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White Fang Hideout, Vale Residential District

Vincent parked his car on the side of the road, making sure that he wasn't actually making any wrong moves while in the midst of parking. He was in his own car, and right now, he was trying his best to see where he was parking in this dim lighted street. He was in the lower class district of Vale, although not the slums, it still wasn't as good as the middle class places. The buildings did look better than the ones in the slums, since they didn't have any holes, broken windows everywhere and they did seem to be cleaned sometimes. However, there were still some broken windows here and there, along with some graffiti on the walls. The buildings did attempt to clean their walls of the vandalism, but the attempt appeared to be failing, as there were several amounts of graffiti and drawings all over the walls. Although this place was more crime free than the slums, it still had its fair share of problems. Nevertheless, he had a mission to do, and he was ordered to do it by the 50 Blessings.

The first thing he noticed when he left the car was that the address he was given appeared to be an apartment complex, and there was some graffiti on the walls. The second thing he discovered was that the apartment complex had some REALLY loud music playing, to the point where he could hear it outside. Might as well put on his police uniform, which he had kept in the back.

-Cue I May Fall, RWBY OST

He opened the back door, and entered the car, and proceeded to change. He did it quickly though, and after two minutes, he was in his police uniform and gloves, along with a service pistol loaded with live ammunition. He had actually saved up some of his lien to purchase the valuable six Dust bullets that were loaded in his revolver, and he was going to be sad to lose them. He really wanted to use them in a point where it was absolutely necessary, but if he had to scare these guys with some point and they charged him, he couldn't risk any chances. He was going to have to use his pistol as a means of taking them down permanently.

The chameleon mask was there as well, and it looked as though it was actually staring back at him, with red eyes and a wickedly sharp grin on its face. He tried to divert his gaze, but discovered he could not, and the mask appeared to be burrowing deep into his soul, and demanded to put it on. To wear the mask, to become one with his true self, to embrace the powers the mask offered him. Vincent took the mask into his hands, and inspected it, turning it side to side to see how it was shaped. The mask was in great condition, and the rubber felt rather like a leather quality, and he wondered if the mask was made with actual chameleon skin. With a sigh, he decided to put on the mask anyways, after all, if anyone survived, he couldn't risk a witness pointing out who he was. He took off the name tag off his uniform and placed it in the back seat, and removed his police cap. He placed the mask over his head, and put back the cap, before becoming overwhelmed by the voices of the mask.

Grehahaha... now you are no longer Vincent, and I am no longer a mere mask. Together... we are Doral, and we will purge that place of its inhabitants, TOGETHER.

Inside the Place



Julia sighed as she tried her best to cover her bunny ears from the loud music coming from the top floor. True, there were only two floors, and only eight apartments in total, but holy Dust, those guys could really tone it down up there. She had been entertaining her boyfriend and his daughter, when those guys started to play their loud music. While she was in the White Fang, her boyfriend stayed out of the organization. Not because he wasn't loyal to the faunus cause, oh no, but it was because he had a daughter to look after. She loved his daughter as if she was her own child, and she really wanted to marry her boyfriend, Jack. His story was rather sad, his previous girlfriend had dumped the child unto him and moved all the way to Vacuo, simply to chase another guy in her life. Jack was a wolf faunus, as was Lily, and she did like the times where they had fun times while Lily slept. His power showed really well when they were in bed.

A knock was heard at the front door, and she could hear the grumbling of the landlord, Puce, as he walked towards the door. Everyone except for the party people were having trouble sleeping, and the loud music ruined their attempts of having sleep. Heck, Lily couldn't sleep simply because of the loud music, and not even several ear plugs would help. She really wanted to go upstairs and give the inhabitants a piece of her mind, but half of the apartment dwellers were up in the party, and it wasn't fair for them to just go up and demand the end of the party just for the sake of sleep. Jack did always tell her that she needed to be more assertive at times, but she couldn't find the will to do so. Not because she was nervous or afraid, but because it would be rude to the people inside the party. Though she needed to be honest, those guys should've just gone to The Charging Porpoise if they really wanted to party. That club was amazing, and let all faunus in. Shame they let in humans too, but hey, it was the only club that allowed them in, so it was still good.

