gut and placed a hand over his mouth. "I'm not going to ask you again…"

Mercury chuckled, "Well this is certainly different."

The radio on the man's jacket went off. "Rooftop's clear. Freddy… Where you at, man?"

Jaune groaned and crouched next to the unconscious man, "Let me guess…" He pointed toward the man, "Freddy?"

The man under Emerald's grasp shook his head. Jaune's hand changed to point to the second man, earning a nod.

The radio came on again. "Yo! Freddy! Answer your radio!"

Emerald removed her hand to place a knife at the man's throat. "How… many…?"

The man folded. This was not worth his life. "Six in the next room. Two… at the entrance…? A couple more… I don't know where."

"Freddy? If you don't pick up, there's gonna be problems."

Jaune grabbed the other guard's radio and walked over. "Tell them that you're sick in the bathroom and will get there when you can. And make it convincing, yeah?"

Mercury grinned. "I like this version."

Emerald sighed. "Of course you do…"

Yang, however, caught something different in it all. "Well that's unnerving…"

"What is sis?" Ruby turned to the brawler.

"It's just… whenever Vomit Boy's in a scene like this, his voice feels different."

Jaune groaned that the nickname still hasn't died.

"But this just sounds like Jaune."

"Don't they all?" Coco raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but… it's in the little things. But this just… sounds like Jaune."

King snickered. This was a pretty meta moment.

Jaune clicked the radio on.

"Hey! It's Freddy… I'm… sick on the toilet. Ate some bad food out of the storage room. I'll be there soon…"

After a pause, the other side returned with, "Got it."

"There…" The guard looked back up at the two. "We good?"

Jaune, however, was skeptical. "Why'd you mention the storage room, Freddy?"

Mercury smirked, "They figured him out."

Emerald placed the knife away and started to dig into the man's pockets, much to his frustration. She pulled out a wallet and opened it to his ID.

"Oh boy…" Jaune tossed his partner's open wallet onto the man's chest, revealing his partner was, in fact, Freddy. "You really shouldn't have done that."

The scene changed to the hallway as six men in suits approached the entryway, three on either side, all with guns. "Right… On three. One… Two…" The door suddenly opened, and the false Freddy fell out, bound and gagged. The six men unloaded into his back in shock.

Ironwood sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "That's disgustingly terrible trigger discipline."

Roman, however, had seen the like before, sitting back with a smirk. "For a soldier. These are thugs, at best. They're lucky they know how to use those things." His smirk faded to a glower Worth every penny… He still wasn't happy about that.

They heard a subtle beeping from their now dead associate. They flipped him over to find a stun grenade in his mouth. "Oh shit!"

Ironwood cringed, "Might be better he's dead when that goes off…"

The grenade exploded and filled the hallway with silver smoke. Emerald and Jaune left the room, the smoke turning them into white silhouettes with the only other color being their masks, glasses, and ties.

Beneath them, the party continued like nothing was going on. The music was too loud to hear the gunshots above them. The camera showed someone dancing before moving to the side as it snapped back to show Jaune running in the same direction. He jumped and kicked one of the guards to the side, firing a shot at him. Another guard tried to rush him, only to be kicked in the gut. Jaune spun around for another kick, but the impact was lost as the screen returned to a dancer in a similar state.

Yang chuckled and raised an eyebrow, "These are some weird transitions."

Port shook his head, "If one considers the underlying factors, dancing and combat aren't too different. They both require trained footwork and greater control over one's body."

Ruby didn't agree. "At least with fighting you don't need to wear those lady stilts…"

Weiss shook her head.

Port, however, laughed. "Ms. Rose… Think of it like this: Do you think you'll always have an advantage of a firm stance in combat situations?"

The dancer spun, breakdancing, before jumping off and to her feet. When she landed, she was the silhouetted form of Emerald, ducking a punch. She beat her attack with several punches and strikes with her shotgun, used like a bat, before tossing the weapon into the guard's nose. She caught the weapon and spun for another attack, impact changing to a toast of glasses.

This continued a few more times with various dances or impact replacements as Emerald and Jaune mowed down their opponents in the silver smoke.

Jaune watched the scenes for a moment before looking around. "You're all taking this kind of well… What's going on?"

Nora was her usual Nora self. "We've seen way worse at this point."

Ren nodded, "The silhouette filter likely helps, too."

Jaune held a hand up, "Hold it… Worse? How bad are we talking here?"

"Very…" Pyrrha left that there, not wanting to relive the scenes in her head.

"Advancing!" When the smoke started to clear, Emerald moved forward down the hall.

Jaune ran to the side, "Taking right!"

Emerald peaked the corner but had to duck back to avoid gunfire. In the room next to her, two men were, assumingly, playing a game of cards. One of them flipped over the table for cover. It was weak and wouldn't help much, but it hid them and was better than nothing.

