Junior: For decades, the Xiongs have had the constant practice of brokering information. Whether that be who the councilman is shagging other than his wife, to intricate details on certain dust convoys. Now, I know that we have seen a.... decline in success, hence why our business practices have been stagnant for the past few years. However, after several weeks of gathering and planning, I have found the perfect day where the police and huntsmen will be busy enough for us to hit the armory. And that day is now.

Standing on top of a podium, right in front of the DJ booth, Junior looks upon a sizable group of goons as he continues his peptalk.

Junior: In a few hours, Beacon Academy will be having students follow Huntsmen on glorified field trips, thus resulting in the police spreading further out for patrols to compensate... However, due to an event on the highway.

He glances a stinkeye in your direction, obviously still butthurt about how you got a kick ass robot. You simply respond with a raised eyebrow through your standard red glasses.

Junior: They're going to be more cautious, which means accomplishing this task will be a bit more difficult.

Another glance your way, you resist the urge to flip your boss the bird.

Junior: Which is why I'll be having Melanie and Miltia take lead on this operation. Any questions you have, take it up with them. Otherwise, prepare to leave at 9 pm. Get to it!

Finished with his little speech, Junior steps down and takes his leave. Shortly after, the Malachite twins step in front of the crowd, giving your fellow goons tasks to prepare for the raid. Shuffling through the crowd, you come across Pen.

(Y/n): So we're finally doing this? I was just about ready to forget the whole thing and move on.

Pen: You heard the boss. This kind of planning takes time. I never even knew Beacon does this kind of extracurricular activity.

(Y/n): Yeah, well, I just hope we manage to swipe some good hardware from the armory. As much as I like going retro with pistols and hatchets, I'm ready to upgrade my lethality a smidge.

Pen: Oh, there's no worry about that! While this armory is stocked with rifles and shotguns in case of serious things like swatting, maybe a small stockpile of shift weapons, they also pack some more heavy-duty arsenals for... more grimm situations.

(Y/n): Ominous.

Miltia: And you two.

The calm deadpan voice of the red dressed twin catches your attention as you soon realize you're up next to get your little tasks.

Miltia: Head to the back and grab some White Fang uniforms.

(Y/n): Why?

Miltia: By any chance that there are witnesses or evidence of the heist, Junior wants it to look like the White Fang did it. So we stole some of their uniforms and painted our trucks to look like theirs, just in case.

(Y/n): Neat. Can I bring my robot?

Miltia:.... No.

(Y/n): Why not? I can carry probably two truck loads with it, and if something goes south, I can just blow it up!

Miltia: First off, you have the Xiong color scheme and name painted on it. Plus, blowing stuff up is the last thing we want to do for this mission.

(Y/n): Well--

Miltia: Also, Junior is livid that you took an already stolen Paladin and drove it right at our doorstep with a lot of dead bodies to follow. So no, you can't take the robot. Now go get ready.

The more boring twin walks off to boss around more goons as you look on in disbelief.

(Y/n):......... Pen.

Pen: (y/n).

(Y/n): I'm starting to think no one appreciates my mech.

The two of you soon walk off to the backrooms to get changed.

Pen: Don't get me wrong, the mech is cool as hell, and I do plan on bothering you to let me drive it one day... Buuuut, you did kinda blow up a highway not long ago, along with a few people as well.

(Y/n): It was self-defense!

Pen: Whatever helps you sleep at night, friend.

Once you arrive into the club's backrooms, you maneuver your way to the room where the White Fang uniforms are stored. All around, several Xiong members are already dressed up, almost making you grab your scroll for another "test". Resisting the urge, you both grab a uniform and start changing.

(Y/n): So we get dressed, then what?

Pen: Then we prepare the trucks, go over the plans, head out, and hope to the gods that it goes well.

You replace your dress shirt with a black sleeveless hoodie and white vest.

(Y/n): What are the chances of some resistance?

Pen: There shouldn't be too much to worry about. Like Junior said, with Huntsmen and Huntresses going on field trips, there won't be a lot of cops worrying about the armory. If there are any security measures, well, we'll go over that with everyone else later.