Despite the music, thanks to her faunus hearing, she could hear Puce talking to the guy outside. She heard only fragments of it, but the situation seemed that help was on its way to stop the party, and she sighed out of relief. Finally, the police came, despite the fact that they were incompetent bastards. Hopefully they sent a faunus policeman, she didn't want a human walking in the apartment.

"You're a police officer? Why on Remnant are you here right now then?" asked Puce, as he stood in front of the door, utterly confused by the entire situation going on. He had looked through the spyglass, and found a Vale police cap blocking his vision, and the person knocking explained that he was a Vale police officer reporting in here for some reason. He couldn't really hear him about the reason he came, which is why he shouted his question, hopefully it got into the ears of the police officer over the din of the bloody party. He had half a mind to just stomp up right there and put an end to the party.

"I'm here for a noise complaint, I'm here to put an end to the loud music going on." Puce sighed out of relief, finally some help. He really couldn't stand the loud music anymore, and what better way to have it end than to have a police officer show up? True, this entire building was inhabited by White Fang troops, but maybe they would still be scared of the authority. That was the best bet he had. He unlocked the door, and started to open it, in order to let the police officer in.

"It's about time that you sh-" Before he could finish his sentence, a hand clamped over his mouth, and he looked in horror when the police officer lifted his head. That was no goddamn human or faunus, it was a fucking monster. What kind of person had a chameleon head with glowing yellow eyes and ridiculously sharp teeth? He grasped the person's arm, and discovered how iron tight the person was grabbing his mouth. The bastard's arm felt like steel, and he had trouble pulling it off, despite his boar faunus strength. That was when he heard three shots go off, and felt as though his stomach burst into flames. He felt blood rush right into his mouth, and began to choke him, and he desperately began to try to get the person's hand off of his mouth. He felt himself burning from the pain and started to choke on the blood inside his mouth, and started to kick the person in the shin. The person didn't even register any pain, and just stood there, with the hand over his mouth. He started to feel horrible, and started to black out.

Doral scowled as he dropped the person, and proceeded to thrash his arm in order to remove all of the blood on his hand. He looked down at the bastard, and found only two holes in the person's gut. Aura must have spared the bastard one bullet, but that was good. He could easily get another weapon off the other guys here. He started to walk to the first apartment door he spotted. He walked carefully, with the service pistol in hand. He wanted to ensure that he didn't get ambushed by anyone inside the room.

Julia pressed her ears against the door, hopefully to figure out who the officer was. and she could hear the door opening, with Puce asking the police officer what was taking so long. Before he could finish his sentence, he got muffled by something, and she heard three shots go off. She immediately withdrew from the spot and put her hands over her mouth, absolutely shocked by what she had just heard. The supposed police officer had just shot Puce three times, and now Puce was probably dead. Which mean... Oh Dust, he was coming for them NEXT.

"Lily, go inside your room, and hide under your bed. Don't come out until we tell you to, okay?" Jack and Lily stared at her oddly, wondering what was going on. Julia made a quick motion for him to just do what she said, and walked silently to grab a knife from the counter. Jack merely started to escort Lily to her room, and Julia crouched behind one of the sofas in the room. She turned the knife around so that it pointed downwards, and kept an eye on the door, prepared for anything that would pop out. She waited patiently, using her faunus hearing to the best of her ability. Even through the music, she could hear the footsteps of the monster that was coming towards the apartment, and she peeked out of her cover, just to see how Lily and Jack were doing. Lily's room door opened, and Jack stood there, with a baseball bat in hand. She hated herself for dragging Jack into this, he wasn't a part of the White Fang, he and Lily didn't deserve this. But because of her... they were stuck in this mess too.

The door creaked open, and she peeked out to see what they were up against. What she discovered was the fact this... thing wasn't anything she could actually analyze or comprehend. The person had a police uniform all right, but it had blood all over its right arm, which carried a bloody service pistol, and the front of the uniform. The head of the person was one of a chameleon, but there was something SO wrong about it... for example, she knew that a tongue of a chameleon shouldn't look so... long and sharp. And a chameleon didn't even have sharp teeth, but lo and behold, the person right in front of her had the sharpest teeth that would put a beowolf to shame.

