Weiss sat in the basement of the run down Schnee Dust Company factory she was using as her base of operations. On the desk in front of her was a computer, displaying an article on a man named James Holder.

'James Holder is the next target on my mother's list. His corporation put defective smoke detectors in low-income housing in the Glades, the poorest part of the Kingdom. There have been too many fires and too many funerals. It's time I pay him a visit.'

James Holder walked beside his roof top pool, dressed in a white bathrobe and a cold drink in his hand.

"Other than the bill my legal team handed to me this morning I'm feeling pretty good," He spoke over his scroll. "Plus now that this lawsuit has been settled we can focus our attention on Unidac Industries. Okay…alright, I'll see you in the office first thing." He ended the call and chucked the scroll on a nearby lounge chair. The glass in his hand suddenly shattered into a million pieces as an arrow flew through it. He spun around to discover the hooded vigilante standing at the other end of the rooftop.

"I have armed security inside," He threatened. "All I have to do is call out."

"Go ahead," Weiss dared. "They can't hear you." She tossed a pair of guns to the ground stressing her point.

"What the hell do you want?" James asked, his cockiness immediately replaced with fear.

"How many people died in those fires? How many?" Weiss demanded.

From a nearby building across the street, a lone sniper peered through his sights. Between his cross hairs stood James, completely unaware of the danger he was in.

"The courts say you don't owe your victims anything. I disagree. James Holder, you ha…" The bang of a gunshot pierced the air cutting Weiss off. James Holder's lifeless body fell backwards into the pool, the clear water turning red. Weiss fired an arrow in the direction the bullet had come from and rolled to cover as a stream of bullets fired at her. She clutched her arm in pain as one of the bullets grazed her skin. Knowing her aura would heal her she ignored it and prepared to move. The gunshots stopped, giving Weiss an opportunity to escape. Weiss ran to the edge of the building and without hesitation jumped off the edge. As she fell, she fired a grappling hook arrow into the building where the sniper was positioned. She zipped up the building but was too late. The sniper had gotten away.

SCHNEE DUST COMPANY FACTORY

Weiss sat at her desk, crossing off James Holders name from the list.

'It's no surprise a man as corrupt as James Holder has more than one enemy.' She thought as she put the small book back in a draw in her desk. As she tried to stand, a sudden wave of dizziness came over her. She began to stumble and was forced to lean on her desk for support.

'The bullet. Poison,' she realised. She ran to her chest from the island, collapsing beside it. Desperately opening it, she began rummaging through its contents. Inside she grabbed a small bag of green herbs and chucked them in her mouth, washing them down with a nearby bottle of water. Just as she swallowed the plant, she passed out collapsing to the ground in a heap.

FLASHBACK

Weiss' eyes fluttered open. She looked up to discover she was in a cave, the only light source coming from the entrance of the cave. She looked down at herself to discover the arrow she'd been shot with still sticking out of her shoulder. From the entrance, a large man with black hair and a green hood walked in. He held a bow in his right hand and had a quiver full of arrows attached to his back.

"Who are you?" She asked her voice dry from dehydration. "Why did you shoot me?" She asked.

"To protect you," He replied as he handed her a bowl full of a water and some plants for her to swallow. Weiss hesitated at first, but when he continued to insist she ate the plants and drank the water. Without warning, the man reached down and pulled the arrow out of her shoulder. Weiss screamed in pain as it was yanked from her body.

PRESENT

Weiss woke with a jolt, her head spinning. As she stood up she glanced at her clock and was amazed and annoyed to discover she'd been unconscious for seven hours. After changing back into her regular clothes, she rushed out of the base.

SCHNEE MANSION

Weiss climbed in through her bedroom window, sneaking past the rest of her family. She walked past her bed and to the door. As she opened the bedroom door, she discovered Yang standing out the front of it, waiting for her.

"How was your night Ms Schnee?" Yang queried.

"You mean after I told you I was going to the restroom and never came back?"

"I guess from now on I'll be watching you pee."

"Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary. I'm a responsible young adult after all."

"And yet here we are… again."

JAMES HOLDER'S APARTMENT

Detective Burns and Heyman stood beside the pool James Holder's body had fallen into as the corpse was taken away.

"It doesn't make sense," Burns stated.

"Holder fits the profile," Heyman replied. "Wealthy dirt bag. Red meet for the Hood. Plus we recovered at least one arrow."

"Yeah, only this time the cause of death is a shot through the heart and our perp doesn't use firearms."

"Maybe she's finally figured out that there's easier ways to kill someone. It's like what you said, chicks nuts."

BASE

Weiss finished setting up a set of machines that would analyse her blood. She took a sample and the machine began to analyse her blood. Eventually the computer binged as the results came through.

'The bullets were laced with curare, a rare and deadly poison. Upon contact with the skin, it immediately begins to eat through your aura and gets into your system. The Killer's unique m.o. He's killed all over the world, Atlas, Vale, Menagerie. No team of Huntsmen has ever been able to stop him. The military even have a code name for him. Deadshot. I was prepared to give James Holder a chance to right his wrongs, but this Deadshot has no morality, no honor and no code. He doesn't kill for justice, which makes him just as dangerous as anyone on my list. In fact, it puts him right at the top.'