As you flip up your hoodie, you grab the bland gray mask and bring it up to your eyes. Through your glorified shades, you turn to Pen and get a look at what the uniform looks like. To you, your friend's identity is surprisingly well hidden.

Pen: So, how do I look?

He does a cheesy pose in the uniform as you just give him a once over.

(Y/n): Hmm. Not to sound fruity, but.... Actually, I never really figured out my sexual preference. Come to think of it, there's a lot of things about my identity I haven't even established...... Huh. Excuse me, I think I'm having an identity crisis. Be right back.

You just exit the room without another word, leaving Pen confused as he watches you leave. All while still holding the pose.

[Location: Streets of Vale]

This has to be the most exciting day in Neptune's life! Not only does his team get to shadow a Huntsman, but they also get to be junior detectives! With junior BADGES! All in all, the happiest day of his life. It's a shame his team leader does not share the same enthusiasm.

Sun and Neptune had just arrived from Beacon Academy and into the city, where they met back up with their remaining two team members, Scarlet David and Sage Ayana. They greeted them, then went back to talking about what crimes they might solve with the Huntsman they'll shadow. All the while, the blue haired waterphobe glances over to the monkey faunus every so often. A somewhat thousand yard stare on his face as he crosses his arms.

Neptune had heard that his team leader was in the warehouse that night with the robot. He didn't get much detail on what happened, mostly because of all the red tape, but he knows that a lot of people died. So he figures Sun is still shell shocked from the whole ordeal. He can only hope his blond friend can recover from that and return to his normal self. All Neptune can do is just be there for him if he needs anything.

That train of thought comes to an end as the group hears someone shouting for them. Looking over, they see the Huntsman they're supposed to follow, walking over to them. A tall man with blond hair and dark green eyes, wearing a blue button shirt with a black vest over it, gray pants and brown shoes. Most noticeable of attires are the two mechanical crimson gauntlets covering up both of his forearms. This man who is tasked with chaperoning these four going by the name of Azul Marino.

Azul: Ah good, you're all here!

He finally makes it to the team with a soft but strong expression, a true look of professionalism of a man who spends most of his time looking at dead bodies and stopping murderers while combating the mental trauma that comes with, who is trying to appear friendly to the youths.

Neptune: Hey, Deceptive Marino!

Azul: Please, just call me Azul.

Neptune: You got it, Detective Azul!

Azul:... Nice to see everyone accounted for. Now we can get started.

Neptune: So, what detective work will we be doing? Robbery investigation?

Scarlet: Arson?

Sage: Drugs?

Neptune: Homicide?

Azul: Report filing!

The Huntsman blurts out with enthusiasm, spreading his arms out for dramatic effect. Team SSSN, in return, goes silent for dramatic effect as well.

[Location: Junior's Club]

Several hours passed, and the sun was starting to disappear behind the horizon. Meanwhile, Xiong members disguised as White Fang gather at their trucks and prepare to head out for the armory. Among one of them stands three characters worth giving names to. Leaning against the truck, Pen glances to the club expecting you to show as the Malachite twins, now dawned in WF attire as well, continue to coordinate the goons with their scrolls. The downside of those two wearing disguises is that they're now impossible to tell apart.

Melanie?: We leave in five minutes. What are you standing around for?

Pen: Just waiting for (y/n). He should be here any second now.

Miltia?: If he's not here when we roll out, he'll have the boss to deal--

(Y/n): Keep your tampons in, I'm coming!

Shouting from across the parking lot, you power walk your way over to the three in question, carrying with you a standard pistol as you complete the faunus terrorist look.

Melanie?: Where the hell have you been? We're about ready to leave.

(Y/n): Well, sooorrry! I was trying to go over some mental shit.

Pen: Speaking of which, did you finally figure out what you actually like?

As he says that, Pen climbs in the back of the truck with several others as you follow close behind.

(Y/n): Yes. I've come to the conclusion that liking people is stupid, and the only things worth my affection are material goods.