The thing pulled up its right arm, which had begun to drip blood, and started to look around the room. Jack slowly raised the baseball bat over his head, ready to engage. However, the beast didn't come close to him, rather, it went near the couch that Julia was hiding behind. As soon as she heard the monster get close to her, she jumped out of her hiding place and stabbed downwards with the knife, hoping that the bastard didn't have an aura. Fortunately for her, the person didn't expect it, but at the same time, caught her arm before she could stab him. The monster's grip was like steel, and she could feel it pierce through her skin. She cried out in pain, and Jack rushed out from Lily's room, roaring and slamming the baseball bat right on the monster's left shoulder. The monster growled, and loosened its grip on Julia, just enough for her to escape his grasp and back away. She clutched her arm and winced, the monster had been able to piece through her aura to do that much damage. Even though her aura wasn't that large, the bastard was still able to break through it as though it was butter. She had to kill this thing before it could kill the rest of her friends... and to avenge Puce.

Before she could charge at the monster and stab him, the person still had his right arm free, and quickly took aim at Julia before opening fire with the revolver. Three shots were taken, and each of them impacted Julia in her stomach, right shoulder, and neck. While the neck was blocked by her aura, her stomach and shoulder was hit rather hard, and she started to feel blood pour out of her gun shot wounds. She quickly dropped the knife and clutched her stomach shot with her left hand, wincing and fell backwards, trying to ease the pain. It BURNED. Oh Dust, it felt like her own stomach was beginning to dissolve... this was probably why the White Fang soldiers said that gut-shot wounds were the worse to experience. She started to back away, as the beast came towards her, grinning and laughing horribly, at least until Jack intervened.

With a roar, he rushed the bastard with his baseball bat, and swung downwards, only to be parried by the service revolver the person was carrying. The person threw the pistol at Jack's face, hitting him right in the eyes, and he got blood over his eyes. He immediately stepped back and tried to wipe his eyes of the crimson liquid, only to give the enemy ample time to grab Lily's knife and chuck it straight at him. The knife embedded itself straight into his forehead, piercing through his skull and entering his brain, killing him instantly. He fell to the ground, with the knife sticking out rather crudely. Doral didn't bother to try to pull the knife out, he just went straight for the baseball bat, and picked it up with his right hand. He found it to be rather useful in the sense that it could easily obliterate a person's brain, and stared right back at Julia, the yellow eyes glowing viciously.

Julia's eyes widened, and she started to scoot backwards as fast as she could, in order to get away from the monster that had killed Jack. Her knife was embedded in Jack's forehead, so there was no weapon around for her to use... she knew she wouldn't be able to defeat this person. She had to run for now, and get help. She started to wince as she got to her feet, using the glass top coffee table as assistance. She needed to get away from the bastard as far as she could, but the gunshot wound in her stomach and her shoulder were not helping her out at all. She did her utter best to actually get up, but her bloody hand slipped on to glass top, she fell down again, this time harder. The blood that was pouring from her shoulder was making her tired, and she was doing her best to cover up the gut wound. She felt herself passing out, and when she looked upward, she saw the figure of a baseball bat coming down right upon her. She felt pain, and fell down, not bothering to try to even get up. She watched with difficulty as the person stood over her, and started to walk away. She felt some warm blood run down her forehead, and started to drift off to sleep.

Lily shivered and shook under the bed, she didn't like hearing what was going on outside. She hoped nothing bad happened to daddy, and that everything was going to be okay. The sounds outside seemed really scary, and she really hoped it wasn't an omen. She wanted to be back with Julia and her father, back in the park where they used to hang out all the time. Where they would just sit there laughing at some of the books that Julia would read to her, and eat ice cream together. She heard someone walking towards her room, but stayed under the bed, just in case it wasn't who she thought it was. It wasn't.

The person had shoes that shouldn't fit in, and in fact, were covered in red. That sign alone told her that this wasn't her father, and she began to back away as quietly as she could, in order to get further away from the person. The person stopped in his tracks and started to turn around, before leaving the darkened room completely. As soon as she heard his footsteps disappear, she started to sob into her arms, crying for her father. She had no illusions about what happened, and she knew her father was not alive. She smelt his blood within those shoes, after all.

