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White Fang Hideout

Almond stretched his arms as he awoke from his slumber, and it felt incredibly good when he heard his back pop a little. The bliss was great, he felt a lot of tingling sensation with each pop that emitted from his back. To describe the amount of pleasure that he got from the tinglings were indescribable, but it was bliss in a nutshell. He got off the bed carefully, and made his way towards the living room, hoping that there were some free groceries inside the fridge. He opened the door to the open fridge, and found a carton of eggs, along with some ham. He took out two of the pearly white eggs out of the carton, and took out three slices of ham. He took out a frying pan, and looked for some oil and seasoning. Thankfully, the shelf contained salt, pepper, and olive oil for use. He turned on a fire, and let the frying pan sit on to of the flame for a while, before pouring oil over the pan, and coating the bottom with the hick liquid. After a while, he cracked the eggs over the pan, and started to cook the eggs sunny side up, and seasoned them with some salt and pepper.

After the eggs were placed on a clean plate, he started to fry the ham, which gave off a rather salty and savory smell while it cooked. His stomach growled at the delicious smell, and he nearly drooled on the spot. He did have the willpower to make sure that he didn't, and in the end, the hams were cooked rather nicely. When he touched them, he noticed how the ham felt rather crinkled and tough, and yet at the same time, when he pressed his finger against it, there were several juices that oozed out from the touch. He licked his lips, he knew this meal was going to be spectacular. Shame he didn't have any bread, he could've made a sandwich right then and there.

Of course, he wasn't going to eat this bare handed, and he looked in the drawers for any possible utensils he could use. Thankfully, there were a fork and knife in the drawer, and he grabbed them to use for his breakfast. He set the plate on the dinner table, pulled up a chair, and then sat down. He noticed that the chair creaked rather loudly, to the point where he was able to hear it rather loudly, due to his sensitive ears. Nevertheless, he did his best to ignore the sounds, and started to take a piece of the egg with his fork. After breaking off a piece of the pearly white egg, he bit into it, and enjoyed the flavor of egg, salt, and pepper. Then came the ham, and when he bit into it, his mouth filled up with the juices of the pork, and the salty and succulent taste of the meat filled his mouth. He quickly gulped down the juice, he didn't want to burn his tongue, and started to chew, and was satisfied with the taste. He dug into the meal, and after fifteen minutes, he was finished with his breakfast.

He sighed and leaned back into his chair, causing a lot of creaking noises to pierce into his ear, and he immediately regretted that decision. Even though he felt relaxed, his entire body shook with absolute disturbance as soon as the creaking met his ears. He ended up getting up, and placing the chair far away from the table, and tested the other chair. This one creaked at the same wavelength as the previous one, and that just annoyed Almond, looks like he was going to have to get some new chairs at the store. Then again, he had to grab all his clothes from the apartment first, and he knew that he didn't have many of those, so he could just bring a trash bag and collect all of his clothing articles. He looked at the clock, just to get a figure of how much time he had, and discovered that he did have a rather long time before the meeting occurred. It was currently ten in the morning, which meant that he did have six hours before the entire meeting. That was good, that meant he could return back just in time to get away with some stuff, and get one single chair that didn't creak so loudly. He got up, picked up his key, and left the apartment, locking the door behind him as he went. He didn't want anyone to break into his room, not on the second day. Always paid to be cautious, after all.

Wicket Headquarters, Cerulean's Office

The head of the large criminal family sighed as he put down the Scroll he had in his hands, and leaned back into his chair. He had just got off the call with the pathologist that he had hired a few days ago. The person he hired had been autopsying the body of the faunus arson victim, which had been purchased for a reasonable sum. The police were rather easy to bribe, which made jobs easier for the entire Wicket family, since the police wasn't nearly paid enough to do several jobs that they had to do. In fact, the Warrick and Wicket families were uniting together to investigate the Tower Fall incident, and were attempting to uncover the truth behind this Bullhead crash. Both of the families were uniting their strength to help out the citizens of Vale, assisting in several investigations and providing aid towards the homeless... except for the fact that the Wickets were the only one assisting the faunus community. The Warrick were highly racist towards faunus, and Garnet even stated that he'd like to shake the hand of the person that set the faunus on fire. That was a trait that needed to be fixed, it would only go to ruin the entire city. Unfortunately, with the information he got, it was more than a simple arson.