This statement causes fellow goons to either look at you in confusion or understanding. Either way, they did not care enough to respond as they took their seats. Not long after, the Malachite twins take their place in the front while signaling all drivers to start moving. From the club entrance, the big boss bastard himself watches you all leave, hoping none of you somehow fuck it up.

(Sometime later of not fucking up)

Goon1: Anyway, I'm starting to think she's cheating on me.

Goon2: Tony, "she" is a glorified balloon with lipstick. What the fuck makes you think it's cheating on you?

Goon1: Don't you DARE talk about Maroon like that!

After resisting the urge to jump out of the truck, just so you can avoid hearing another dumbass conversation, the vehicle you are in soon begins to slow down. Over some built-in speakers just overhead, a Malachite voice comes in.

f.i.I.k.: We're here. Everyone out.

Thanking whatever God counts as merciful in this world, you and your fellow club bouncers pile out of the now smelly truck, soon greeted by the shattered moon's glow. Signaling that night time has fully begun. Taking a look around your surroundings, you see trucks and White Fang cosplayers unloading hand weapons and some specialized equipment for robbing.

However, what caught your attention was that you were all in a random sizable alley. Not a single building making up the walls of this makeshift hallway looking remotely armory-ish. Thankfully, before you could make an ass of yourself with stupid questions, one of the twins speaks up to address everyone.

Thecuteone?: The armory is three blocks from our current location. We get there on foot while the drivers make their way to a secured entrance elsewhere. Once we secure the building, they drive in, we load up, and get out of here before the authorities realize what is happening.

With multiple grunts of agreement from the grunts, everyone starts heading down the alley, following behind the twins that people can obviously tell who is who.

After several minutes of silent walking while kicking over some trash cans like a true thug, you finally exit the back alleys and make it to a street. Streetlights illuminating the road in a healthy flickering yellow glow. A suttle nod that the taxpayers' money is being spent poorly. More importantly, you can see a very out of place structure. While other buildings look like they would belong in Ghettoville, this one looks like a fucking prison/fort. Three stories of metal and concrete surrounded by a cinderblock wall topped with barbed wire.

In short, it looks like what would happen if the military committed gentrification.

You and your goon squad start jogging to the building while the Malachite sisters are full on sprinting. One seems to be further ahead. As they reach the wall, one quickly spins around whilst cupping her hands together. The other, not letting up speed, soon places a foot in her sister's hands. With the combined force of one jumping and the other pushing up, the runner manages to be flung up and over the wall with ease. As your group approaches, the remaining sister signals you to move around the otherside.

[Location: Police Station]

This has to be the most disappointing day in Neptune's life. Not only is his team sorting random files, but the Huntsman they're shadowing is basically sitting at a table doing nothing. All in all, not exactly what he was expecting to do with his life.

Speaking of the Huntsman, he looks up from his suspiciously muted scroll and eyeballs the team.

Azul: Ahh, cheer up, kids! At least you're not on clean-up duty. I still don't know how one person can hold so much blood.

As he chuckles to himself on how they would react to a murder scene, Azul looks up and spots a clock on the wall. Putting the scroll away, he gets up and stretches his back out.

Azul: Listen, I gotta go check up on something real quick. I'll be back in like fifteen minutes.

He makes his way over to a door and exits the office. As team SSSN continues to figure out what the hell a 10-32 toddler is in the file reports, they hear a strange sound outside the room.

*bamf*

Neptune: Did something just bamf?

[Location: Armory]

Inside the fortified building of guns, two police officers walk through the well lit halls as they patrol. One holding coffee, while the other munching on a donut.

Cop1: I'm telling ya, this city is going to shit by the week. *sip*

Cop2: You said it. The White Fang, Torchwick, this Goodwitch kid, and now the fucking Paladin rampage on the highway.

Cop1: I swear, first chance I get, I'm requesting a transfer to Patch before I get roped up in something crazy.

Before either of them could continue the conversation, a petite figure flies through the air and jump kicks the first cop in the back, using him as a surf board across the hallway. As she finally comes to a stop, the intruder reaches for her belt, grabbing a knife and flings it back at the remaining cop who just pulled out his gun. The knife makes a nice home in his chest as the force of the throw manages to knock him back and onto the floor.