Doral exited the apartment room, and started to explore the next room. Empty, devoid of all life, and the only thing there was just furniture and darkness. He chose to look around anyways, who knew what weapons were calling out for him to use. Maybe some more bullets for his service revolver, which he had picked up previously. He was definitely going to have to clean his outfit and gun after this mission, they were far too bloody to go out logically to the station. He'd just get arrested for having several people's blood on his shirt.

Thankfully for him, there was a small cache of weapons for him to use. A shotgun and a sword laid in the closet, unused. He took the sword and wrapped it around his waist, and then pulled out the shotgun. He checked the number of rounds in it, and came out with six. That was enough to take out three guys, and he hoped there were more guns on the first floor and people. If most of them were at the party... well, he'd be a bit screwed if he couldn't find an assault rifle or a grenade.

The problem with the next apartment was that it was absolutely empty, again. He was starting to get irritated and bored, he wanted to go out and kill something, damn it. He was losing his adrenaline rush, he needed it again. He ransacked the apartment, throwing crap around in his search for another weapon. There was an actual pistol, along with another sword, which was completely useless for him. He grabbed the pistol anyways, and checked the mag, only to come up with around fifteen bullets. He growled, and this time, instead of being tactical as he was being, he shot the doorknob off the final apartment in the floor with the shotgun and kicked it wide open. He finally found some victims, thankfully enough, although not as he expected.

As soon as he kicked the door down, he was greeted by a punch to the face. He stepped back, and quickly shot back with the shotgun, causing the person who had punched him to fall backwards. He growled as he started to massage his right cheek, that hurt a lot. He shot at the groaning person one last time, causing the person to get his entire head to burst open from the shells, and just lay there, with a massive hole in his face. Doral took no time in relishing his kill, he looked inside the apartment quickly in order to spot any more threats, and sure enough, there was. Two other guys with a kid was there, and all of them yelped and proceeded to run towards the closet, probably to grab some weapons. Not on his fucking watch.

Doral quickly ran up to the first runner and kicked him down, before blasting him twice with the shotgun. The person's aura managed to defend against the first shell, but not against the second one, and his entire chest erupted from the shotgun blast. He started to gargle as blood rushed up to his mouth, and Doral shot his forehead, just for good measure. The person's head blew open like a watermelon that had just fell, with skull bits and brain scattering far away from the open hole in his head. Doral wasn't quick enough to stop the other two guys, and the oldest managed to grab a sword before Doral could shoot him. Well, shoot was the wrong term, more like realize that his shotgun was out of shells, and that he couldn't fire on the bastard.

With a roar, he threw the shotgun at the charging White Fang soldier with all his might, and nailed him straight in the face, causing the person to fall back in pain. Doral ran up and jumped straight onto the person's head, causing it to explode from the stomp. The last kid grabbed the only pistol in there, and fumbled around with it, trying to get it to work, at least until he dropped it. Doral shot once, twice, thrice, and four times, nailing the kid each time. The first shot got blocked by the aura, but the other three didn't and the kid fell forward, clutching at his chest and crying as his entire body got racked with pain. Doral unsheathed the sword on his waist, and pierced the child into the floor with it, causing the kid to squirm around under the blade and scream. He left the kid like that, and grabbed the other sword, prepared to do some more damage to the people in the second floor. Just one more floor, and his hunt would be complete. Shame it had to end so quickly.

Doral growled as he checked around the third apartment on the second floor. This was getting absolutely ridiculous, why the fuck were all of these goddamn apartments not filled with people? Were they all at that fucking party? He growled and started to loot the place, trying to find some more ammunition for an assault rifle. He had found one in the first apartment, but it only had one magazine for him to utilize. The rest of the apartments did not even contain a single rifle magazine for him to utilize, and if the rest of the inhabitants were dancing at that party, he was definitely going to require a lot more ammunition. The only visible weapons in this fucking apartment was some empty glass bottles, a pistol, and a sword. None of those were going to help him with this part right now, he had to find something he needed to-

Doral slowly stopped in his enraged thoughts and tantrum, and blinked. He slowly turned towards the empty bottles, and found that two of them were not touched at all, rather, they were filled with some sort of clear liquid. He walked casually up to one of them, uncorked the bottle, and took a whiff. The smell was rather familiar, and he knew what it was right away. He had this drink a few times before, when he was really pissed off and wanted to leave the troubles of the world. He smiled wide with this news. Vodka. A highly flammable alcohol, it would be perfect for this next task. He got to work immediately, and started crafting a special treat for the White Fang bastards.