In a motel room, a young man with short brown hair and Caucasian skin sat on a seat giving himself a tattoo of the name James Holder. Across his body where dozens of other names, each off the targets he'd killed.

Weiss walked into the run down Schnee Dust Company factory followed by Yang and Whitley.

"So, what do you think?" Weiss asked. "I believe it will make a wonderful restaurant. I was thinking of having the dance floor over there and dining area on the top floor." She pointed around the room indicating what she meant.

"You are kidding?" Whitley asked in disbelief.

"What do you mean?"

"Sister, this place is a dump and it's in the poorest part of the kingdom. The people we tend to socialize with wouldn't be caught dead here."

"Well it's about time I change that. By creating this restaurant it'll be a chance to start fixing this Kingdom."

"Are you sure you want to do this? Excuse me for saying this but it's not like you have any real experience in running… well running anything."

"Yes I'm sure," She stated confidently.

"How about tomorrow night we go and investigate the competition."

"That sounds lovely."

Whitley looked down at his scroll as it began to buzz.

"My apologies but I have an urgent matter to attend to. See you later sister." Whitley walked by Yang without even acknowledging her.

"So… what do you think?" Weiss asked looking to Yang.

"Well, I'm here to provide security, mam, not a commentary."

"Oh, come on, Yang, do me a favor. Speak freely, please," She insisted.

"Well, this is the Glades, right? Your rich friends wouldn't come to this neighborhood on a bet."

"I'm Weiss Schnee, right? People would stand in line for three hours if I opened a restaurant. Besides there's something I didn't tell Whitley. The restaurant isn't for rich privileged people. It's for everyday people in the area."

"And no one who actually lives in the Glades would see a penny of those cover charges."

"So we make it a successful business, gentrify the neighborhood," Weiss explained.

"I was wandering when we would get to that." Weiss looked at her in confusion.

"The white knight swooping in to save the disenfranchised and all by her lonesome, with no help from anybody."

"Well, it's evident you don't think very highly of me do you?"

"No mam, actually I have a very high regard for how perceptive you are… mam."

As Yang walked back to the entrance to light a cigarette, Weiss looked around the facility that stood on top of her secret base.

'The restaurant will conceal my base underneath and provide an alibi for where Weiss Schnee spends her nights.'

DISRTICT ATTORNEYS OFFICE

Lucas Burns sat behind his computer reading an article on Weiss.

"Hey Lucas," His friend, Jeremy called out as he walked over to him. Lucas quickly closed the tab but not before Jeremy had a chance to see it.

"You aren't seriously telling me you're into her? Come on man, she's just another one of those uptight rick types."

"She's different," Lucas argued.

"Wow, you are into her," Jeremy realized.

"No, she's just, really… cool."

"Riiigghhhtt," He drew it out sarcastically.

"What?" Lucas demanded.

"Well, I mean I'd be more inclined to believe you if I hadn't just found you trolling for articles on her."

"Trolling!"

"Look, tomorrow night, Courtney and I are going out to this restaurant for a date. She could set you up with one of her friends."

"I don't think so."

"Come on, you haven't been on a date in ages. It's time to have some fun. Unless you want to sit here and keep reading about Weiss Schnee."

"Fine," Lucas conceded, throwing his hands in the air.

Weiss, dressed in a pair of jeans and sweatshirt walked alone, down an empty alley. She looked up at the building beside her and after making sure no one was around, she began climbing the side of the building, grabbing onto window ledges for support. Soon she found what she was looking for, a bullet lodged into the side of the building. Pulling a pair of pliers out of her pocket she was able to dig the bullet out of the wall.

POLICE PRECINT

"Got ballistics back on the Holder murder," Heyman stated as he walked up to Burnes. "They pulled two 7.62 millimetre bullets out of him. According to stippling and size of the entry wound they estimate shots were fired from 100 yards away."
"A hundred yards? So the hood shoots him from another building goes over to his place, he takes out his security, then fires a few arrows?"

"And according to his tox screen, his blood contained strychnos toxifera."
"What?"

"Curare, It's a kind of poison," Heyman explained.
"So now we switch from arrows to sniper bullets and poison. I'm not buying it."
"We still found arrows on the scene," Heyman reminded him. "Solid evidence the Hood was there." Burns got up from his seat and began heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" Heyman called out.

"I'm going to get my own evidence!" Burns called out as he rushed out the door.

RUNDOWN FACTORY

Weiss began working out, climbing up a rope, with nothing but her bare hands. She followed the climb with hand-to-hand combat training. To the side her computer scanned the bullet she'd extracted from the building earlier and searched for its model. The computer binged, signaling the process had been completed. She wiped the sweat away from her face and drank a mouthful of water.

'7.62 millimeter bullets. The money trail leads back to the Bratva, the Windpath mob. Finally, some good luck.'

