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Chapter 24: Being Kidnapped is more boring than expected
"Yang! Calm down already, will you?!" Qrow shouted as he dodged her furious punches.
"NO!" Yang roared back, aiming a shotgun blast at the still swinging dick that had just been inside the fake Ruby.
Despite having been maintained recently, Ember Celia jammed up as Qrow rushed forwards, grabbing her arm and flicking the still working gauntlets clasp, causing it to fall off her arm.
...She really hated her uncle's Semblance.
When her uncle and father helped her make her gauntlets, knowing she wasn't the weapon nerd Ruby was, she had been happy... but she was suddenly finding that having her uncle know all Ember Celia's tricks was a problem.
"Damn it, Yang. You can't beat me, so just calm down and let me put some trousers on." Qrow said as he tossed her across the room easily.
Growling to herself, she simply charged again without a working weapon, her wild haymaker easily deflected and countered by her uncle as she went flying back again.
Despite her anger, she knew she couldn't beat Qrow in a proper fight, even unarmed as he was. Team STRQ were legends for a reason, and unlike her father, Qrow was still as active as ever.
"What, are you going to tell me that it isn't what it looks like? Cause it looked like you just creampied a sexbot of Ruby... your fucking niece." Yang snarled as Qrow pulled on his jeans quickly, watching her with all the caution you'd give a wild starving tiger.
"It... no, it's exactly what it looks like." Qrow admitted, shrugging to himself. "But you can't exactly judge me over lusting after a relative, huh Cousin Fucker?" Qrow asked sardonically, making her eyes widen. "Or is it future Cousin Fucker? At least I stuck to the robots."
"...Fuck you." Yang growled, unable to deny his accusation. Somehow lusting after Shiro seemed so much more natural than Qrow lusting over her and Ruby, hypocritical as it was.
"You offering? Cause if you hadn't interrupted, I probably would be." Qrow replied with a cocky smirk as he gestured to the Yang sexbot making her face scrunch up in disgust. "Hell, if you came a few hours later it would probably have been Summer or your psycho bitch of a mom,, or a dozen other women." Qrow admitted.
"That's fucked up... and don't call her that, plus what would dad say?" Yang asked, forcing down her desire to punch the cocky smirk off his face. Qrow wasn't going to just let her hit him.
Another part wanted to break his toys, but she didn't really want to break Shiro's prototypes, and she'd had to listen to Ruby rant over how they were brilliant works of art for literal hours.
Somehow, Ruby would probably be more upset at her breaking them than Qrow for using them to indulge in his fucked up fantasies.
"Calling a rock a rock isn't an insult, and Raven is a psychopath, a sexy one." Qrow replied with a shrug. "Bitch has got more blood on her hands than some wars, I'm not gonna sugar coat it cause you don't wanna hear that mommy is a crazy bitch."
...Was his plan just to piss her off more?
"As for Taiyang? Well, he'd have to pull himself away from his 'wife' first. I'd say my fucked up fun is more healthy than his obsession. You know he pretends the bot really is Summer, right?" Qrow pointed out.
"Yeah but..." she trailed off, making his eyebrow raise.
"But what?"
"But he hasn't 'accidentally' walked in on me or Ruby bathing or changing since he got the thing." Yang admitted with a sigh, her dad could call it an accident as much as he wanted, but accidentally walking in on her, staring for ages then vanishing into his room for ages wasn't exactly subtle, nor was how her underwear vanished from the washing basket. "What the fuck is wrong with our family?"
"Kid, you have no idea. Me, You, Tai, Raven... we're all fucked in the head. Gods, give Ruby some time, and she'll probably be fucked up too, Summer definitely was." Qrow sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Summer was the super-mum, and I don't want to hear a single fucking thing to ruin that image. I've already had to order the sexbot Summer to clean herself properly cause she had cum on her hair." Yang growled.
She wanted to blame Shiro, but Taiyang was more... harmless with Summer-bot, and Qrow only had himself to blame. It could look like anyone, and he picked her and Ruby? Though it sounded like he had way more than just two forms he used, and she just caught him at the worst time.
...She still wanted to kick his ass, though.
"Fair enough... she was a freak in bed though." Qrow said casually.
"How do you... wait, no shut up. One day, I'm gonna kick your ass. Even if I have to wait till your old and weak, I'm gonna kick the shit out of you." Yang warned. "I can hold a grudge."
...more than once she'd wondered why Ruby resembled Qrow more than her dad, she didn't need to have those questions in her head again.
"Sure thing, kiddo... so, why are you here anyway? And what happens now?" Qrow asked, unconcerned as he stared her down.
"Dad sent me to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner, but you aren't coming anywhere near Ruby so I'll tell them your busy or something." Yang said sternly, making him nod after a moment.
"Fair enough, kiddo, fair enough." Qrow said easily.
"As for now? I'm outta here... those things are creeping me the fuck out. Stop making them look like Ruby and me, or I'll smash them to pieces, and stay away from Ruby. I'm taking her back to Vale with me when I go back, figure I can get Shiro to let her intern under him in his lab, so keep busy away from us until then."
"...You're taking Ruby to Shiro?" Q row asked, laughing. "You know he'll have her bent over the workbench, panties around her ankles, in a week, tops?" Qrow asked with a smirk.
"I'll be there, I'll make sure Ruby doesn't do anything she doesn't want to... and I'd trust Shiro with her over you or dad." Yang countered. Ruby was already crushing on Shiro, and she had never even seen him, so she wouldn't be surprised... but Ruby was almost sixteen, she wasn't a baby any more.
"Heh, fair enough. I'll tell Tai I'm on a mission or something." Qrow agreed after a moment.
"...you're fucked up, and I don't want to see you anytime soon." Yang said with a growl, before she sighed, grabbing Ember Celia off the floor and stormed off.
What the fuck was wrong with the men in her family... no, what was wrong with her family, full stop?
In the privacy of her mind, she asked herself a simple question. What would she do with a sexbot she could make look like anyone?
The first name that came to mind... was Shiro. And that made her just as bad as Qrow. Shiro was fucking sexy, and he knew it... but she was also sexy, and she knew it, so that wasn't an excuse. Hell, she'd probably make it look like her as well... then Blake, then Blake's mum. Then the K/DA girls. Probably Shiro's midget sex kitten as well.
She still wanted to punch Qrow in the dick until it exploded, but... she could see the temptation. He probably did it while drunk one time and just kept doing it.
"Yang! Is Drunkle Qrow coming? Is he, is he is he?" Ruby asked, hyper from the mountain of cookies she had been getting 'Summer' to make for her.
