As the sun sets, life in Junior's Club begins to die down as it nears closing. Normally, it would be open for several more hours through the night, but not tonight. For tonight, the Xiong Family have something special planned. That being thievery, of course.

At the bar, Pen helps with cleaning glasses while Junior and the Malachite twins sit around and get free drinks. Benefits of being the owner and bouncers. As the goon reaches for another glass, he lets out an annoyed sigh as he looks around the empty club. Nothing but other goons and a handful of drunk patrons.

Pen: Where the hell is (y/n)? He was supposed to help with cleaning.

Miltia: Who?

Melanie: The new guy.

Miltia: Oh.

Junior: He said he was stepping out for a minute to get something.

Pen: Well I hope he gets back soon, I'm tired of cleaning glasses by myself, and we have an hour until we head out for the docks.

Junior: Relax, he assured me that he'll be back before we get ready. Until then; Another refill.

He extends his empty glass to Pen, giving it a shake as the ice jingle around. The gang member rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses as he grabs the glass and refills it with alcohol. As he prepares to hand it back, the front doors slam open as two figures walk in. Well, more like one shoving the other through. This catches the attention of everyone who isn't blackout drunk as the boy in question leads a faunus to the bar at gunpoint.

(Y/n) proceeds to push and lightly pistol whip Tuscany over to the bar, all while the faunus has his hands up. As they get closer, the shocked club owner spots that the crow boy has been roughed up before even entering the building. Wanting an explanation, Junior gets up and walks over to the two.

Junior: (y/n), what the hell?!

(Y/n): Ah, hey boss! Just the guy I wanted to see. As for the hell, I just wanted to get to know your "contact" a little better and I learned something that you might want to hear. Go ahead, Tuscany, tell him.

He pushes his gun into the feather haired boy, signaling him to talk. The boy in question just remains awkwardly silent as he tries to avoid Junior's stare. This seems to piss off (y/n), as he suddenly whips him over the head, causing the faunus to fall over in pain as he shields his injured cranium.

(Y/n): Tell him, or I'm paying your dad a visit!

Tuscany: I-I-It's a trap! You're heading into a trap!

His fumbled out burst catches everyone's attention, especially Junior's. (Y/n) just leans down as he stares daggers at him.

(Y/n): What. Is?

Tuscany: The warehouse I told you about! The White Fang found out I--

(Y/n) fires a round close to the dock worker's head, scaring him and any patrons sober enough to know when to leave.

Tuscany: I-I told them that I give you information on shipments! They didn't want competition for the Dust, so they planned to ambush you at the warehouse!

(Y/n): Aaannd?

He pushes the barrel of the gun into the scared faunus' head.

Tuscany: Th-The actual shipment is being stored in warehouse 18! That's all I know, I swear!

Keeping his gun trained on Tuscany's head, (y/n) stands back up and looks to Junior. Practically asking permission with his eyes. The gang leader just stares down at the feathered faunus on the ground, his face almost expressionless for the time being.... Until it turned to that of rage as he lifts up a foot and brings it down on his former contact's head, stomping his face into the floor. Then again. And again. And again until the faunus' face, his shoe, and the floor surrounding the boy's head are coated in blood.

After that, Junior just steps away, leaving a few bloody footprints from his shoe. (Y/n) simply stores his piece away as he spots Pen walking towards him. A look of shock plastered on his face as he stares at the motionless faunus.

Pen: Holy shit, (y/n). How the hell...?

(Y/n): Let's just say the plan sounded too perfect to me.

The teen simply leaves it at that as he walks over to Junior. Pen looks back at the body and lets out an annoyed groan, realizing he's got more shit to clean up. As (y/n) approaches his boss, he overhears him mumbling in anger.

Junior: Goddamn White Fang. If they already got the Dust, we don't stand a chance to defend ourselves. Think, Hei, think!

(Y/n): Excuse me, boss, but if I may make a suggestion.

Junior turns his head towards (y/n) as he approaches, a questionable eyebrow raised on his face.

