Encircled by candles medicating in the position locust on her task, Blake reached her decision. Gripping the hilt of her katana, Blake swung in a clockwise motion blowing the flames of candles out.

Sheathing her katana, ""I will not fail in my mission."

Opening the door caused Blake to jump. Her left foot sent her katana past Yang's head.

Staring at Blake's katana embedded in the door behind her, "When I can convince Ruby to trade Ying," replied Yang, "you can be part of a package deal," searching for the light switch, "Speaking of whom," staring at Blake who still standing in the dark, "have you seen my sister, Ruby?"

"I'm on the hunt for her too," somersaulting over Yang's head.

Retrieving her katana, Blake jumped out the third story window.

"A simple no would do!"

Shrugging her shoulders, Yang exited the first year dorm.

Heading towards her dorm, she hummed, "A hundred miles an hour on a dead-end road
I need a little Octane in my soul
Every nights hotel a different name
It's part of the game."

Strutting, "Everybody wants to be just like me
Fame and fortune is their fantasy
I got to get back where the life was pretty
Rockin' all the way to the Motor City."

Dancing upstairs, "Motor City
Motor City
Motor City
I'm rockin' all the way to the Motor City."

Rolling her arms, "I've got to smell the diesel in the Octane air
Run a little 40 weight, through my hair
Chased my dreams, now I'm chasin' memories
Of all that was me."

Entering their bedroom, "Got to get right back where I started from
Got to overhaul my body, before I run
Leavin'll be hard, no, it's never easy
I'm gonna make my mark on the Motor City."

"Motor…"

Empty room.

"City. You're disappointing me, Winston," flopping onto Winston's bed, "Bored!" sniffing Winston's pillow, "Bored!" getting off his bed, "He better be in the sparring room," exiting the room.

Watching Lil' Miss Malachite on the projector feature of their scroll, the Thunder Twins' fingers tapped against the tabletop.

"Boys, these numbers don't justify the loss from 39th Vytal Festival," said Miss Malachite.

"Well, Yang did get mad when Winston was taking time with female," replied Leonard.

"And lost focus," said Larry.

"She was a slug," remarked Lil' Miss, "Better get improved result or you'll get replaced."

"Yes, Miss Lilian," they said staring at the blank wall.

"Fast Walker," brought their attention onto the image of Malachite twins onto their wall.

"Fast Talker," said Miltia.

"Your honeyed words," said Melanie.

"And tapping feet."

"Doesn't hide."

"Our mother."

"Still own you."

"Well…" got interrupted by "We don't," from Melanie.

"Take too kindly," said Miltia.

"To your team leader."

"Beating us."

"Up."

"You keep fighting her," replied Larry.

"Don't mess up her hair," remarked Leonard.

"Don't flirt with Winston."

"And don't take."

"Her corgi plush pillow."

"There is a reason you're still working for mother."

"Because these guys promised us a way out from our mother's employment still owns her lien," replied Miltia.

Staring at the blank wall, "Think Winston is having an easier with his love life than us," remarked Leonard.

Placing his left hand against Pyhrra's lower back, Winston stepped forward with his left foot. Moving his right foot forward parallel with his left foot, he brought his left foot with his right foot. Stepping back with his right foot, he moved his left foot back making it parallel with his right foot.

Repeating his movements, "Let's try a tango," said Pyhrra moving his hand closer to the curvature of her butt.

His eyes widen. With a lump in his throat, his left foot went forward as Pyhrra's right stepped back. His right foot went forward as Pyhrra's left foot stepped back. His left foot stepped forward while Pyhrra's right foot went back.

Their five steps to eight counts of music. Their rhythm slow, slow, quick, quick, slow. Their lips inching closer during the dip.

"You call this training," brought their attention onto a furious Yang with her fists against her hips.

Dropping Pyhrra, "I'm filling in for Jaune,"

"You're feeling her up," stepping between them causing Winston to drop Pyhrra again, "She gets more attention than me."

"Remnant doesn't revolve around you," said Winston.

"Well, it should," stomping her right foot only for Pyhrra to catch it then twisting Yang's ankle causing Yang to fall against Winston.

Lifting her head from Winston's stomach, Yang aimed her left foot at Pyhrra. Pyhrra's left arm blocked Yang's kick. Pushing up, Yang leaped at Pyhrra only for Pyhrra's twirl wind slammed Yang against a mirror.

Snarling, Yang ripped a hand rail from the wall. Sprinting towards Pyhrra, Yang's attempt got interrupted by Winston grabbing the hand rail from Yang's hands.

Staring at him, "You would protect this hussy," snarled Yang.

"As usual, your temper is overruling your common sense," said Winston.

Screaming, Yang stormed off. Sighing, Winston noticed Pyhrra missing. Entering the changing room he found Pyrrha stripped down to her halter top and thong.

Tears down her cheeks, "Is it wrong I love someone who doesn't know I was a cereal box?"

"Did he show the same feelings?" asked Winston.

"What's wrong my hips not wide enough or my breasts not big enough?"

"Pyhrra…"

"Don't says it's my personality? That's not what the public wants."

"What does the public have to do with this?"

"That's what marketing people say. Pyhrra watch those inches. Every inch adds ten pounds on camera. Need to wear blush to add softness to those cheeks. Stuff tissue into your bra."

"Pyhrra stop worrying about public opinion."

"That's easy for a man to say."

"Forgot women always worry about their status."

Stroking his cheek, "She doesn't deserve you."

"You're not the only one telling me that."

Drawing him closer, "You should listen to those voices."

"They're telling me to take advantage of you or walk away from this disaster."

Through a skylight, Cardin's scroll hung from a wire.

Using PVC pipe to keep his scroll focused on Winston and Pyhrra embracing, "Idol being comfortable by valiant knight," he mumbled pulling up his scroll, "That should embarrass her," reaching for his scroll.

Black fabric wrapped around his scroll snapping it from his grasp.

Landing in her open hand, "Being a peep tom can get one killed," remarked Blake leaping backwards off the rooftop.

Giving chase, proving how agile he was, his leg strength allowed him to close the distance. Grabbing Blake's hair, he slammed her against the rooftop surface.

Wrapping his finger around her throat, "Give it back," he growled.

"Fine," she grunted dropping his scroll into his hand.

Clasping it, "Idiot for getting involved," dropping her, "in something that wasn't your business," staring down at her.

"I've done a lot of questionable things," replied Blake dragging her away from Cardin, "Blackmail isn't one of them."

Checking the footage, he discovered it was erased. Slamming Executioner at Blake, she evaporated away.

Growling, he searched for her. She was gone. Slamming his fist into the ground, he was getting tired of people interfering in his business.

"Locke, my reputation is in shamble" came from Locke's scroll's speaker.

"Sisera, just stay low and build back your reputation as short term memory kicks in."

"There's talk of taking my house."

"It's just talk. They don't know that maintenance of your house is the part of being on the council," clicking of ice cubes, "No one does research. They believe what their heart believes."

"Locke, when you die Remnant's in trouble."

"Sisera, I'm coming over. Sisera?"

Bang! Locke sighed. Feeling the weight increase on his shoulders, he anonymously notified the peacekeepers shots were heard.