"Nah, he was busy fucking a sexbot of you, so I told him to fuck off and stay away from us." Yang said... mentally. Qrow would deserve it, but Ruby didn't need to know that.
"Nope, he wasn't home." Yang said, watching her sister deflate with a pout. "Anyway, I text Shiro, and he said he would be happy to let you intern in his workshop." Yang said quickly, making her perk up again, squeeing in excitement.
Shiro seemed kinda distracted, wonder what he was up to?
- Shiro -
The fun fact about having a computer in your brain is that even during very dull moments, like when my captor just fucked off and left me tied up in the back of her shitty low-tech hideout, I can still amuse myself by surfing the net and playing Solitaire and Minesweeper.
Ashe is off shouting at her boy toy, Jesse McCree, who is panicking because they've brought the entirety of Atlas down on their shoulders by kidnapping me. Ashe thinks they can handle it, and get away from this stupidly rich, and McCree thinks they are all going to end up in an Atlas prison... if they are lucky.
He's not wrong, Ironwood has already called an emergency meeting with Winter and the Ace Ops. He is beyond pissed because there was supposed to be a guard stationed on the Schnee Bullhead, but they somehow got reassigned elsewhere...
I've already found the trace of the hacker who sent them away, and backtraced them. Naturally, it's the same fucker who keeps trying to get into my system.
The same person who tipped Ashe off to my travel schedule and disabled the Bullhead comms to delay the reinforcements.
I have to say... I'm impressed.
"Mhmm... Master?" Khadri's voice says in my head. Well, well... look who is finally awake, my sleepy genie has finally woken up. I can't make another wish for three days, but she spends 90% of her time sleeping. "Why are you tied up? Neo isn't even here..."
"Oh, you know... just a little kidnapping, nothing to worry about." I reply calmly.
"...I can't grant another wish yet, but I'm pretty sure I could disintegrate the bastards for you if you want?" Khadri offers after a moment.
"...Nah, this is kinda amusing, and I wanna see where it's going. I've got this, thanks." I reply calmly.
I can think of about seven ways I can get out of here unharmed, I couldn't be safer if I tried.
"Well... I'm going back to bed then, see you in a few days." she says with a yawn, going quiet again.
...why is my familiar so lazy? Well, that's not fair, she can grant reality-bending wishes, and that is probably extremely tiring.
"Nah, I recovered from that after a few hours, I just like to sleep as much as you like to have sex."
...fair enough.
- Winter Schnee -
Things could go wrong incredibly fast, and a relaxed, slow day could turn into a terrible emergency with no warning.
Sitting in the briefing room with a couple more specialists and the Ace Operatives, she cursed herself for not staying with Shiro this morning, then she cursed the idiots who obeyed a false order to leave the Schnee Bullhead undefended.
The fact that someone had sent the order from the General's own computer had been a significant cause for alarm, given that the General had been at his desk all day and certainly hadn't sent it himself, he had the Atlas Scientists tearing his system apart trying to work out how it got compromised, and more importantly... how long had the Atlas systems been compromised.
"General, with all due respect... the 'Deadlock Rebels' are the very picture of low-level thugs. They certainly aren't capable of hacking into the most advanced security system in Remnant." Camille Ferros said.
"Which means someone else is using them to get their hands on Shiro." Specialist Caitlyn said, her sniper resting against her seat and her apprentice Vi sat next to her. "Could it have been Vacou? General Swain and Councillor LeBlanc are some of the few people with the power and resources to do something like this."
"Unlikely, we've been watching them closely for months, Swain is focused on getting Vacou fully under his control at the moment, he can't afford a war with Atlas." Winter added, crushing her concern.
"Could it be Talon, sir?" Operative Clover asked, making them pause.
"They have been quiet ever since their failed attack on the Vault." Camille agreed. "But we have seen no evidence of them having a hacker capable of this."
"It would explain how they keep managing to get into restricted areas." Caitlyn admitted, giving a nod to Clover.
"Right now, finding out who is behind this is secondary. Shiro Eis is a high-value asset in both Atlas and Vale, one working on a top-secret project. We can't afford to leave him in hostile hands for even a second more than necessary." the General said as she frowned internally.
He wasn't wrong, but hearing her brother... and lover, be called an asset mildly irritated her.
As he went to speak again, her scroll went off, making everyone turn to her as she felt her face flush at the sound of her... ringtone.
"Oh...you touch my tra la la, Mmm...my ding ding dong"
Aside from the fact that her scroll was supposed to be turned off... that was certainly not her ringtone.
"...I would have thought you would of all people would take this more seriously, Specialist Schnee." the General said scoldingly.
"That... that's not my ringtone, and I turned my scroll off." Winter said quickly, making Ironwood frown slightly, glancing at the still playing scroll.
"Answer it." he ordered as she pulled it out.
"These guys are fucking idiots, lol. It's like they don't know that I'm a genius. I'm used to being tied up, but this is getting boring, and I'm getting horny, come get me."
…what.
"Sir... it's Shiro, he sent his location."
- Sombra -
Sneaking through the Deadlock Bandits hideout, she quickly found the room they had stashed Shiro in without them even noticing her, their leader too busy arguing with the handsome cowboy to spot the shimmer of her cloak, and the rest of her men too stupid.
As she snuck into the room, she took her first look at Shiro Eis, crime lord, hacker, inventor and playboy extraordinaire as he sat in his chair eyes closed and his hands behind his back with a casual smile on his face.
Talon didn't order her to have him kidnapped, but she needed to talk to him away from everyone else, the Schnee Manor and the Atlas Facilities too well defended for her to speak with him in private.
She had told Talon that he'd been kidnapped, and Doomfist was on his way... with Reaper and Widowmaker alongside him, hopefully arriving at the same time as the incoming Atlas Forces.
As he opened his eyes, she paused, seeing him staring right at her with a smile.
"Nice cloak, a bit primitive though, you leave an outline." Shiro said in amusement before her cloak turned itself off. "Also, anyone scanning for tech could easily notice the signature it puts off, and connect with it." he continued. "So, we meet at last my mysterious hacker friend."
"Yes we do, we've had so much online foreplay I feel like we're already best friends." Sombra agreed with a smirk, hiding her shock at how easily he took control of her cloak, which was even now ignoring her attempts to re-engage it.
"Well, you've put a lot of effort into stealing me away, it's nice to be popular." Shiro said easily. "So, why exactly have you decided to make our meetings a little more physical? Got tired of getting shown up?" He asked, his lips twitching as she hid her minor irritation at his well-deserved smugness.
"I have an invitation for you, and I figured it is the kind of thing that should be offered in person. I am-" she started.