He gave out a deep breath of air as he was leaning back, the news he had received was not good. The pathologist that he hired had asked whether or not this was actually an arson case, and told him the facts of the entire incident. The guy was nearly dead before he was set on fire, and that was primarily due to the fact that there were numerous broken bones and skin peeling that were actually evident in the body. The guy stated that this person's internal system was so ruined that he literally had to pull out pieces of bone off the insides. He didn't ask for further details, just knew that the person had been beaten up so cruelly and viciously. The arson was probably there to cover up the crime, and to make sure that the person wasn't noticed.

Thankfully enough, the pathologist had managed to find some undamaged tissue, and had managed to discover the identity of the victim: a dog faunus named Kirsch Periwinkle. The poor person didn't have that many contacts to alert them of these news, but there were several friends that he could talk to. The CCT was generous enough to allow them to 'borrow' that information, and the list of numbers were right in front of him. The list was rather small, with only six phone numbers to go through. He started to dial the first number on the list, and waited for the person to answer the call. He may be here for a while.

White Fang Hideout

Curcurbit sat on the chair in the recruit's apartment, and was somewhat amused by the fact that the guy had gotten new chairs for the place. The person in charge of the White Fang operations in Vale, Rust Bertolf. The guy was wearing the White Fang mask, which covered his entire face, and was wearing that silly top hat. He was dressed in a black trench coat, with his weapon somewhere else. Curcurbit didn't know this guy's semblance, but knew it had to be somewhat devastating, he was said to be a high ranking person in the White Fang. This person of high importance was sitting casually, with his right leg over his left, and was sitting rather casually on the creaky wooden chair. The newbie, whose name was Almond, was sitting opposite from them, with his weapon on the table. The weapon was a machete, and it did appear to be just that.

"So, you made this weapon yourself? Tell me, what does your machete transform into?" Almond took the weapon into his hand, and unlocked the blade part, which caused the blade to fall off the handle, with a single chain that helped the blade stay attached. Above the chain was a small barrel, and a trigger popped right from the handle, which allowed Almond to shoot the gun. Rust didn't seem that amused, and Curcurbit had to admit that the weapon did seem a bit too much.

"What, is it an automatic pistol? If it is, then that's good, it'll be able to help deal with some of our enemies." Almond nodded, and they seemed perfectly okay with his answer. Curcurbit sincerely wondered how well this guy fought, since no one in the White Fang usually brought their own weapons. Was this guy just attempting to stand out or something?

"Now, we do need you to do some stuff for us, after you prove your worth in the training match, of course. After that, we'll send you out on some missions to complete, and you'll be able to get some better places to stay, along with some pocket lien. Deal?" Almond nodded his head, and Rust smiled, overjoyed that the person was willing to fight for the White Fang cause. Rust began to tell the new recruit where the location of the testing would be, and other details about the entire White Fang operations. During the midst of the conversation, Curcurbit's Scroll started to ring, and Rust gave him the okay to just answer the Scroll. Curcurbit accepted the call, and put the Scroll to speaker, and wondered who was calling him.

"Hello, is this Curcurbit here? This is Cerulean Wicket, and I've got some news about Kirsch." Rust looked at Curcurbit, wondering why this mafia don was calling him. Curcurbit merely stared back at Rust with confusion. Then again, this person had information about Kirsch, which did make him curious to discover. He replied by stating that he indeed was Curcurbit, and replied what the information was.