Jaune heard the gunshots down his hall as it looped back behind the room.

Emerald placed a hand to her earpiece, "Two contacts! Tossing stun!"

Jaune tapped his chair for a moment, "Hold on… Didn't I toss my earpiece away?"

Emerald tossed another stun grenade in behind the table. The two guards were stunned long enough to be picked off by Jaune. He twirled his gun and smirked under his mask. "Enemy down." Then the grenade went off. "Ah! What the fuck?!"

Emerald rounded the corner, "What are you doing?!" Emerald would have been dead as two more goons appeared from the staircase, saved only by their awful discipline. She ran in and tackled the still blinded Jaune to the ground.

Jaune didn't take that too well, "Get the fuck off!"

"It's me!" Emerald had to remind him given he was still likely blinded.

"I know!" He pushed her off and the two took cover behind the table.

Yang snickered, seeing Jaune's face. "You'll get used to it."

"How many of these have you seen?"

Yang shrugged, "Not sure. A bunch. And this is pretty tame compared to some of them."

One of the guards shouted, "You psychos are dead, you hear me?!"

Jaune rolled his eyes and fired around the table at his back. Two shots fired before the guy dropped.

Emerald popped up and shot the last off-screen guard.

Jaune got back up, his mask ripped apart. "Where is Schnee?!" The door behind them opened and Jaune fired two shots.

The guard slid across the door, his blood smearing on the surface. In the office behind him was Whitely, cowering behind a bat. The two moved into the room slowly, thoroughly freaking out the man behind the desk. "Oh God! Please don't kill me!"

Mercury scoffed, annoyed by Whitely, "Yeah… That'll stop them. At least try to fight back…"

"Calm down." Emerald grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him up over the desk, "We're taking you alive."

Mercury groaned, "Weak…"

Emerald pinched the bridge of her nose, annoyed.

Jaune walked next to Emerald, "Whitely Schnee. You're wanted for murder, drug trafficking, money laundering, rape… I mean… LITERALLY the most jail-able offences you can possibly imagine."

Silences. Nothing but crickets. This guy deserved to be put away for life, several depending on severity and time period, if he was guilty of all of that.

Emerald tossed Whitely to the ground opposite his desk.

Whitely coughed, not used to taking hits, "What are you, cops?!"

Emerald shook her head, "No…"

"You're crazy! Don't you know my dad? You can't do this!"

Jaune picked up the bat, "Christ, you are a stereotype."

"Fuck you! Who do you think you are?!"

Emerald cracked her knuckles as Jaune walked up behind her, bat over his shoulder. He pointed toward her as he walked up, "That's Locus," He gestured to himself, "I'm Felix. And…" He flipped the bat in hand. "We're the good guys." He reared the bat back and smacked Whitely across the face.

Qrow finished a sip from his flask. "Bounty hunters if I had to guess."

"Pretty well armed for bounty hunters." Tai wasn't exactly into the idea.

The back door to the club burst open as Jaune shouted, "You said comms were useless!"

Emerald was carrying Whitely's unconscious body. "I meant downstairs…"

"USELESS!"

Emerald tossed their target into the trash nearby to turn to Jaune. "That doesn't mean remove your earpiece!"

"Well I'm sorry… Sorry I couldn't read that broken fucking brain of yours and realize you actually meant the opposite OF WHAT YOU FUCKING SAID!"

Ilia raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, "How do these two get anything accomplished?"

Two suppressed shots got their attention. They turned in unison to see the bouncer with a gun and two bleeding, bullet holes in his white jacket. He fell, and Mercury Black walked forward in a grey and purple body suit, showing one of his legs was robotic. He was not happy.

Mercury grinned and raised an eyebrow. "So~ I'm part of this too?"

Emerald felt her eye twitch, Oh gods, there's two of them!

Jaune just dismissively waved, "Hey Siris."

"Hey? That's all you got? Hey? Why weren't you on comms?"

Jaune raised a calming hand. "This is…" his hand shifted to point to Emerald, "…entirely her fault."

Emerald puffed up her chest, ready to smack the smug off Jaune, but was stopped by Mercury. "Stop! If you want me out here doing recon, then you need to listen to me when I talk to you." He turned to Emerald, "Him I expected this from, but you…! We're supposed to be partners. Partners communicate…"

Emerald sighed, "Right…" The two then looked toward Jaune.

Jaune had his arms crossed and looking away. He groaned, "I'm sorry, okay! Now can we please get this scumbag in the car and away from the scene?"

Mercury sighed and nodded. "Yeah… Let's go." As Emerald picked up the body again, the scene went black, given Mercury the last word. "I hate nightclubs…"

Jaune sighed, "Okay… that was weird."

King appeared again, "We're just getting started. This is a three-part set, so the next two will continue the story~"

"Oh… Um… Okay…"