"Olivia Colomar, an orphan from Vacou, better known as Sombra. Parents died in a Grimm attack, genius-level intellect, but you were also diagnosed as a paranoid sociopath at a young age. Now... associated with the terrorist group known as Talon, along with Moira, under this... Doomfist. Bit edgy, isn't he? But then, he is on the same team as a guy calling himself 'The Reaper'" Shiro finished with a fake deep growl on Gabriel's call sign as her eyes widened in shock, hearing the name she thought she had erased, making his lips twitch in amusement.
She was so shocked she couldn't even take enjoyment in someone mocking Reaper, which was one of her favourite things to do.
"You did a good job scrubbing all traces of your real identity, from the records... but you missed a few mentions here and there, social media posts mostly. Also, your old therapist kept more records than the ones you deleted." he admitted with a shrug, which looked a bit odd with his arms tied behind his back. "I ran a facial recognition scan on you the second I uncloaked you, and found a few pictures of you when you were younger that matched."
...She'd have to look into that later.
"...How are you doing that, you have your hands bound." Sombra asked, looking him over with a small frown.
"You really wanna know? What's that info worth to you?" he asked, making her smirk.
"Ah, someone who gets how the world works, it's nice to talk to someone who sees things my way. What do you want for it?" Sombra asked easily, nothing in life was free... something a lot of people didn't understand.
"Well, I'm already loaded, and I don't need any help getting out of here. Flash your tits at me, and I'll tell you." Shiro offered as she laughed to herself.
"My research said you were a pervert, but I think it understated it. Tied up in a bandits hideout and you just wanna see my tits?" she asked with a smirk as she undid her jacket without a care in the world, pulling it open and gripping the hem of her top and bra, pulling them up above her pert caramel breasts.
Information was the greatest power in the world... and if showing him her tits got her some answers, she'd do it.
"Nice, you know there are so few darker-skinned girls in Vale and Atlas, it's nice to see some variety." Shiro admitted as his eyes lingered on her naked chest. "It's a neural implant, a little computer in my brain that lets me remotely use any tech in my range, and connect to the net and my systems without using a scroll, it's why you keep failing against me... you might actually be a better hacker than me, but you are stuck typing with your fingers... and you simply can't type faster than I can think." Shiro admitted making her eyes widen. "Don't try it, my implant is far, far better defended than my regular systems, and you can't even get into them." he warned easily, still utterly unconcerned at his situation.
"Any chance of me getting one of those?" Sombra asked after a moment, thinking of the benefits of being connected to the network.
"Depends if you can make it worth my while, naturally." Shiro said, making her laugh again as she lowered her top back down. "So, what does Talon want with me? And do be quick... I sent my location to my sister so I won't be here that much longer."
"We will have to talk later... but for now, Doomfist plans on offering you a place in our organisation, but I have an offer of my own... Talon is going to fail, they piss off too many people, and it's only a matter of time before they get taken out, despite Doomfist's power. I've been using them for my own benefit... something you'd notice when you started digging into their systems, so I have an offer. Join up with us, and we can cover each other's backs as we use Talon to suit our own ends." Sombra offered making his lips twitch, despite the deep thought in his eyes. "Doomfist is smarter than he acts, Reaper too, but with the two of us, it should be easy to take over for ourselves."
"How traitorous... I like you." Shiro complimented easily. "So, we use Talon for our own ends, then when it falls apart we pick its corpse clean?"
"Pretty much, they have an assassin called Widowmaker who they brainwashed, and I'm sure a man of your... many talents can alter her conditioning to change who she takes her orders from, if it helps she's a hot blue-skinned curvy bitch with a sexy accent and a skin-tight bodysuit." Sombra pointed out, making him laugh.
It was essential to know what your target wanted.
"You definitely know how to get my attention... sexy blue assassin, huh? Consider me recruited..." Shiro agreed. "I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship, 'friend'." he said. "I'd shake your hand... but I'm a little tied up at the moment."
"Then this will have to do instead..." Sombra agreed, leaning forwards and catching his lips with hers, moaning slightly into his mouth before she broke the kiss. "Later, 'friend'." she said.
She wanted that implant, it could massively improve her chances in her line of work.
"You should run along now, we are about to have company." Shiro warned, meeting her smirk with her own.
Taking his advice, she activated her cloak again, now working again, and moved into the shadows, waiting only a moment before the door opened violently, Ashe walking in with a scowl.
Giving him a mocking wave, still mostly invisible, she snuck out of the open door to report her success to Doomfist, who was lurking nearby ready to ambush the approaching Atlesian soldiers.
The plan was simple, make it look like Talon had used the Deadlock Rebels to kidnap Shiro, and let them 'rescue' him from them, not realising that Shiro had joined them... and none but her and Shiro would ever know that they were playing their own game.
- Shiro -
"You looked stressed, Miss Caledonia." I say as Elizabeth Caledonia, now known as Ashe, stormed back in. "Trouble in paradise?"
"How did you... you best watch your mouth now, Eis, I don't need all of you intact." Ashe said with a scowl.
"Yes you do, right now you've doomed your little group, and an Atlesian Horde is on the way... your Deadlock Rebels will be rotting in an Atlesian prison by the end of the day, and that's if I'm unharmed. Face it, 'Ashe'... you've been used." I point out making her growl, pulling a pistol from her hip and aiming it at me. "We both know that if you pull that trigger, it would be the last thing you ever did... kidnapping a Schnee, bastard or not, is one thing, but killing one? Your cowboy-toy was right, you are out of your league."
"This ain't over... not while I've got you." Ashe argued, before an explosion rocked the cell, coming from outside as shouting and gunfire filled the area.
"That would be Talon, the group who made you their bitch, coming to get me... and the Atlesians aren't far behind." I point out as she frowns.
"We were used..."
"Word of advice, from one criminal to another... don't just rush off because you got a tip, it makes you easy to manipulate." I advise making her frown. "Another bit of advice, make sure you know everything about your target... or you'll end up grabbing a crime lord who rules Vale when you thought you were getting a weak scientist." I say, my humour lessening.
"You're..." she trails off, a bit of worry in her red eyes.
"The new ruler of Vale's underworld... correct. Now, do you really think you are in control here? Talon ready to wipe you out, Atlas ready to throw you into a tiny cell and toss away the key... and even if you manage to avoid them, my lovely sidekick Neo will carve you apart for touching me. You overextended, my ambitious friend. I'm afraid your little family are in quite a lot of trouble." I say easily. "So... how would you like an out?"