"Well... I have some bad news. Kirsch was confirmed to be the arson victim... and the way he died isn't good either. The autopsy shows that he had been brutalized right before his death, due to the amount of broken bones that were present throughout his body. The pathologist believes that Kirsch was nearly dead when he got burned in that basement... I'm sorry." After that sentence, the call dropped, and a chilling air of tension went throughout the entire room. Rust looked at Curcurbit in worry, and Almond stared at Curcurbit, somewhat guilty of maybe knowing who was behind this. Curcurbit himself looked rather dreadful, his entire skin had turned pale, and his fists were leaking blood from the small gaps between his deathly white fingers. His face was one of a mixture of grief, anger, and sorrow, and the entire room stayed silent for a few minutes, before he exploded.

"Are you fucking kidding me? The guy that died was Kirsch? AND I COULDN'T EVEN FUCKING RECOGNIZE HIM! What kind of fucking friend am I?" Almond winced at Curcurbit screaming, and noticed that Curcurbit's wolf ears were shivering violently. The enraged person swiped his arm through the table, and sent his Scroll flying, which hit a nearby wall and shattered. Rust stayed sitting, although he did look more than ready to get right up to contain Curcurbit if it came to it.

"Those fucking bastards... those goddamn pieces of shits... when I find them, I'll fucking make them suffer! Make hem pay for what they fucking did to Kirsch! I'll avenge him in full power, and I'll make sure I give those monsters a living hell!" Curcurbit had begun to stomp around the room, and slammed a fist right into the wall, and to Almond's shock, he punched straight through it. Wood flew away from his fist as he pulled it out of the wall, and he was seething with rage. His teeth were clenched and there was a large amount of blood-lust pouring out of him.

"I'll kill them! I'll kill all fucking humans! I'll.. I'll..." The raging faunus simply fell to his knees and started to cry, and Rust got up and began to pat the poor soldier on the back, stating that they'll get the bastards for this. Rust did his best to comfort the person, and looked right at Almond, with the expression for him that they'll talk later. Almond nodded, and proceeded to walk right back to his bedroom, and as soon as he entered the room, he closed the door. Curcurbit's bawling was still audible through the walls, and Almond wiped some tears that had grown from his eyes. He knew damn well who was responsible for this, and he really, really wanted to tell that guy who committed these horrible murders... but he couldn't. He had his own friends to protect, and he couldn't risk their lives to satisfy his own emotions. He prayed to Dust that they were alright, and silently fell onto his bed, feeling miserable. He felt ill, and his stomach felt as though someone had given him some nasty bile to drink. He just laid there, with the pillow to his face, feeling horrible about himself. The audible crying didn't make things better.

Charging Porpoise

Vincent found himself right outside the club that he was told to go by Noire, and found himself wondering what the club was about. They were literally remodeling the entrance, and he found that he was rather late; he had arrived a while after closing time. They were repainting the entrance, and there were several scaffolds present to work on the remodeling. He noticed that there were three buff, menacing looking bouncers guarding the area, with good reason as well. Vincent was almost persuaded to just leave and come back tomorrow... well, almost. It was going to take a lot more than that to scare him off from discovering the truth, and protecting Vale from the monsters that lied within.

He approached the security guards casually, as if nothing was wrong. The guards, who had been staring in different directions, all noticed him walking towards them, and they moved to encircle him somewhat. It wasn't a full circle, more like a semi circle, but still, they were highly intent on blocking the way to the club.

"Sorry buddy, we're past closing time. Might want to party hard elsewhere." Vincent simply stared at the bouncers, wondering what he should do. He could just fight these bouncers and gain entrance into the club, but that wasn't smart. He could simply try to sneak in, but what was the point of that? He had a police badge, he could just use that to get in. Which was what he chose to do after one minute of quick thinking.

Vincent took out his police ID and flashed his badge at the three bouncers, and smirked a little, not enough where it was blatantly obvious, but just enough so the most observant person could spot it. None of the bouncers noticed the smirk, but they did spot the ID and the badge. They seemed a bit confused and worried, and looked at each other for ten seconds before turning back at the police officer.

