-3rd Person POV-

Now leader of the Atlesian Mafia, Lilith Heathers had long mourned for Y/N's apparent death. Though no emotion previously experienced, could compare to what she felt when she received a surprising phone call one day.

Lilith: Y/N, i-is that... you?

She asked, almost set on what she thought was a dream.

Ace: Hey babe, it's me. You know it... I'm back.

Lilith: Oh thank Oum! Y/N, I-I have no words to tell you h-how I'm feeling.

Ace: Ha, Don't worry. I'm not a dream. But in all seriousness, right now I need your help desperately. Can you come to Vale, with Aurora?

Lilith: Sure, the mafia's actually gained a third leader after we retreated into the underground. Me and Aurora can manage.

Ace: That's great, here's the address to meet me at. Um Amber, what's the address of the hotel?

Amber: 1941 Blitz Lane.

Ace: 1941 Blitz Lane, you got that down Lilith?

Lilith: Yup, me and Aurora will be there as soon as we can.

Lilith cut the conversation as Ace hung up. Amber nodded.

Amber: Great, we have extra arms.

She affirmed.

Ace: Rest assured she will get here, for now we need firepower on our side. I still have some explosives left in the factory after I was beat to a pulp by Salem's dog.

Amber: Hm, yup those should be useful. Elle, you aren't really doing anything right now, could you come with Spade and help him gather some explosives from the industrial sectors?

Elle: Of course Amber.

She nodded, Ace looked at her. Then motioned for her to follow him.

Ace: Come on, we have to be back soon.

Both he and Elle left the room as they rapidly headed towards Ace's previous establishment.

Timeskip Ace's POV

The factory was abandoned as I suspected, even though police had rummaged through the entire place and removed almost all of the explosives dotting the area I still had a hidden stash of Red Dust bombs, highly explosive, and dangerous.

Elle: So... what's it like? Being a terrorist?

The butterfly Faunus asked me. I stopped, then looked at her.

Me: I'm not a terrorist. the No matter what the News or "Lisa Lavender" tells you people, I don't aim to terrorize the population, rather to achieve a singular goal with any means necessary.

Elle: I always imagined that criminals, such as yourself somehow felt, regret whenever you think back what you did.

Me: I never really did feel regret over my actions, as I thought they were the right thing to do at the time.

Elle looked confused.

Elle: So... you're one of the good guys now?

I almost yelled at her in rage, I never liked the concept of the hero. But luckily I was able to calm down before I exploded.

Me: Umm, No. I don't regard myself as one of you people.

Elle looked surprised to hear this.

Me: Even though Amber revealed to me what I said had thought my childhood was is simply a masquerade for a life I never lived. I don't really feel right officially calling myself the Hero...

I paused.

Me: ... I guess I'm still the dirty, lying, manipulative and slippery bastard that destroyed Beacon. I have no intention of turning myself in to the police for the sixth time in my life, even if I told them I was a Hero they'd probably deny it and not even believe what Salem is.

Elle seemed to catch on to me.

Elle: I see, the use of Heroism to you isn't going to be enough to mask your evil as fuck, pardon my cussing, deeds done. And in conclusion you think it's unnecessary to tell everyone you're a hero. Since they'll hate you anyways.

I nodded.

Me: Yes, that's about all. Now, Elle let's get back to finding that bomb of mine.

I headed to where I remembered the bomb was, and I pulled away the table that covered the fake tiles. I pulled one off while Elle removed the other one. Revealing four suitcases of my design, which were all rigged blow at the flick of my watch.

Elle: Well, I wasn't expecting that...

I nodded slightly, picking it all up as I dragged it across the room with Elle helping me.

Me: My Oum, this is heavier than I remember.

Elle then suddenly dropped two of the bombs, causing me to yell in surprise and tackled me to the ground.

Me: What the heck? Why'd you do that?

I asked, as she dragged me behind a column. She shushed me as she looked around for a moment.

Elle: I saw something! Seriously, someone's in here with us.

She quickly told me. I slipped out my butterfly knife as I stood up to move from our cover.

Elle: Y/N where are you going?

She hissed at me.

Me: Stay here, I'm checking it out.

I slowly stood up as I began to sneak towards the one entrance to the room. I stuck my head out as I looked at the larger portion of the warehouse for anyone who could've entered, left, then right.

No one.

I then heard someone... or something above me on the ceiling of the vast indoor expanse.

I slowly looked up, as I saw something covered in the dark shadows, hanging onto pipelines layering the ceiling... looking down at me with crimson eyes and a smile filled with sharp daggers of teeth.

Me: OH SHIT!

I yelled.

The creature let go and fell towards me as I quickly backed away into the bomb room.

Elle silently gasped as the creature hit the ground, growling and looking at me with pure hatred in it's eyes.

???: Hello Y/N...

It uttered... in a disturbingly familiar voice. I then noticed how it was a bit taller that me, it walked into the room with two steps as I stood my ground.

It came into the light as I saw it's face.

Me: Jaune. Fucking. Arc... Well well well. It's been a long time.

I said, not a hint of pity in me of my tone.

Jaune: Y/N L/N, it's a surprise you still remember me.

I took a moment to review him, he was awful looking; his skin had gone pale, even paler than the night I had revealed myself to him, his Grimm leg and hands looked decently muscular, his left arm had a long  organic substance in place what's supposed to be the clawed hand on his right. He still had his armor, the same armor that I had supposedly 'killed' him in, and his sky blue eyes had been replaced by blood-red pupils both of them similar to my singular red eye.

Me: I doubt you're here for an apology, are you?

Jaune: Let's just say, I have a world of hurt planned before I finally see the light leave your eyes.

Me: Well, the life I had left me years ago...

I said, gripping my butterfly knife as I planned my attack.