The Jet exploded violently, into thousands of shards, leaving little clue as to what had caused the blast itself. The few that survived the initial blast died from the drop to the water, and they had removed all the parachutes on the plane in advance. The media blamed the disaster on lack of employee skill, the company itself on faulty engines. Neither of them were correct, and if the plan succeeded, they wouldn't ever know what had truly left 400 corpses in the sea. They had covered their tracks perfectly, leaving no evidence whatsoever. There was only one flaw, one minor detail that could derail the entire mission.

The survivor.

The White Fang may have turned to criminal actions, but that did not mean they were imprecise, or blunt with their actions. There were few instances where incidents like this had to occur, and when they did, the organization as a whole suffered a moral defeat. In their quest for equality, they were harming those they wished to gain the respect of, and the meaning of that was not lost on the newer members. Their newfound philosophy of using fear as a weapon led to a mass exodus of the peaceful protesters that the organization used to be comprised of, and radical terrorists, who would try almost anything in pursuit of their goal, replaced them. Older members that hadn't left were beginning to grow uneasy, and tried multiple times to clean the White Fang's slate- halfheartedly at best, however. The reason they still stuck around, and participated in the acts of unnecessary violence, was perhaps the worst; it was actually working.

None of them would admit it to themselves, but the syndicated crime was far more effective than the rallies. Perhaps it was out of fear, out of respect, or maybe even genuine kindness, but fauna everywhere were getting the royalty treatment. People wouldn't say a stray word to them, fearful that the rebellion would kill them, or worse. Store owners would go out of their way for them, sometimes not even billing them for their items. Laws were passed that made discrimination illegal, and that was perhaps the final straw for Blake. She had watched the White Fang kidnap and torture various politicians and businessmen, forcing them to push for the bill's success. They had led attacks on large companies that refused to hire fauna, sometimes even stealing large quantities of their products for their own purposes before, but that had never seemed 'wrong'. There was never any human interaction, and fighting was with security drones, or the occasional guard. But the things they had done to those politicians? Blake shuddered at the thought.

So she left. Blake managed to secure a spot at the prestigious Beacon Academy, and used that as her excuse to leave. Her 'friends' were sad to see her go, if only for her pure acrobatic talent. She knew they would ask her to perform increasingly audacious tasks, and she wanted to leave as soon as humanly possible. Before it ended in bloodshed.