"VPD business, let me into the club. It's none of your business." Vincent made his words hard and cold, making sure that they carried the nonexistent authority of the failing police department. Thankfully, the bouncers appeared to be rather startled, and moved away from him, allowing him entrance into the club. Vincent simply nodded in thanks, and headed inside, noting that the front door was unlocked for some reason. Probably to have people go in and out while cleaning up, he supposed.

The first thing he noticed when he got into the club was that it was rather quiet. Then again, it was past closing time, and the only souls he could spot were some janitors, and a fat man cleaning the bar. Vincent sighed and started to head towards the bartender, remembering what Noire had told him. He was careful walking down to the bar though, considering the fact that there were several wet bubbly puddles on the stairs, all of which threatened to trip him and break his head. The first puddle he nearly tripped on was far too slippery to be water, and he grabbed the handrail just in time to save himself from major damage. He kept that note in mind, and started to be more careful, noting that the puddles probably contained a form of soap inside them.

He finally got to the dance floor after a long, careful walk down the stairs, and headed straight for the bar. The entire bar wasn't that well lit up, and the bar was the only one with an actually light to it. As soon as he got to the bar counter, he leaned on it, gaining a look of irritation from the bartender. The guy's name tag stated that he was called Sorrel, which Vincent stored in his memory. If he was going to frequent this club, better get to know several of the people that worked there.

"What are you doing here, other than just ruining the place I just cleaned up?" Vincent simply looked at the bartender, who seemed completely unamused by the entire incident. He did not look very happy about the fact that Vincent had an elbow right on top of the bar counter, which he had been so meticulously cleaning. Vincent merely sighed and removed his elbow, allowing the bartender to clean up the spot that was made. Vincent coughed into his fist and stood up straight, and stared at Sorrel right in the eyes, before reciting the phrase that Noire told him to say.

Sorrel didn't seem to be very happy when Vincent finished the phrase, and merely gestured for him to come towards the back of the bar. Vincent shrugged and followed the bartender, wondering where they were going. They went straight into the kitchen, and Vincent merely looked around, confused. This was the meeting place? He was expecting something like a conference room, an office, not... a kitchen. That was when he heard a grating sound, and looked at the bartender, who had just moved an oven out of the way, revealing a trap door that had been hidden. The bartender merely opened the trapdoor and gestured for Vincent to walk right in, which Vincent began to do. He noticed that the door led to a brightened staircase, and he began to walk down, wondering where he was going.

As he went down the stairs, Vincent started to hear voices coming from the bottom, and the closer he got, the louder they became. They appeared to be talking about an organization and joining it, along with the purpose of the entire organization. When he got to the bottom, he noticed that the door was made out of metal, with a doorknocker that was made to replicate a... circle with three lines going through it? Vincent actually just stood at the front of the door and inspected the knocker, he had zero clue what this symbol meant. He wasn't that big of a history guy, but this symbol was just... bizarre. He didn't even know what this was for, and after eight minutes of inspecting it, he gave up, and used it to knock on the door. There was a clicking that came from behind the door, with a voice telling him to come in. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the scene.

He wasn't the only one that was contacted by Noire, it appears. In fact, there were around twelve different people inside the room, and they ranged from human to faunus. They all sat at a giant table, one that appeared to belong in a sophisticated conference room. A map of Vale with several key points was on the table, and a strange flag that was situated on one of the walls. There were some computers within the room, with numerous Scrolls that laid right in the middle of the table. He walked towards one of the chairs awkwardly, utterly awed at the sight. The amount of lien that was needed to make all this... it must have costed millions. He sat on an unoccupied chair, and was shocked at how comfy it was. Heck, there was even a cup holder at the right arm, and he felt like he could get somewhat used to this.