Both cops now dead and/or unconscious, the Malachite sister steps off the officer and rushes down the hall. Remembering the building schematics Junior managed to get, she makes her way to the security room in no time at all. As she silently enters the room, she spots several computer screens on tables, surrounding what appears to be a cop sleeping on the job. Walking up to the officer in question, she sees what looks like a magazine covering his face. The words "Vale's Vixens" are printed over what looks like a scantily dressed fox faunus as the cover.

Resisting the urge to groan in disgust, the female infiltrator walks past the uniformed perv and over to the computers. Looking through the security cameras, she spots one looking outside to a gate. With a few clicks of the keyboard, the gate soon begins to open as people dressed in White Fang clothes immediately rush in and towards the building. Fiddling with the keys some more, the computers begin to go static one by one. As she backs away from the computer, she suddenly hears a yawning behind her.

Cop3: *yaaaaaAAAAWN* Urgh. How long was I out?

Thekickingone: Not long enough.

With a swift round house kick to the face, the club bodyguard sends the cop flying out of the chair and smashing into some security servers. All while the magazine gently plops down on the seat.

Meanwhile, throughout the building, disguised Xiongs flood everywhere and catch the skeleton crew of a staff off guard, tying up the smart ones and shooting down the brave ones. Among them, you follow the remaining twin with a few others as you go deeper into the building, straight to the armory you assume. A minute of running later, your group arrives to a very, very, VERY, big looking vault door.

The twin you can't be able to identify walks up to the side of the vault door and places a hand on the wall. Giving it a few knocks, she turns around and points at a Xiong next to you.

Idk: Explosives.

He rushes over and pulls out several blocks of C-4 and places them on that bit of wall. As he does that, the rest of you quickly rush down the hall and wait for him to get the hell back before--

Right outside, Azul bamfs into existence using his semblance and appears in front of the building, walking up to the door. Reaching over to a panel bolted to the wall, he presses a button that lets out a sharp buzzing sound. Afterward, he just stands there and waits...

And waits...

And waits some more until he presses the button again, Azul looks up and spots the camera looking down in his direction. He waves a hand in front of it, fully expecting someone to be watching.

Azul: Hey! It's me! You know, the guy tasked with checking over your security?

Nothing.

Thinking that maybe the camera guy is diddling it to Vale's Vixens again, Azul prepares to call someone's superior to complain.

*boom*

Deep within the building, a faint explosion rocks the ground so hard that dirt and dust fall from the structure like snow. Caught off guard, Azul looks back at the building with a shocked expression.

Azul:.... Shit.

Using his semblance, he bamfs past the door and sprints down the halls.

Back to the vault door, you try to ignore the ringing in your ears as you step out from wherever you were hiding. The dust from the explosion slowly starts to clear as your group walks up to the fortified door. Unsurprisingly, the metal vault door practically doesn't have a scratch on it. The bit of wall that had the C-4 on it, however....

Gawking at how little of damage the explosion did to the infrastructure, you're surprised to spot a sizable hole where the wall was. As goons begin to squeeze through, the Malachite sister pulls out her scroll and talks into it.

Maybethebitchyone?: Armory breeched. Diverge to the vault.

You take your turn to fit your ass through the hole to meet up with the rest of the group. Once you make it through, your eyes practically bug out of your skull from what you see. Rows upon rows, aisles next to aisles, hell, hanging from the goddamn walls are nothing but guns. Glorious guns. Guns of all shapes, sizes, colors, and lethality!

Ignoring the sudden wet feeling in your pants, you have decided to make this day officially your birthday.

Thisjokeisold: There's a gate at the far end of the vault that leads to a tunnel out in the city. We open that, the trucks will drive in, and we can start loading up as everyone else arrives to help.

As everyone gets read to do that, you hear a weird bamfing sound behind you. You all pull out your guns and take aim at some well-dressed blond with red gauntlets.

Azul: Well, ain't you guys getting ballsy lately.

IthinkMelanie: A Huntsman?! Fffuck...

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