"...You aren't in any position to be offering me anything." Ashe says, still holding me at gunpoint.
"But I am... you see, right now you have two choices... die at Talon's hands, or get arrested by Atlas... but breaking you and your group out of an Atlesian Prison would be fairly easy, for me at least. So, how would you like a job? I could find a place for you and yours in my organisation if you are ready to play in the big leagues."
"You want to recruit us... while I have you at gunpoint?" Ashe asks, glancing back at the door as the sounds of battle reach us.
"Naturally, I never waste an asset... clocks ticking, I can't bring the dead back, and Talon doesn't take prisoners."
- Winter Schnee -
Dodging backwards, she made a Glyph and used it to launch herself forwards again, much faster as she thrust her sabre forwards at the black-cloaked man, scowling as it passed through his mist-like form, his dark chuckles filling the air as a shotgun blast struck her back, chunking away her aura.
Talon had brought a small army of mercenaries to collect their prize, and as they arrived, the Deadlock Rebels were on the brink of being wiped out.
As she spun around, attempting to freeze the 'Reaper' of Talon, a sickening crack filled the air, drawing both their attention.
"Marrow!" Clover Ebi shouted, horror filling his tone as Talon's leader, the latest Doomfist, tossed away the corpse of one of the Ace Operatives, his neck broken by Doomfist's gauntleted fist.
"This is the best Atlas has to offer?" Doomfist said, chuckling slightly as he fended off Clover's attacks, a low whirring sound filling the air as his gauntlet charged up. "Such potential... wasted."
Specialist Vine's Aura vines shot forwards, wrapping around the dark-skinned brute of a man as he looked down almost lazily, breaking free of them with a simple flex.
As the vines shot forwards again, a gunshot filled the air, Vine falling to the floor, his aura broken and a sniper round through his skull, brain matter bursting from the side of his head, she could see the direction the shot came from... but not the shooter.
"Looks like it's amateur hour... shouldn't have sent some kids to do an adults job." Reaper chuckled as their battle reignited, her glyphs blocking a volley from the man's shotgun.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted Caitlyn engaging in a snipe-off with the assassin she still couldn't locate, while Vi and Camille attacked Doomfist. The other ace operatives fighting off the horde of Talon grunts.
She could also see the leader of the Deadlock Rebels who had finally appeared, barking orders at her men... as they reluctantly tossed down their weapons, not getting involved in the fight.
One less thing to worry about.
The Atlesian Knights and Paladins were incoming, so they only had to bide their time and wait for the robotic reinforcements to arrive and they could finally put await these... homicidal maniacs.
The sound of an incoming, heavily armed bullhead put an end to that thought process as it fired down on the Atlesian forces.
"Doomfist, we have incoming." Reaper warned as he disengaged from her, making the leader scowl.
"Doomfist, you will be brought to justice." Winter said coldly, pointing her sabre at him as Camille attacked Reaper.
"Heh... I like you." he replied simply as she lunged forwards, using her glyphs to enhance her speed to truly insane levels, her eyes widening as he moved aside with a level of dexterity that she didn't expect from his bulky frame. "You are not bad, Schnee... but you aren't good either." he replied simply as his giant fist shot forwards, catching her in the side and sending her flying as her aura shattered, already weak from Reaper's blows. "I'll throw you a bone... Talon, we are leaving... I'll clear a way." Doomfist said, crouching on one knee before he launched himself into the air.
Her eyes widened seeing Reaper turn to mist, and the Talon forces scatter as the sound of... something got louder.
"METEOR STRIKE!"
- Shiro -
Why is the ground shaking?
…what the fuck is going on out there?
Can someone untie me already? I could use magic and burn the ropes, but I don't want that attention.
I'm so bored.
Waiting a good few more minutes, the door finally opens as Winter, bruised and bloodied walks in, her eyes widening at the sight of me tied to a chair.
"Hey, sis... looks like you day is going as well as mine." I say simply, making her let out a relieved sigh as she closes the distance, looking me over for injuries before she wraps me in a tight hug.
"Are you unharmed? The gang that captured you have been arrested, everything is going to be fine." Winter promised as I laughed slightly.
"I'm fine... I'd say I should be the one asking that, I haven't seen you so... messy since... well, last night actually." I say calmly, watching her blush deeply. "They knew they couldn't hurt me without signing their own death warrants... I was more in danger of dying of boredom than anything else.." I say with a laugh.
"Why was I even worried? Here..." she says, cutting my ropes so I can stand, stretching slightly.
"You were worried because I am adorable, and your life would be far more boring without me, don't worry... it's a natural reaction." I say with a teasing smirk making her roll her eyes. "Really, I'm fine, Winter." I assure her, seeing the worry in her eyes.
"Good... I don't want to lose my brother so soon after meeting him." Winter says quietly hugging me again.
- Later -
...Winter was worried about me, Weiss was downright fraught, and it took hours to get her to calm down. Willow blew them both out of the water, switching from depressed to enraged constantly, all while mothering me desperately and refusing to let me out of her sight.
She even followed me to the bathroom, and I am not into piss-play. I did fuck her in the shower, then the bathtub... and then the hot-tub but still!
I finally managed to escape them by claiming I wanted some sleep, alone. It took a while to convince my mother to let me go, but Winter helped persuade her. Oddly enough, their mutual panic over me has helped mend the rift between them.
Of course, that doesn't mean I'm alone...
"You know, you could wait outside my room." I point out, making Harriet smirk.
"No can do, Sir. My orders were clear." Harriet says, standing against my wall staring at me.
General Ironwood did not take the fact that I was kidnapped well, and now I have a full-time guard for as long as I'm in Atlas. Fun, fun, fun.
I'm just glad she arrived after my bathroom session with Willow since Winter was my guard at the time.
- Next Day - Saturday
"I said you could leave the room." I point out as Harriet scowls at me, her nose twitching cutely. "Look, I have needs, and I'm not changing things because you wouldn't give me some space."
"Orders are orders, Sir... I have to keep eyes on you at all times." Harriet says bluntly, a blush on her cheeks.
I was nice to her, instead of having a Schnee orgy I just video-called Neo and did some mutual masturbation. Harriet could have turned away, but she takes her orders very seriously...
I've already had the whole, commiserations over my kidnapping and well-wishes from my co-workers after I arrived.
"You have my condolences, by the way... Winter informed me that a couple of your teammates perished against 'Doomfist'.
"It's appreciated but not needed, we were co-workers, not friends, and they knew what they were signing up for." Harriet replied immediately, almost coldly.
Not entirely truthfully, though. She seems to be trying to convince herself more than anyone else.