He stuffed the top of the two bottles with towels, and searched for a lighter inside the apartment. Luckily, he found the item easily, which was placed right next to a pack of cigarettes. Whoever owned this place was not a happy man apparently. He grinned slightly as he stared at the two primitive incendiary explosives that laid on the table. Molotov cocktails, the White Fang bastards would be partying one last time, in a upstart of scathing flames.

He remembered when there was a normal faunus protest that occurred in the middle of the residential district, three years ago. He was a rookie back then, still believing that the police were righteous and doing their best to make vale as clean as possible. He remembered when a random police officer got whacked in the head by a rock, and proceeded to open fire. He could count with clarity when the entire crowd erupted into anger, rushing onto the police vanguard and using their fists and teeth to fight them. He remembered when some punks threw flaming bottles of liquid right at them, causing some fires to erupt and people to get burned. After that riot, he was taught by his own superior captain how to make one of the explosives, dubbed the Molotov Cocktail. He was taught how to make one solely for the purpose of being able to get into the criminals' mind, to be able to easily locate when the bastards would use such a weapon, and how to deal with the threat. Not a lot of people actually attended the seminar, simply because they didn't care or they didn't have time, but Vincent was there. He had watched the entire stupid presentation with eagerness that would have rivaled a child inside a candy store. He liked the police. Doral was merely utilizing his memories for this purpose.

He slung the assault rifle over his back, put one of the molotov cocktails into a pocket, and walked as quietly as possible towards the last apartment. The music was so damn loud that he could hear the vibrations going off in his ears. Dust almighty, these guys were fucking faunus, how the fuck were they able to survive this onslaught of excessively loud music? If Doral was Vincent at the moment, he would've just arrested everyone at the scene and turned off the music. But he was Doral, and he had a mission to clear out the people inside. Which is what he planned to do.

When he got to the door, he looked inside the spyglass, in order to see where the best place to launch the cocktails were. The entire stupid party was so spread out, that he might as well just hit the door entrance, and the middle of the room. The middle did have the most people dancing and partying, but he might as well block out a way for them to leave. Then again, he was going to be at the entrance, shooting them down with his assault rifle, right? He shrugged and checked the door. It was unlocked, and he barely managed to suppress a laugh. This was going to be fun.

He opened the door, and kicked it open, always loving to make dramatic entrances, especially in a large apartment where everyone was partying. The party goers stopped dancing and laughing, and stared at Doral, utterly confused and pissed off that he ruined the party. At that moment, Doral acted fast. He struck the lighter, lit the cloth on fire, and threw the molotov right into the middle of the room.

"It's going to get hot in here folks!" Doral yelled, as he pulled out another molotov, lit it, and threw it at another part of the room. The molotov that was aimed at the middle of the room erupted first, and a large part of the people there just got caught on fire, as if they were candles. The laughing and whooping of the party was quickly replaced by screams of pain and horror, as yet another moltov explosion went off, catching more people on fire. The people that were aflame simply ran around, trying to get the fire swatted off them, and in the process, got some more people set on fire. Doral roared in laughter while he unslung the assault rifle, and proceeded to open fire upon the people in the room.

The entire party erupted into chaos, and became a disorganized mess. People screamed as they tried to run towards the entrance, only to be riddled with bullets by Doral's gun. The others that didn't run to the entrance ran towards the bathroom and the bedrooms, with little to no effect. The fire was spreading quickly, and the smoke was making it even more difficult for people to breath. Doral ran out of bullets, and quickly shut the door of the apartment. He had no actual ability to lock the door to keep them stuck to their doom, but he knew that the fire would take care of that. The doorknob was already beginning to steam, and he simply dropped the assault rifle right there, and started to walk right to his car. He ignored the screams of the people in the apartment. He ignored the raging inferno that blew open a window when he got to this car. The only thing he did once he got inside was take off his gloves, and drove straight to home. It was a long ride.

Vincent's Home

As soon as he got home, he locked the door behind him, pulled off all his bloody clothes, and took off his mask. The first thing he did right after taking off the chameleon mask was head right into the bathroom, where he promptly threw up into the toilet. He panted, and started to sweat heavily as he started to realize what he had done. He wasn't Doral, just Vincent, a poor guy who had just murdered numerous people for no reason. He felt an empty feeling in his stomach, and something was churning it around, making him feel even more queasy.

