You walked along the brightly lit streets, your hands in your pockets. "Remember what Roman said Neo. Don't do anything until we get inside." You pulled up your hood, then you pulled up your bandana, hearing the sound of Neo's Sembalance as she changed her appearance. Glancing over you now saw a six foot tall man in White Fang gear. "Neo. Be serious." You chided. She quickly shifted into her usual disguise.
     This version of her had jet black hair done up in two pig tails, green eyes, and a black midriff dress. "I still don't understand why you argue with me and not Roman." You sighed, walking to the warehouse in the middle docks. Feeling your Scroll buzz in your pocket you pulled it out. "Because you let me." You read out, turning to Neo. Who merely had a smug grin on her face. "I hate you." You muttered. Another buzz.
     "No you don't." You sighed again, glaring at the small criminal. "You really do test me sometimes." Romans voice in your earpiece made you look to the storehouse. "Would you two quit chatting and get in here?" You walked to the doors, grabbing the handles. Slowly you pushed the doors open enough to get you and Neo in. Walking in you turned, shutting the doors behind you two.
     "Wonder what Atlas dropped off for us this time." You said, walking over to one of the shipping crates. Without a lock it was easy to open up, exposing crates of Dust. "Dust here." You said, shutting it. Sure, Dust was useful and all, but you were itching to get hold of some sort of weapon. After all, Romans cane was a gun, and Neo had that hidden blade in her umbrella, why shouldn't you have some sort of cool weapon to call your own?

     You sighed in disappointment as you opened the third crate loaded with Dust that you found, starting to get annoyed. Slamming the crate shut you groaned out to echo in the empty warehouse, "Do these Atlas jackasses not send weapons anymore or am I just missing something!?" Romans voice, obviously, was the one to reply to yours. "Your missing something alright, come to the back!" Looking down the row of crates you grumbled to yourself as you followed Romans voice, heading further into the warehouse. "Care to tell me what I'm missing?"
     Roman merely gestured to a box he had on the floor. "Took it out of an office in the back. Probably didn't want it with the Dust in here." You stooped down, grabbing the box and opening it. "It's gauntlets." You slowly pulled them out, examining them before trying them on. "Perfect fit." Roman remarked, watching you as you adjusted the black metal gloves better. "Yeah. Wonder why they didn't want them in one of these crates." Rummaging through the box you pulled out a piece of paper. "Schematics."
     Unfolding the paper you now looked over the pictures and descriptions all over the page. "Huh." Roman looked over your shoulder. "What do they do?" You pointed to a note regarding a picture of the gauntlets as fists. "Experimental technology has been installed into the glove to bypass Aura and render quick neutralization of an opponent. See blade note." You now looked on the paper excitedly for a picture of what it was talking about.
     "Wonder why Atlas would make something like this to attack people." Roman rubbed his chin as Neo walked up beside you, watching you look for the blade. "Wouldn't be surprised if that Schnee guy asked for something like that. Would definitely keep his Faunus 'workers' in line if even their Aura didn't do anything to protect them." You now found the note on the blade. "Roman, listen to this." You read the note now, "Blade shape and size is designed for subtle encounters, meant to penetrate and deal fatal damage to a target to allow a silent kill." You stayed silent for a moment.

     "I'm beginning to think Atlas is getting tired of sending their machines after the White Fang." Roman observed, reading the schematics himself as the three of you left, you carrying a crate of Dust, and Neo carrying a suitcase with all the lien you found in the warehouse. "Yeah, these things do sound like an assassination tool more than something to keep a worker in line." You reflected, setting the dust in the van you all had. Hopping in the back with it you shut the doors.
     "Whatever they are, their yours now. So have fun with those." Roman said, driving on to the highway.
     You continued reading the schematics, curious as to what all these things could do.