I'm a liar. A liar and a trickster. That's a terrible word for it. I'm using them. I'm not telling them the truth. I'm barely telling them the truth.

Blake's thoughts spun around in her head as she watched everyone get ready.

They confronted her. Yang Ruby and Weiss confronted her about her current actions. Her obsession over things Blake never told them about. She's still hiding things from them. She's still hiding Adam.

Almost five months since the start of school, summer break has just ended and here the girls are, getting ready to fight crime. It was almost funny.

"Okay let's go over the plan again."

Yang goes over the 'plan'. Hardly a plan at all, Blake knew that better than all of them. Experience spoke within but she didn't correct them. They're not like her, besides they're just helping her. She's using them.

Blake hated herself.

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Blake's not telling us everything.

Weiss knew she wasn't. Still, Blake keeps secrets from everyone. Let her keep them, though. Weiss has secrets of her own. Ones she doesn't want to share. They're nowhere on the level of Blake's issues, but even still Weiss doesn't want to explain her family matters to others, so that's why Blake gets to keep her secrets.

Blake's wardrobe problems been handled at the very least. That was something Weiss was happy to help with. She helped Blake cover costs and now has a wardrobe of over four pairs of clothes. She was wearing one now. On the sky Blake flashes a grateful smile. Weiss nearly blushed with her return smile.

Weiss helped someone else with something. That's not something she does very often. It's a good feeling. Weiss hopes she gets to feel it again.

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Sun glances around, noticing that Blake doesn't seem lost or concerned. They've been walking through backstreets for almost an hour and Sun is slowly losing his upbeat attitude.

"Uh, Blake, you're certain you know where you're going," Sun asks again, still watching warily. Blake nods, "Yes I am." "So, how do you know?" Blake doesn't look back as she responds, "I've been involved in a few meetings before. I know what to look for when White Fang is recruiting." Sun nods slowly at Blake's turned head. "That must of been fun." Blake stops, turning towards Sun, looking at him with that expression of frustration he earns too often. "At the time, I mean," Sun rectified. Internally, Blake forgave him. Internally, she continues hating herself. Internally, Blake recalls when planning these events was something she looked forward to doing. It was a long time ago.

Externally, Blake smolders. A dreary mood separates her from Sun, which he is beginning to recognize as a familiar. Sun reaches into his little pouch pocket and pulls out a banana. Blake notices. Her expression lightens. Still dreary, but more open. "Stolen?" "Hey, a guy's gotta eat," claims Sun, biting remorselessly.

Blake doesn't comment, but is more at ease. Sun finishes his banana as they continue walking down alleyways. Blake looks forward and sees their objective, faunus stalk towards a place. Masks in hand. Blake reaches for hers.

Sun takes his, frowning in disgust. "Why grim masks?"

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All according to plan. Mostly. How Ruby managed to get lost going to such a public location is beyond Weiss's imagination. It's all Penny's fault though, Ruby had to go see what happened to Penny. There is a line of logic to Ruby's actions.

Weiss sighs. Up the elevator she goes to the communication hub floor. Ruby was so set on coming here there was no denying her and now she's not even there anymore. At least Neptune would of been interesting.

Neptune. Apart from his physical appearance, which is fashionable and impressionable hotness, something about him made her want to coddle his head.

Weiss shakes her head, realizing she was distracting herself. Focus on the task at hand. Get the company shipment papers of both failed and successful deliveries of dust in Vale. It should be easy. We could of done this at the school, so Weiss thinks. Still, there she was at a computer and her primary thought is "please don't be home please don't be home".

A small part of her wondered when she first thought like that.

Receptionist at the phone was nice. She's new, as well. And comfortable. Probably familiar with how long she might have at the job. Too polite. The last almost connected Weiss to whoever was at the office. Weiss didn't even pay attention to who it was.

One storm done. Almost passively. Weiss considers the likely hood of her still being in the elevator fantasizing about being done. Verdict: highly likely.

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A human. A human was leading this meeting.

The White Fang has always been about the promotion of Faunus. Of targeting humans that were taking advantage of Faunus labor or degradation. And other terrorist actions, she reminds herself. Blake watches as they introduce the dock thug, Roman Torchwick, as the current leader. He says things that make them trust him, that possibly validate him as a supporter of the White Fang.

Blake's disgusted. And Adam is nowhere to be seen. She wonders why she expected him to be around anyways. He only attended the ones that were important, although the things Roman brought could very well be important.

Roman somehow got his hands on military grade technology. Technology of that level, that's beyond a mere street thug's capacity to acquire. Adam, Blake knew, is the one that got these pieces. Or at the very least. He'll be in charge of them.

Roman recognizes her. Sun states the obvious. With a thought of humans and Faunus, Blake knows how to escape. With a coy smile, Blake shots, "Humans can't see in the dark."

Neither can she, Blake thinks to herself. I can't see through dark anymore.