Dust, what had he done? Why did he do all of this? He shakily walked up to the sink, where he rinsed his mouth of the putrid taste that was lying in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared at himself inside the mirror. He stared at his own eyes, noticing how droopy and bloodshot they looked. He... he couldn't live with this. He had to confess, bring himself in, make amends for what he had done. That is what he needed to do.

But at the same time... weren't the people he killed seem to be rather odd? I mean, they were people that he had killed, but... they did have weapons for no reason. Not only that, but there were some masks that did belong to the White Fang within the apartments he had ransacked. That meant that he had been sent out to kill out White Fang troops, and for what reason? To help out Vale? He was starting to question himself, wondering if he should tell his superiors about this. This entire situation seemed like something he had to report, something he had to do.

But he couldn't. He had willingly signed up, he willingly took the opportunity to do what they said, Grimm, he had done all of that voluntarily. He had crossed the line already, right? Vincent sighed and put his right hand to his forehead. He'll tell the police when he felt like the situation came to that point. For now, he would follow the organization, and keep reports on what was going on. If they ever did anything that was completely insane, he would immediately alert the police and get them notified quickly. However, for now, he had to clean all the evidence. He couldn't be linked to that massacre, it would ruin his career as a police officer. And if he couldn't enforce the law, then he might as well be dead. That was his one true passion in life.

He turned on his bathtub, and use some cold water to actually get the clothes sterilized. He put a container of bleach, as well as some very strong soap he had bought just for situations like this. Well, not the point where he'd have to clean a lot of blood from a flat out murder, but from having to deal with some dead bodies that were littered around from the Vale Mutilator's future sprees. Every police officer had their own blood removal tools, primarily to be prepared in the event where they had to be in another Vale Mutilator call. He knew that he would have to use these tools one day... just not in the way he believed.

He dumped in his police outfit, his socks, and his shoes. All of them had some blood in them, and right now, the only clothing he had on him at the moment was his boxers. He started to pour out some bleach into the tub, and began to do his best to clean the uniform, although his hands were shaking violently, making it difficult to actually scrub some of the clothes. He dropped the clothes he was cleaning at certain times, but after one hour of cleaning, he had gotten all of his clothes cleaned, and he rinsed them off in the sink with warm water. After that cleansing, he hung them up to dry over the bathtub, and emptied the tub of the water that was in it.

The water had turned to a small pinkish fade, and he watched as all of the water went down the drain. He stared at the water just draining downwards, making a small pink tornado as the water went down the pipes. After all the water was drained, there were some specks of pink over the tub, and he cleaned them all off using the shower head, unhooking it and spraying cold water down the sides. He continued the water spray until there were no more specks of pink on the bathtub walls, and turned off the water.

He just stared at the empty tub, not knowing what to do. He sighed, and replaced the shower head where it belonged. He ended up staying in his boxers as he headed straight to his bed. He was feeling tired, his nerves were whack, he needed a rest. He had to think, to get away... he just needed to think about something else.

Vale, Office Building



Ash leaned on the wall, and stared at the flash drive in his hands. Something so small, so incompetent, was actually capable of breaching through the firewall security of Beacon's CCT. That meant gaining full control over the surveillance systems that Ozpin had set up for the past few years, obtaining complete power over the screening of calls, and so much more. They had created a virus that would infiltrate through the systems and set itself as master over the running programs, which would then link itself right back into the Fan's House. Of course, they were sure it could not be rebounded, and they had left the signal location back to the basement of a White Fang hideout that they would never hit. Primarily because it was the perfect location for them to take the blame, and primarily because it wasn't worth the time. True, they could send out agents to wipe out the hideout, but it was good to have one area become the fall guy for planting the virus. Always have a fall man, it was an obvious decision.