"You're late." As soon as Vincent heard that booming voice, he turned towards the sound, only to be greeted by a man sitting at a large chair, at the end of the table. He was wearing a large white mask over his face, and there was a large cloak that hid his body. Vincent tensed up immediately, was this possibly a White Fang meeting? Apparently not, as the guy noticed Vincent's tension, and merely laughed at the sight.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. No, this isn't the White Fang, I'm just wearing this to hide my face. Can't get caught by police after this meeting is over, can I?" Vincent felt that lone statement be directed straight at him, and he fell a little into his chair from that. Then again, that was a high possibility, as this was the first time that all of them met. He stared around the room, and found that there were both men and women here, but all were around his age at least. What was this meeting all about?

"Alright then, we can start to get to this organization and its purpose now. Since we merely went over the idea, we'll talk about the real thing." Everyone at the table stood up and stared right at the masked man, wondering why they were called here at this club. Vincent stood up too, and stared at the masked figure, sincerely wondering what this was all about. Was this a criminal organization like the Wicket family, or was this something else?

"All of us are here for one simple reason: we want to help Vale. It's no lie, Vale is dying, and we are all here in order to help, to allow it to become stronger and safer. My name is Florida, nd that's all you need to know. This organization was created by me, and I will simply state what we will do. We are going to free Vale from the horrible influence it is in, we will act as a police force to assist all of the people. You may ask, why not allow the police or the hunters to do so? The hunters are far too busy with taking Grimm from the outside, they cannot act as the security of Vale. The police are corrupt and negligent, they couldn't even solve a simple case of Dust shop robberies. If you want to help out Vale... then stay and sit. If you're not interested, you can all just simply leave right now." No one moved from their seats, not even Vincent. Even though he was against this entire idea... he had to admit the person was right. The police were just corrupt and far too weak to do any good, and he witnessed that first hand. The Hunters would be nice... but they were too busy to actually help out Vale as a whole. If they wanted change to come, they may as well do it themselves.

The person nodded with approval from all of them, and did give off an air of joy. He continued with his speech, and everyone leaned in to hear more details, as they were all interested about the organizations's methods.

"I am glad you all decided to stay... very well, I will tell you all the truth. The organization will be named the 50 Blessings, and we will do our best to help save Vale. Whether it be killing criminals that run rampant on the streets, taking out White Fang hideouts, giving aid to the homeless... we will strive to help Vale, to save it. If you choose to join, you will receive a new name, and a gift to use throughout every assault mission. You will all be given new Scrolls for usage in communication, and you must all remember that there is only one simple task you can never do: become a traitor. If you betray the trust that I am giving all of you, then we will act swiftly and decisively, and show no mercy. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded, and stayed at attention at their seats, waiting for their next orders. The person waved towards the Scroll, and everyone took only one, and began to get familiar with them. Vincent got a Scroll which did have the icon of an owl in the screen for some reason. The others noticed the icon, and looked back at Miami, who gestured to continue going through the device. Vincent started to inspect the Scroll and several of its programs, and came into contact with one simple word that popped up immediately: Doral.

"The word you all spotted that popped up inside your Scroll is your new name. As such, for example, if you received the word Monticello, that is your name for the 50 Blessings. With that in mind, remember that name, you will use it in your messages to one another... and now, for the gifts. After all, I did promise all of you something, didn't I?" Florida made a single hand wave, and the bartender came out of the door, carrying two large boxes. When he opened the boxes, the first thing he pulled out was a strange mask, that appeared to be replicate a purple panther. The person started to give out the mask to each person, and Vincent received the mask that replicated a chameleon. Vincent was just confused why he had this in his hand, what was this for?

"Those masks all of you have in your hands will be your new face, at least while you undergo an activity for us. I will now talk to all of you privately, in order to learn more about each of you. You will all be given training and a weapon to utilize in the field of action. When you receive a mission, we expect you all to be able to complete it efficiently! Now, I will do the questioning, so all of you please, stay seated, and be patient." Everyone nodded, and the first person to get interviewed was a purple, long haired woman, and the rest simply waited in their seats. The night was going to be long, and after a long time, Vincent was finally called up. He got up and walked straight towards one of the four side rooms. When he entered the room, he noticed that it was sort of like a prison cell, except a bit smaller. Florida was sitting on a stool outside the cell, and gestured for Vincent to go inside. He did just that, and sat down on a chair that was in the cell. He crossed his leg, and started to tap his knee, wondering what the questions will be.