[Location: Vale docks]

Sitting in a pitch black warehouse is a familiar faunus from awhile back as the night is in full swing. His rabbit ears twitching from every little sound he hears. Whether from the wind outside or his fellow White Fang shuffling around. All while a pistol is firmly in his grip as he anticipates some action. In the meantime, he thinks back to a painful memory.

It was supposed to be a simple message to the Xiong Family, rough up one of theirs badly, and leave it at that. But then he had to come out of nowhere. Rabbit himself got beat up pretty bad, but the other two got it worse. Donkey bled to death in that alley, and Ram is still in a coma from the incident. He was the only one to make it out.

All because that human had to step in.

Well, Rabbit hopes that after this trap is well and done, he will get the chance to hunt that bastard down and avenge his friends. He still has a good memory of his face, so it shouldn't be that hard--

His thoughts are interrupted as the sound of a bullhead engine roars through the night air. Not long after the confusion starts, police sirens soon follow. As fellow White Fang members begin to panic from the popo suddenly arriving, spot lights soon flood through the windows, illuminating most of the interiors.

Officer: [THIS IS THE VPD. WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED. LAY DOWN YOUR FIREARMS AND EXIT THE BUILDING.]

Now in disbelief, Rabbit approaches one of the windows, shielding his eyes from the harsh lights. Squinting his eyes, he manages to see the flashing red and blue lights of police cruisers, along with over two dozen silhouettes. Even one or two bullheads can be spotted overhead.

WhiteFang1: They even got the back entrance covered! What the hell do we do?

Concerned chatter begins to arise among the faunus. They were fine with fighting random gang members to prove a point, not piss off the cops.

WhiteFang2: Alright, we're obviously busted. Let's just cooperate. There's no reason for this to get out--

Amongst the sirens and vehicle engines, a single gunshot rings out, followed by several authoritative screams from outside. Ranging from "shots fired" and "officer down".

And that's when all hell broke loose.

In an instant, the still air of the warehouse that was once filled with silent tension, was now filled with bullets as the police opened fire. Their firearms tearing through the thin metal walls. Several White Fang soon either took cover or dropped after getting shot. Rabbit, now fearful for his life, rushes to a toilet paper crate for safety. This proves pointless, as a few stray shots manage to nail him in the back.

The force of the hits and the waves of pain sends he tumbling to the floor, unable to scream from either the air getting knocked out of him or a punctured lung. Either way, Rabbit coughs up blood as he slowly rolls to his back. He tries to ignore the pain by overhearing his fellow members screaming in panic or shooting back to put up a fight. He spots a fellow faunus, fish fins at the sides of his head, taking cover behind a pillar as bullets smash into the hard tower of metal.

Whether his comrade will make it or not doesn't matter. For Rabbit soon finds it harder to breathe now. I guess it was a punctured lung. He coughs up more blood, but it does not seem to help. As the pain of not being able to breathe sets in from blood filling his lungs, he begins hopelessly clawing at his throat. All while more and more of his fellow White Fang die around him.

Outside of the riddled warehouse, just behind the large unit of police officers still shooting at the building, sits another warehouse. Barely peeking out of one of the windows stands none other than you. A big shit eating grin on your face and a smoking gun in your hand. As you enjoy the show, you spot the officer you managed to hit. Dead on the ground with a bullet through the head.

(Y/n): And who says pigs are only good for bacon!

Holstering your gun, you rush to the back of the warehouse and quickly exit out the backdoor. Wasting no time, you hurry through the dark alleys of the docks and make your way to another warehouse. This one with the number 18 plastered on it. Slipping towards the back, you see the rear gates wide open as several trucks are being load up with crates, while several more are slowly driving off with the headlights disabled for a stealthy exit.

You spot a fully loaded truck close by about ready to drive off and rush over to it, waving your arms to get the driver's attention. They stop, allowing you to hop into the passenger seat, and soon drive off into the night. As you are driven out of the docks through a side entrance, quickly merging with a convoy of similar trucks, you hear the distant gunfire begin to die down. While you hope the others will get the rest of the Dust out on time, you simply let out a laugh.

Not just from the success of this little heist, but from the absurdity of its success. You consider that you might have to look into your little restart event from earlier, but in the meantime, you'll just enjoy the satisfaction of a job well done.

And boy, are you satisfied.

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