He dialed up his Scroll and made a direct call to Corey, waiting for her to pick up. After three rings, he heard her pick up, as well as her yawning. He felt her pain, everyone was tired. The Charging Porpoise was open everyday, leaving Tony and Mark no actual time to just go out and hunt people, as much as they like. Mark was trying to get people to replace him, which wasn't going so well. He had to teach every single one of the people that did get hired how to make the drinks, and had to ensure that all of them were up to his standards. Tony couldn't be replaced, he was in a rather very comfortable and important position, but they could easily find a loophole around that. Alex, Corey, and himself were too busy trying to get the 50 Blessings running smoothly, and it was taking a toll on them physically and mentally. Thank goodness that Tony had worked to get all the masks and Scrolls ready, otherwise they'd have been set back a good bit.

"Yah, Ash? What is it?" Ash could honestly just imagine Corey simply sitting on her bed, rubbing her eyes as she tried to stay awake long enough for the news to be sent. He didn't like waking any one of his friends up at this time of night, but it was a situation that needed to be informed.

"Corey, the virus has been completed. We can begin our plans to actually secure the CCT and its connections for ourselves, as long as we can do this stealthily. I'll come up with an agent to undergo this task, and you need to make a plan with Alex soon. Got it?" Ash heard Corey groan, and he sighed before he shut off the call, and placed the Scroll back into his pocket. He went to the nearest vending machine and promptly bought a can of StrawFree. He uncapped the can, and chugged it down. After a few seconds, he threw the empty can into the trash, and allowed the juices of the soda to fizzle in his stomach. He needed to stay wide awake, just long enough to drive all the way back home, where he could finally crash and just sleep for the entirety of tomorrow. Fuck, they needed a vacation soon... and some more lien as well. With Junior gone, he might as well set up shop as an informant. He knew there was some good money in that business.

And that was the sixty fifth installment of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the Fans! Blargh, I'd like to release much, much earlier, but sadly, I could not. It's the usual routine, so I can't do anything about it. During breaks, you will see a quicker release date, but for now, try to be patient please. And for those who have any questions about the series, don't hesitate to review! I will do my best to answer EVERY question as quickly as I can, so do not worry! Anyways, if you like this story, please favorite, follow, and review! I really look forward to reading people's reviews, I honestly do, as they do tell me what people are expecting or think of the story. Well, as always, enjoy hurting people!

Richard. What is the meaning of this?



What are you referring to, Geier? I have no idea what you speak of.



Don't you act all fucking ignorant to me. I know what you did!

...I haven't intervened in the world ever since you told me to do so, I kept that promise.



Don't play games with me, Richard! I can sense your influence seeking into this world, you lied!

Then it isn't me. Perhaps think for a second. You may have just... well, given birth to new more entities.



Impossible. No other entities should exist except for me, you, and... oh no.

Oh yes, my friend. Remember the other two that have existed before you?



That can't be! Rasmus and Don Juan are dead!

They once were. They're reborn, and now are making stakes within this world of Remnant. What will you do now?



I'm... I'm not powerful enough to deal with them. I'll have to wait and see how far they intervene... if they get too far, I'll jump in.

Oh? Leaving things to fate now? Didn't peg you one as such.



I know you will stop them from intervening in the future, I'm not worried.

Well... just to let you remember. I promised, but the others did not. I may jump in to stop their antics from going too far, but no promises. After all, I have to keep balance.

Sure thing Richard... sure thing.

Review Response Time!

A guy: A Vale policeman officer can be actually found in episode fifteen of RWBY, they do come up in a certain scene. For actual pictures of the uniform, I recommend going on the wiki and looking it up on google. As for the mailman... well, I don't have any of that, nor is it actually shown on the show. I imagine a blue uniform, with the cap saying V.M.S (Vale Mailing Service), along with a tag for the person's name on the uniform. That's my design, but hey, you can imagine it yourself if you'd like. It'd probably be better than mine, and I hope to see your next review!

Terminator57: The masks are rather dangerous, simply because they give the wearer a desire to slaughter, and force its killing desire onto the person that's holding it in their hands. The reason for this WILL be revealed, I will promise you that, but for now, I have to have my secrets too, right? And in fact, that was my plan, to have them fight between their morality and their savagery as they held the mask in their hands, and you may see that in certain chapters. As for the death of any of the Fans... if Tony, Alex, Ash, Mark, or Corey were to die prematurely, that would hit the organization HARD, considering the fact that all five of them are the key points of the entire operation. Well, they aren't going to die prematurely, they have a certain someone watching over them. Till your next review!