"What is your name and occupation?"

"My name is Vincent Ecru, and I am an officer of the law."

"A policeman then? Why did you join the 50 Blessings then? You could've left at any time."

"I joined because... because of how bad the police department is. It has to change, and I know I can't make changes to Vale within the law."

"So you decide to simply go outside the law? Isn't that a bit... hypocritical? To do a criminal act while having an oath to uphold the law?"

"It isn't when the police are far too incompetent to do anything."

"I see... aren't you an officer? Would you say you are incompetent too?"

"I would say no. I have tried to made changes... none of my colleagues listened."

"Well, I thank you for the honesty. Before I let you go, why do you want to help Vale?"

"I... I don't know. It's my home, and I have always cherished it. Just the fact that it has been going to hell... it sickens me."

"I see. Tell me, what is your agent name, and what mask did you receive?"

"My agent name is Doral apparently, and the mask I received is a chameleon."

"Alright, that'll be all. You can leave if you like."

Vincent then stood up, shook Florida's hand, and started to leave the entire club. As soon as he arrived back home, he sighed and stared right at the mask in his hand. It seemed to be staring back at him... and it gave him an uneasy feeling inside his stomach. His thoughts became muddled, and he found himself desperately wishing to do some harm to anyone. He blinked, and the blood-lust disappeared. He stared at the mask one last time, before putting it away in his closet, and headed straight towards his bedroom. He needed some sleep, he was probably hallucinating from his fatigue.

Two hours later...

"So Tony, how was it acting as the entire head of the 50 Blessings?" Corey and Tony were sitting at the dinner table, and both of them were drinking. Corey was drinking a glass of hard cider, while Tony had been drinking two bottles of beer.

Tony simply growled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before replying that it was rather fun. The entire costume that was made for him was back at the club, hidden inside his office. Now that they had information on their new recruits, they could easily track them down and make sure they didn't turncoat on the 50 Blessings. All they needed to do to make the surveillance even stronger was to simply infiltrate the CCT and implant a program that enabled them to take control of the online connections. The CCT was known for keeping track of all calls and messages sent through Scrolls and computers, and taking control of the building would enable them to record and track calls easier. Ash was trying to make a program to do that very task right now, and Alex was out planning some more Dust heists. Mark was sleeping, and the two of them were discussing some more plans.

"The kids will be useful for all Dust robberies, we need to get the new guys all trained and prepared for any missions, they aren't ready to take on the White Fang yet. We can go out and get several more assets for the organization, but it'll take a long time. We need to obtain more manpower, as well as Dust and lien. You did say we had recruited two engineers, and they will be useful to us in the future. Dust can be taken care of, lien can be supplied temporarily by the club, and for manpower.. well, you'll do the honors as normal. For the 50 Blessings." With that note from Tony, the two clinked their glasses of alcohol, and began to drink some more. After that glass of hard cider, Corey went right to bed, she was getting somewhat sleepy from all this. Tony drank two more beers before watching some television... and proceeded to sleep after six minutes of turning it on. He would sleep there the entire night, with the television playing while he slept.

Vale, Torchwick's Warehouse

"It was supposed to be a simple task, go in, grab the Dust, and get out. Rinse and repeat, until I had nearly all of the stupid Dust in the kingdom. Easy, right? It's not as easy when there's competition, Dust darn it!" The White Fang soldiers that were with Torchwick at the moment merely rolled their eyes at his rant. They didn't see what was so important about the Dust, after all, they stole plenty of it all the time.