Apparently, Doomfist kicked the Ace Ops collective asses, then smashed a lot of Atlesian robots (I knew they sucked compared to mine), before Talon escaped on a bullhead while everyone was recovering from him making a fucking earthquake with his fist.
Atlas caught some Talon grunts, but no-one actually worth capturing.
Pietro is busy working on an upgrade to the Atlesian Knights, so I am on my own for today.
Working at my terminal, I go over the plans for the anti-gravity tech, they've already started building the first version for testing, so I don't have much to do on this, even if a lot of the resources have been reassigned to find a counter for Doomfist and Talon.
"May I come in?" a voice says, drawing my attention to the open door, Camille Ferros standing in the doorway.
"Of course, come right in. What can I do for you, Miss Ferros?" I ask calmly, seeing Harriet scowl slightly at the sight of the older woman.
"Operative Bree, you may wait outside." Camille says in place of a response, making Harriet's scowl grow.
"But-"
"But nothing, as a Specialist I outrank you, and I'm ordering you to leave the room." Camille says smoothly, cutting her off.
Visibly bristling in anger, Harriet pauses in place before she storms out, slamming the door behind her.
"As for why I came here... I'm afraid that I took more damage yesterday than I originally realised, my legs were damaged by Doomfist's meteor strike, but I underestimated just how badly, and as Pietro is busy I had hoped you could have a look at them." Camille asks, making my eyebrows raise.
"Well, I do have the tools to work on them here... but your legs are unfamiliar tech to me, are you sure you don't want to wait?" I ask, making her smile.
"I have faith in your talents if you are willing." Camille says calmly.
"Well, in that case, how can I refuse?" I say making her smile at me.
Getting up to get my tools, I pause as I hear something hit the floor behind me, turning back around to see Camille calmly disrobing, stripping down to a small matching pair of black underwear.
Despite the sexy Gilf in front of me, my attention is drawn to her legs... starting at her upper thigh her entire leg is mechanical, sleek black metal around the very advanced tech.
Pietro's work, he's the only one in Atlas smart enough to do that.
"Hm, I can already see the damage. Damn, Doomfist must be ridiculously strong to actually damage that metal, I'll have to talk to Pietro about how he made a metal that tough." I admit as I move over to her, guiding her to lay down on one of the tables used for building robots.
Obviously, Ironwood wants to take advantage of my own robotics skill after I'm done with the anti-grav.
"Can you repair it?" Camille asks as I look over it.
"Of course, it'll just be a bit of a pain given how strong the metal is, but I have the tools to deal with it." I agree as I detach her legs slowly. "You willingly had your legs removed, correct? Along with all the other enhancements you have."
"I did, the human body has its limits, and my responsibilities require me to be superior to all my foes... Doomfist clearly has some enhancements of his own." Camille admits with a scowl. "That technology should not be in the hands of a criminal."
"I can see a dozen places I could make improvements, Pietro's good, but he is used to working with pure machines." I say idly, making her raise an eyebrow.
"Pietro might take offence at that... but I'll take any and all upgrades I can get. I'm sure I can make it worth you while, as I know how... needed you are around here. A dozen projects want your attention after all." Camille says making me smirk at her.
"I'm sure we can come up with a fair trade for my services, Miss Ferros..." I say as I move her legs to a workbench, before coming back to her. "It'll take me a couple of hours to fix your legs up, at least... and I'm afraid I will be requiring some payment upfront." I say with a smirk, my eyes roaming over her body.
"Is that so? Well, I wouldn't want to underpay and get poor service as a result, only the best is good enough after all. Name your price." Camille says calmly, unconcerned even as my hand comes to her bare stomach, the skin-like metal cold to the touch.
"Oh, I don't think you'll have to do much... in fact, you simply have to lie there and wait." I say easily, moving my hands to her hips and pulling her to the side of the table, gently.
"Well... it's not like I have much of a choice, considering you took my legs off before demanding your price. Brilliantly done, Mr Eis." Camille compliments, even as I grip her panties and simply yank them off, smirking at the sight of an incredibly tight looking pussy lips.
Her bra meets the same fate, exposing her incredibly perky tits, the high-tech material having no real need of support as they hang free.
"Can you feel through all that metal?" I ask as I place a hand on her breast, gently squeezing and stroking the surprisingly soft and pliable material. It's isn't regular flesh, but it isn't metal either.
"I can, as well as a normal woman. I wasn't willing to take any downgrades after all." Camille says calmly, uncaring as I molest her naked body, one hand on her tight ass and the other on her breast.
"Good... this wouldn't be as fun if you didn't feel this." I say, pulling one hand back and undoing my belt, letting my trousers drop as I line myself up with her quim. "I've wanted to fuck you since the minute you walked into my office in my tower." I admit, pressing the tip of my shaft against her slit as she smiles.
- Camille -
Harriet was unreliable, and James overestimated Harriet and Elm if he expected them to seduce Shiro any time soon. Both were inexperienced virgins, and they couldn't be counted on to seduce a playboy.
If anything, they would get seduced and be compromised, but that was fine... she just needed to make sure Shiro never got a reason to betray Atlas after all.
A playboy like Shiro wouldn't take well to someone trying to get emotionally close to him, and as such her best path was to become physically close to him, and make a rapport with him supported by pleasure. By associating her with pleasure and good feelings, she would create a positive mental image of her in his head, which she could use to start worming her way into his trust and eventually influencing his decisions.
He'd never love her, but that made things more straightforward in the long run anyway.
Feeling the tip of his impressively sized shaft tapping against her slit, she smiled. Seduction wasn't new to her, and she had upgrades... everywhere.
"Well, Mr Eis? Aren't you going to take your payment?" Camille asked with a casual smirk, utterly unsurprised as his lips captured hers, both hands gripping her hips as she wrapped her hands around his neck to support herself, her legs sitting on a desk a few meters away.
It was a position of true vulnerability... or it would be if she couldn't snap his neck easily. Her apparent defenceless position would lower his guard more, something he kept up normally.
With a single thrust, he bottomed out inside her, and her eyes widened in surprise at how... full she felt, her advanced nerves sending waves of pleasure through her body as she moaned despite herself.
Even as she moaned into his mouth, she could see his own eyes widen at how unbelievably tight she was, her mechanical cunt clenching down on the massive invading shaft plundering her well-lubricated hole.
This was a competition, an unspoken one... would he make her climax with his unnaturally fat dick first, or would her inhumanly tight slit force him to cum, his seed flooding into her long barren womb.
As his digits moved back to her breasts, toying with her nipples and groping the wonderfully soft flesh, she had to admit she was impressed, the look in his eyes told her he knew what she was doing... but he was going along with it because he was confident he could stop himself from being manipulated.
