-Y/N's POV-

I've never felt so pumped in my life. This girl, she seems excited to take on me, Ridiculous. But nevertheless, she knows my weakness, anyone who knows what hinders me is a liability, a danger to my life and more importantly to my operations.

Salem can go throw herself off a cliff for all I care right now. Bringing Amber down is my main priority, she's a huntress I know it... I feel the aura radiating off of her, and her semblance... I never caught wind of what it was. Her weapons... A watch, and two throwing knives I caught beneath her hoodie... Huntsmen never really carry watches... as they usually look at their scroll and see the time from there, which means that it should be used as something.

I settled my main headquarters in Junior's Bar, not like poor Junior had anything to say about it. I fortified it and sent his henchmen on raids, some successful ones and some not so much, to collect some ammunition and explosives. Though our supplies were really low and not enough to start something major. I sat in a private rental booth, contemplating on what to do next.

How to I chase Amber off of my tail? Surely she's began her little 'game' as she calls it...

I got it... Multiple leads.

Me: It's been a two days since that explosion at Menagerie I'm clearly known for explosions & complex plans at this point. Clearly if Salem had Amber at her disposal, she'd probably been a failsafe just in case I defected, if this was true I'd have noticed her at least once during my visits to the netherworld.

If she didn't regard herself as 'Salem's slave' she's probably someone really new. If she'd been raised from birth to serve for Salem she'd probably swear ultimate blind loyalty. Clearly she hasn't known 'Great and Powerful Mistress' for so long if she's this eager to defy her control over her, such tenacity could only be seen by the most brainwashed ones... Of course!

She's a volunteer... Someone motivated against me... Possibly for that explosion at Menagerie, considering she's a Faunus. Yes, that's right, she's a smart one, she probably used that event to determine that I was sill alive, thus came to Salem herself to offer her deal to hunt me!

Thus multiple leads would ward her off, possibly even leading her away from Vale!

I smirked, formulating this new plan in mind. One plan would involve a false flag White Fang attack... Make her think I'm working with them, the second will be conducted at Beacon, make her think I'm striking it again, the final one will be in Atlas, a prison break.

Me: Junior!... Gather your men! We have a score to settle...

I called. Explaining to the crowd every part of the plan. Keeping it as simple as possible.

Me: Junior you have a few men in Vacuo do you not?

Junior: Um yeah, Illegal Importers. How'd you think I get all this delicious whiskey when Vale's stuff is utter crap.

Junior spoke, heavily emphasizing 'crap'.

Me: Don't questioning just do it, should you fail we're all gonna end up in jail. You too Junior for harbouring a terrorist.

Junior: You've well 'died' though, Wouldn't it be a good idea just to lay a little low before doing all these complex attack plans?

I sighed, Junior awaited a sarcastic sounding remark.

Me: Don't you ever acknowledge the famous men, who had to fall to rise again?

-Amber's POV-

I'd assembled my old team from lower Vale. All remembered me from the time before I dropped out of the academy, because I needed to return home to Menagerie to tend to familial businesses. Now we're back together, crowded in a rented hotel northern Vale.

Cain Holdt, an asshole of a Human, he was transferred to Beacon Academy before it was blown to ashes by Spade. His weapon a bullwhip. he hasn't even gained a semblance yet,

Elle, a butterfly faunus. Her wings are heavily protected, due to her semblance being able to control the area effectiveness of her own aura. and her weapon a metallic bladed manual fan.

My brother, Asher Zarrick, also a cat faunus. He has black hair and wielded a Chain-Mace. His semblance, to read the 'power levels' of other people's semblances. As he called it.

When he touched other people, he could read how 'powerful' their semblance was. He was how my team found out whether our enemies had powers they could use against us or not. He's measured my semblance as a three... others have either been two, three like me and with the occasional one for those who've only gained their aura's recently.

My semblance? You ask? Oh reader... you're a funny one, you're technically the Ace of Spades... Telling you and your fanatical minds would be like telling the Ace of Spades directly how my power works. I'm leaving that for later.

Asher: Now that we're all here sister. What is your next move.

Elle: Indeed, which is what I want to know as well.

Cain: Y'all are retarded faunuses. You pull me away from me time just to help you in this little scavenger hunt for Ace of Spades.

Cain swore against me.

Me: Yes, Cain. I did pull you away from you time.

Cain: Fuck you.

Me: Anyways, I have a job to do: I'm asking you all, not as a teammate, but as a friend. Can you help?

I offered, Asher and Cain looked at each other.

Asher; Whatever you need sister.

Cain: Fine I will, maybe not just to see you and Elle's beautiful bodies again. I can contribute some shit.

Elle nodded in agreement with me.

Elle: I'm happy to help at any costs.

Me: Perfect, now we might just n-

I paused, when I picked up as explosion from afar. I gasped a bit, Asher had heard it too. He and I, followed by Elle came to the window and opened it to see Beacon's bare skeleton of reconstruction plummet down. I grasped my fist tight. I growled underneath my breath, but Asher noticed that too.

Me: He struck first... Damn you Ace of Spades... Wherever you are. Game on.