Roman was just absolutely seething with anger. Sure, he was able to acquire a good amount of lien the first week of receiving the task... but now the entire supply was dwindling at a rapid rate. No, it wasn't because he was going out and stealing it all, but because there was some paranoid jerks who decided to ruin his moments by robbing all of the Dust shops and stealing the wares he meant to take. Why, it even happened today, and what made it worse was the fact that he was going to rob the store that was hit. When he got to the shop, the entire place was ransacked, the owner was found cowering behind his counter, and there was absolutely NO Dust to steal! Imagine that, coming to a robbery too late!

He couldn't take this insult, he was the greatest thief in Vale, Dust darn it. He took a big whiff of his cigar, things were not looking too good. He couldn't find any Dust to steal, he couldn't find any stupid information on the crummy Alleyway Dumbo, and to make things even worse, he was losing lien. He was losing profits here, and he couldn't have that now! His plans to rob the entire Schnee Transport Boat was still in place, but it wasn't going to help much IF THAT GOT STOLEN TOO. He threw his cigar out of rage, this was getting far too ridiculous too quickly. Was this a rival trying to obtain attention of the stupid boss lady? Well then kudos buddy, you're a poor guy with no life to be chasing after that woman.

He sighed and held his forehead in his hand, all the while pacing back and forth. Honestly, this entire scenario was stupid, and he was getting desperate. He had little to no Dust in his warehouse, and right now, that was the one thing that was assigned to him. He had to find a solution fast. He had an idea spawn out of nowhere, and knew it had to be done. Just get some of the soldiers to merely go throughout Vale, robbing Dust shops as they went. It was risky, it was stupid, it was most likely not going to work, but he was desperate at this point. Just get a Bullhead to transport the mutts, and it'll all be good.

In the end, he ordered the White Fang soldiers present to do just that, and took out another cigar to smoke. He had a raging headache, and he felt as though he needed a vacation. A long one, one that would not be interrupted by the entire chaos going on.

And that was the sixty third installment of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the Fans! I'm not dead, I've just had less time to make the chapter! Yes, as I said before, college has swarmed upon me, and I will be unable to continue the chapter a day. I will try my best to keep that promise in line... but keep in mind, I am a human. I will need time to rest and to restore my energy, and I am given a LOT less time than during the summer time. I will definitely improve my writing, but I hope that you all stay with me here, because it's going to become a bumpy ride of uncertainty. Of course, when it comes close to exam times, I will take haitus to study and get good scores. It's inevitable, sadly enough. Well, if you did like this series, please favorite, follow, and review! And as always, enjoy hurting people!

Review Response Time!

tH1s: Showing and telling? Hmmm, my writing style usually has me do a lot of telling, considering the fact that I am doing it from a third person view far too many times. However, I will try my best to start implementing more showing in the writing! Wish me luck though.

grayfox7365: Thank you so much for the compliment! I only put in music for the night club, simply because I was thinking that the music should fit in only in that portion, since... well, the Fans have the soundtrack playing at that moment. I don't put in an OST at certain scenes for two reasons: I'm not very good at it, and I feel like you should be listening to whatever you feel is appropriate during that moment. But who knows, I may take your suggestion and perhaps implement it. That's a maybe at most. And as for Team MRON... well, they're not idle, to say the least. They've just not have any significant roles right now, as they are rather busy outside of Vale, tending to several villages that needed their help. But don't you worry, they WILL be included soon, and to say the least, well, they will be investigating the entire occurrences when you see them again. Anyways, I love your fanfic, Hotline Miami: War Stories, and I hope to see more chapters pop out! Kudos to you, and I hope to see your next review!

Rrbb: Holy moly, you're right! Thanks for pointing that out, even I didn't notice! The mistake has been fixed, and this response will be late I believe. Ahahaha, sorry... but thank you for pointing out that mistake!

PowerLemons: I'm shocked as well. When I started this fanfiction, I didn't really expect it to explode as it did. It's alright for you to review on a guest account though, as long as it is a review! I hope to see you review again my friend, I like to respond to them.