She was doubly impressed that he hadn't cum yet, she'd had men control fail the moment they plunged their dicks into her vice-like cunt, and none of them had been as large as Shiro... which meant she must feel even tighter than usual as he ploughed into her, fucking her against the workbench roughly, knowing her body wouldn't be so easily damaged.
Clawing at his back slightly, she added a little pain to add to his pleasure, her tongue dancing with his as he fucked her, hard and fast, her moans escaping her and flooding the room as he grunted in satisfaction.
The door was cracked open, and Harriet's glaring eyes were staring at her, angry that she was interfering with her mission. The brat.
Feeling her own climax slowly approaching as she was ploughed, she moaned louder, wondering if she should have sucked him off first, she had been sure she would win any sexual battle... but Shiro's natural gifts seemed a match for her mechanical upgrades.
Shiro's exploring hands grew more... rough, as his own orgasm approached, groping and squeezing her ass and tits without hesitation, and his thrusts became... primal, his hips slamming into her ass as the sound of flesh meeting pseudo-flesh filled the room, a wet squelching sound accompanying it.
NO matter how she tried, nothing could fend off the rapidly approaching climax, and to her shame and annoyance, she came first, breaking their kiss as she let out a quiet scream, her fingernails digging into his back dep enough to draw blood as she came around the fat dick slamming into her.
Looking at him, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the smug smirk on his face as he sped up even faster, railing into her at insane speeds before he too reached his end, slamming into her as he sheathed his entire shaft within her tight wet pussy, twitching as it let out its load inside her.
Pausing for a moment, he sighed in satisfaction as he pulled out of her, both looking down at her slightly stretched slit, a thick stream of sticky white semen leaking out of it onto the ground below.
"Was my payment satisfactory, Mr Eis?" Camille asked calmly, her voice slightly weak as she panted every so quietly.
"It was a good down payment..." Shiro replied with a smirk, flipping her over as he laid her face-first on the cold metal workbench. "A few more of those and you'll be all paid up." he continued simply... before she was filled again.
Yeah... Harriet and Elm wouldn't have been able to handle this. It was only logical that an older, experienced woman took command of the mission to seduce him.
- Ashe -
"Hands apart, legs spread." the guard ordered as she rolled her eyes, obeying despite her annoyance.
As the guard moved behind her, she scowled deeply as his hands patted along her arms, then her stomach and back... before they came to her breasts, patting and groping her over the prison jumpsuit.
He spent an uncomfortable amount of time 'searching' her chest, but eventually, he moved on to her legs, starting at the bottom and working his way up before he reached her ass, his hand stroking her firm backside, not even hiding his intentions as he molested her.
She wanted to kick his ass, the guard didn't look that strong... but she was in the depths of an Atlesian prison, and attacking him would make her situation go from terrible to fatal.
As he moved away, she gave him a fierce glare making him chuckle.
"You done?" Ashe asked, making him smirk.
"No, there were some... suspicious sections on you that need further investigation... are you going to cooperate?" the guard asked, making her scoff.
"Like I have a choice." Ashe growled as he moved back towards her.
Atlas claimed to be the most civilised of the Kingdoms, but scum could be found everywhere, and Atlas was no exception when it came to corruption, and right now, she was getting a first-hand meeting with the corruption and arrogance of Atlas.
She'd been in prison before, several times, and she knew the standard procedure for new prisoners... it didn't usually this, but she had realised something... she usually wasn't going to jail over kidnapping a Schnee.
The guards had mentioned that Willow Schnee had taken an... interest in her case, which was why she was tossed into a cell without ever seeing a court, and she had a feeling the guards had orders to turn a blind eye to anything that happened to her in prison. The cameras probably weren't even on.
It would explain how unconcerned the asshole in front of her was as he reached forwards and unzipped the front of her jumpsuit, pulling it down to her waist, leaving her clad in just an ugly bra they gave her, his eyes locked on her chest.
"Remove it." he ordered, making her scowl as she reached back and undid her bra. She was going to remember this guy face... and when she was out, she was going to make him suffer.
Dropping her bra, she glared at him hotly as he smirked to himself, looking over her naked breasts, her nipples slightly hard from his groping hands.
"Damn... you're gonna be popular in here." he chuckled, reaching forwards and squeezing her tits, unconcerned by the glare she was giving him. "Willow Schnee is one of the most powerful women in Atlas... and you kidnapped her son. That wasn't smart." he said simply as he played with her tits, not even flinching as she spat at his face.
She had fucked up, that much was clear... her tip about Shiro had come from a regular tipper... she had no reason to suspect it after dozens of successful jobs were done on their tips, but she had been used, she put all her family in danger, and some of them even died at 'Talons' hands. She had gotten greedy, gone for a job they just weren't ready for.
After a couple of minutes of roughly groping and squeezing her tits, he spun her around, forcing her to bend over at the waist, her breasts pressing into the cold metal table.
As her jumpsuit was pulled down even further, her panties going with it, she glared back at him as he played with her ass, before sliding his fingers into her exposed slit.
As they started to pump into her, a quiet moan left her despite her best efforts to suppress it, and her glare heated up at the mocking laughter from her molester.
She was going to make his death real slow when she got out of here...
No matter how she tried, she couldn't stop the moans that escaped her as the bastard spent a good few minutes exploring her pussy with his long fingers, occasionally spanking her ass leaving red marks on each pale ass cheek.
Pulling back, he smirked again as he gripped her hair and dragged her back up, forcing her to turn around.
To her shame, she let out a whimpering moan as her slit clenched down on his fingers, making him roar in laugher as she came around his fingers.
As his arousal stained fingers were pushed against her lips, she considered just biting them off, before she reluctantly parted her lips, letting his wet fingers slide into her mouth as she glowered at him.
Pulling back again, he placed his hands on her shoulders and with a smirk, pushed her down to her knees, his bulging trousers inches from her face.
"One last thing before we get you acquainted with your new home... take it out." the guard said coldly as she glared up at him, snarling. "Take it out, or I'll take you to the prison
yard instead so you can get familiar with the other inmates." he said simply as she paused, reaching up and undoing his belt, her glare never changing as she pulled out his thick shaft, frowning in disgust as it slapped against her face. "There we go... now open wide, 'Ashe', need to make sure you aren't hiding anything in your mouth."
"Fuck you." Ashe growled, obeying as she swore to cut his dick off when she got out, the very dick that passed her lips and slid into her warm wet mouth, his hands gripping her hair as he started to thrust, fucking her face with a smirk.
"Gotta admit, the glare just makes it better." he admitted with a laugh as he thrust into her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin as his dick forced its way into her tight throat.
Don't bite down, don't bite down... it'll just get much worse if you do.
- Later -
Giving the smirking guard a fierce glare as she was tossed into her cell, she scowled to herself and sat down on the uncomfortable prison bed.
She had avoided being raped, for now at least... the bastard had been satisfied after blowing his load onto her face and tits, her makeup running down her cheeks.
The jeering prisoners taunting her and making lewd comments as she was lead to her cell hadn't helped, especially since her jumpsuit was still hanging around her waist leaving her tits on full display, and she still had his cum on her face. She had no doubt half the cell block was beating it to the image of her in chains, cum dripping off her half-naked body.
She was starting to regret giving herself up... but it was her best option.
She didn't trust Shiro, not even remotely... but her crew was her family, and she couldn't let them get wiped out by some terrorists she'd been tricked by. Her only real option now was to wait, and hope Shiro was serious about busting them out or she'd be in this hole for a long, long time.
She gave it a week at most before she got made into someone's prison bitch, best case scenario it would be a single man who was feared in the prison, worst case... it would be a gang or two sharing her.
All her crew had been sent to another prison, to separate her from them and leave her vulnerable... and while she was tough, she was more of a thinker than a brute strength type, and she wouldn't be able to fight off the other prisoners if they came in numbers...
Was there going to be a catch? Obviously, if Shiro was telling the truth about being the crime lord that took over Vale, well... she'd heard of his ruthlessness and vindictive nature. He'd want to make her pay for daring to kidnap him... but if it would keep her crew alive she'd go along with it.
That was the responsibility of a leader after all.
...She just hoped he came for her sooner rather than later.
Pausing, she moved around in her seat and stood back up, pulling back the covers and staring at the small scroll sitting on her bed.
'Now, shall we negotiate how much your freedom is worth to you, Miss Caledonia?'
She had to give Shiro one thing... he had a sense for the dramatic.
- The Guard -
You'd think breaking into an Atlesian Prison would be hard, it really wasn't. One hard-light image projector to change my face, a knocked out guard with some modified memories, and some hacked systems and I just walked right in.
Ashe is going to be fun, I needed some more brute type minions, and her Rebels will work just fine...
Also, she looks really sexy when she's pissed off, it made the blowjob even better. Great ass, as well.
- Sombra -
"You finally did something right, little hacker." Widowmaker said with a cold smirk as she returned to the base. "But where were you during the fight? I can't help but notice you didn't join in..."
"I'm a lover, not a fighter." Sombra replied easily, smirking at the assassin. "Besides, anonymity is my best weapon, I was hardly going to let myself be seen by a bunch of Atlesian Specialists."
"Coward." Widowmaker replied simply.
"Psychopath." Sombra replied idly as she typed into her scroll.
It was easier to ignore Widows needling when she knew what awaited her... it was going to be fun watching the blue bitch choke on Shiro's dick after her mind had been broken... again.
"Sombra, you did well." Akande, Doomfist, said simply. "You and Moira will be our point of contact with your newest member, Moira can meet up with him without it being suspicious, and I trust you can get to him unnoticed when necessary?"
"I can, between the two of us there isn't a security system on Remnant that can keep us out." Sombra agreed.
As he walked away, she stopped herself from letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Of everyone in Talon, Doomfist was the most likely to catch on to her treachery... and she didn't want that golden fist wrapped around her neck.
'He seems nice, so that's the big bad Doomfist, huh?'
"You know, if you're gonna hack my scroll you could at least ask first, 'friend'."
'Asking is for morons, I'll show your privacy the same respect you do mine. Come pay me a visit when you want to talk about getting you some upgrades so you can play with the big boys.'
...Oh yeah, she and Shiro were going to get along just fine.
Did she think that Shiro was going to make sure she couldn't use her upgrades against him? Obviously, but he was right... her body was simply too primitive to keep up with him or get any further in her craft.
- Ozpin -
Smiling, he looked at the tanned woman, old and little, walking into his office with a slight smile, black hair whitened with age and wrinkles covering her once youthful face. One of her eyes crinkled as she smiled, a small tattoo beneath it, the other hidden by an eyepatch covering an old wound.
"I should have known I hadn't fooled you." she said, sitting in front of his desk with a nostalgic smile. "But I certainly didn't think you knew where I was." Ana Amari admitted.
"When you faked your death, I did believe it... for a time, until I got a report of a vigilante hunter running around, taking out Grimm and criminals alike with a sniper rifle. The Ghost of Vacou, really?" he asked in amusement, making her scoff.
"I didn't choose it, what do you want, Ozpin? I'm a retired old woman now." Ana said bluntly making him laugh slightly.
"Retired old women don't run around taking down criminal and Grimm, but I digress. When I realised you were alive, I decided to leave you be... you had your reasons for staying away, even if I don't agree with them, but I require your services once more." Ozpin admitted making her eyes narrow.
"The last time I took a mission from you, I failed, Summer died, and we lost our only silver-eyed warrior." Ana said bluntly, making him sigh.
"That wasn't your fault, none of us could have anticipated the size of the force Salem sent after her, nor that she already knew where Summer was... and where she was going. I should have sent more than the two of you, the fault lies with me for not noticing our leak, and it has been... dealt with." Ozpin admitted sadly. "But I figured you would say something like that... which is why I don't want you to protect anyone this time. I need you for your skills at unseen surveillance." he admitted, watching her eyebrow raise.
"Oh? I thought that brat Qrow dealt with that now?" Ana asked, making him frown.
"He does, and that is the problem considering the person I want you to observe is Qrow himself." Ozpin said, watching her pause.
"You think Qrow, of all people, might have betrayed your cause?" Ana asked, disbelief in her tone.
"I know, Qrow has been one of my most loyal allies for decades, but over the years I have had the dubious honour to get skilled at spotting wavering loyalties. Qrow hides it well, under his usual sarcastic and prickly personality, but he has grown... bitter, and I do not know why. He has always had problems with Glynda's professionalism and James militaristic mindset, but now he is outright hostile towards them... and he has almost completely stopped reporting in." Ozpin said with a sigh.
"Do you think he has joined his sister... or Her?" Ana asked seriously.
"I do not believe he has joined Salem, nor do I think he has returned to the Branwen tribe... but I must know for certain. Qrow knows more of my secrets than almost anyone else." Ozpin admitted. "I do believe this has something to do with his bastard son, Shiro Eis, though I do not believe Shiro was directly responsible, but Qrow's change started after he found out about his son."
"...I'll look into it, as long as it is just surveillance. I am retired, after all." Ana said lightly.
"You are no more ready for retirement than I am, Ana." Ozpin said with some humour in his tone.
"Well, we can't all just hop into a younger body, some of us are stuck with our old age." Ana replied easily. "I'm old, Ozpin... old and slow. Hunting is a young woman's game."
"That it is, I take it you have heard then?" he asked, making her scoff.
"I kept an eye on her, Fareeha applied to Beacon then?" Ana asked.
"She did, passed her application test with flying colours... quite literally considering she brought a jet-pack." he confirmed with a chuckle, even as she sighed.
"I never wanted this life for her... but I won't stop her, not after being absent from her life for so long." Ana said sadly.
"I'll keep her out of the more dangerous missions, and she is hardly the only child of the 'old guard' joining this year, Brigitte Lindholm will be starting next year as well... Torbjörn and Reinhardt haven't stopped bragging about her results all summer." Ozpin said with a chuckle. "Raven's daughter, Yang, will be starting as well, and Summer's daughter isn't far behind. I've considered finding a reason to move her up a year or two without attracting any unwanted attention."
Next years roster was certainly filled with some rather interesting students. The Invincible Girl of Mistral, a rather famous young woman named Hana Song who used a giant mech in battle of all things, an Atlesian duellist named Fiora, the Schnee Heiress, another tournament fighter called Riven, and more than a few others.t
"She has the eyes then? If Salem discovers her, she'll be dead within the week." Ana warned.
"Which is why I want her here, it's far safer than Patch, and she'll need the extra training to survive, as a trainee Huntress it's only a matter of time before she awakens her eyes and when she does, Salem will know." Ozpin agreed. "But if I just move her up with no viable excuse, it'll just attract more attention onto her, and Salem already has agents seen in Vale."
"Of course she does..." Ana said with a sigh. "Here, she'll be able to live long enough to come into her powers... have you considered tracking down Maria?"
"I already know where she is, but until Ruby awakens her eyes there is little reason pulling her out of hiding, I already have a Maiden and a Relic in beacon, having two Silver-eyed Warriors, even if one doesn't have her eyes any more, would just make Beacon too tempting a target." he admitted.
"Fair enough... will that be all?" Ana asked.
"Business-wise, yes... but will you not consider staying around a while? Torbjörn, Reinhardt and Angela would be overjoyed to see you again." Ozpin asked, making her laugh.
"Rein and Torb... teachers, the poor children. And Angela, a school nurse? Any other old guard you are planning on making play teacher?" she asked with a laugh.
"None right now, mostly because I'm fairly certain you would shoot me if I offered." Ozpin admitted easily. "And Salem is growing ever more active, keeping as many defenders in Beacon as possible is the sound choice." he said after a moment.
"I... not right now, perhaps one day we can all catch up, but not now." Ana said simply after a moment, a hint of pain on her face.
"They don't blame you, Rein blames himself for not going with you, Torb thinks he should have made better equipment for you all." Ozpin said soothingly.
"I know they don't, but that doesn't mean I don't blame myself." Ana said calmly. "For now, I'll go and find out what Qrow is up to."
"You have my thanks." Ozpin said with a smile, things were heating up... and he would need all hands on deck for the impending war. The game had started again, and he needed more pieces to counter the ones Salem had brought to the table.
- Bonus Scene - Nevermore -
Looking over the slaughterhouse that had been one of her bases, she scowled to herself deeply at the sight of the dismembered bodies, limbs scattered and corpses piled up in the middle of the room...
What the hell had she done to piss off the fucking Bandit Queen? The Branwen bitch had made it her goal in life to massacre as many of her men as possible, often in slow and painful ways and no one had a clue why she suddenly attacked them.
The only good side to this was that Raven Branwen's slaughter wasn't limited to just her spiders, but Sett's men and even the smaller Shimada clan were under attack. The Shimada's were all but gone now, their castle a mass tomb.
She had never been happier to have sent her twin daughters off to their deadbeat dad in Vale, far away from this fucking nightmare.
Frowning, she turned to ask her men what was taking so long before she froze in place, meeting a pair of baleful red eyes as Raven used one of her men's tops to clean the blood off her blade, the men she brought with her lying dead around the psychopath.
She considered pulling out her weapon, but the almost amused look in the deranged serial killer's eyes stopped her in place. On her best day, she wouldn't be able to beat someone like Raven Branwen, not if she caught her by surprise and had a dozen of her best men supporting her.
...and right now her best men were somewhere in the corpse pile behind her.
"Miss Branwen... if I'm going to die can I at least know what I did to piss you off so much?" Lil Miss Malachite asked, keeping her cool even as Raven shot forwards, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, the blade pressed against her throat.
"You're the leader, right?" Raven's icy voice asked.
"...You don't even know me? So this isn't personal. Yes, I'm in charge of these men." Lil Miss said, gasping slightly as the blade was pulled back.
"...You get to live. This isn't personal, just business." Raven said simply, swinging her blade and opening a portal.
"Whatever they paid you, I'll double it just for a name." Lil Miss offered, making Raven's lips twitch in amusement.
"You can't afford that, and you'll see them sooner or later anyway." Raven said with a slight hint of amusement in her tone as she walked through the portal without another word.
That was... telling, and rather foreboding.
Raven Branwen turning assassin wasn't that much of a surprise, honestly, she was surprised it took so long. The fact that someone had put a leash on her and turned her into their attack dog was far more worrying... especially if that someone intended to move into Mistral's underworld... which now had one massive vacuum in it.
A part of her wanted to try and fight her unseen enemy... but she was a pragmatist at heart. All that would achieve would be a quick death at Raven's hands... if she was lucky, she only survived this meeting because Raven clearly had orders to not kill her.
So, she'd watch and wait, and when the new crime family moved in, she'd offer her services in taming Mistral, in exchange for a decent position in their organisation.
Was she pissed her men had been slaughtered? Of course, she was, but that was the life of a criminal, and she had done the same and worse to smaller criminal gangs who had tried forming in her turf.
She simply knew when to fold on a bad hand, and hope the dealer would give her a better one next time.
Next Update: Sorcerer's Ambition, Ch09
Authors Note: This chapter was almost delayed by the most sinister of things... Skyrim. I reinstalled it, modded the hell out of it and am back for my twentieth playthrough of the time-sink. Vampire Mage Assassin for the win.
Also, Legacy of the Duellist. Probably the best Yu-gi-oh game out there, and my Toon deck kicks ass, but not as much as my effect damage or Gravekeeper deck though.
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