Weiss, walked down the street, in the slums of the kingdom, wearing a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses to conceal her identity. As she reached a mechanics garage, she walked around the building, taking the side entrance. It was only once she was inside that she removed the glasses and hat. Inside she found a pair of men, working together to repair a car's engine. One was old and bald whilst the other was slightly younger and in relatively good shape.

"I'm looking for Alex Leonov," Weiss stated as she approached the two confused looking men.

"There's no one here by that name," The bald man replied.

"Not in your garage. In the basement underneath." Her voice remained steady but determined. In response, the fit man reached into his tool box and pulled out a gun. However, as he drew it Weiss grabbed his wrist and with no effort twisted it into a painful lock. She forced the gun out of the man's hand and released his wrist. She proceeded to disassemble the gun, all without taking her eyes off the man in front of her. "I am Bratva," She announced as she pulled down her sweatshirt to reveal a Bratva tattoo on her chest, a mark that all members achieve when they reach the rank of captain.

"I want to see Alex Leonov," She repeated, the two men still giving her suspicious glances. The man Weiss had been starring at since she entered stepped up to her and gave a small bow.

"Pleased to meet you," The bald man greeted her, revealing himself to be Alex. Weiss bowed back showing respect to a fellow member before following him to the lower levels of the garage.

"My apologies. We meant no disrespect to a Captain." Alex apologized. "So, how can I be of assistance?"

"I'm in the market for a hired gun. Someone the organization has used before. His calling card is a 7.62 millimeter gun laced with curare."

"I know no man who uses such tools." Alex replied.

"But you can find out who does."

"First, we drink to each other's health," Alex instructed as he poured them both a shot. "Then I will look into the identity of this man you seek." Weiss gave a nod, signaling her approval before downing the shot. "I will also verify that you are really a Bratva Captain. Should this not be the case I will send my men to find you and kill you and your family." Weiss remained unfazed by Alex's threat and wordlessly walked away.

"Carl Rasmussen was found shot to death in his home earlier this evening.The police will not comment if there's a connection between Mr. Rasmussen's death and the murder of James Holder a few nights ago.Mr. Rasmussen leaves behind a wife and three children," The news reporter announced.

Standing beside the television, stood Deadshot, tattooing the name Carl Rasmussen, his latest kill, onto his abdomen.

After completing the tattoo he walked over to his laptop and pulled up an image of his next target. He smiled wickedly as an image of Jacques Schnee opened up on his screen.

SCHNEE MANSION

Detective Burns and Heyman sat opposite Jacques in his office.

"It's a great loss. Carl was a titan," Jacques explained, sounding as though he cared over the loss of the man.

"A titan who was looking to buy out a company called Unidac Industries," Heyman stated, referring to his notepad.

"Well industries are something of a misdemeanor. U.I.'s recent activity was actually looking into alternative energy."

"I think the point my partner is trying to make is that Carl Rasmussen was the second bidder this week to lose his life," Burns stated accusingly.

"Are you implying something?" Jacques demanded.

"Well, only that you're looking into buying Unidac Industries and the competition seems to be dropping like flies."

"Unidac's in receivership detective. Ownership is subject to a liquidation auction, so that means there are many prospective buyers. The auctions tomorrow, so if I were taking out the competition, I would have a lot of killing to do in a very short amount of time."

"We're just making the rounds with the interested buyers," Heyman explained. "Let them know that they need to be careful."

"Oh yes, I'm overwhelmed by your concern for my safety. Now If we're finished here Klein will show you out."

"Well, if you ever need us we're just a call away."

"Trust me, I won't need you."

THE PARAGON

Weiss and Whitley sat opposite each other, waiting for their meals to be served.

"You're serious about starting a restaurant?" Whitley asked for the third time that night.

"Yes, why is that so hard for you to believe?"

"Well, I'm simply… Weiss, Weiss are you listening?" Whitley queried noticing Weiss starring over his shoulder.

"What is it?" He asked following her line of site.

"Just a friend, Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment," She excused herself before getting up and leaving the table.

Weiss walked across the room where she found two men sitting at a table together.

"Lucas?" Weiss queried. Lucas looked up from his Jeremy and a smile immediately came to his face as he recognized the women beside him.

"Weiss," He beamed. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he got up out of his chair.

"I'm just having dinner with my brother," She replied. "You?"

Lucas began rubbing his neck nervously.

"Oh you know, just hanging out, that's all."

"Smooth," Jeremy mumbled under his breath.

"Well boys, did you miss us?" Came a voice approaching the table. The group turned around to see Jeremy and Lucas' dates returning from the restroom.

"So you're on a date then," Weiss realized.

"Yeah, ah yeah I am," Lucas replied awkwardly causing Weiss to let out a small chuckle.

"Well it was lovely seeing you again," She stated before heading back to her table. As she walked away Lucas couldn't help but stare, totally ignoring his date, who was giving him a seriously pissed off look.

FLASHBACK

Weiss awoke, still in the cave, a fire flickered beside her, lighting up her surroundings. She tried to move but the pain from her injured shoulder made even the slightest movement an effort. As she looked around she noticed the man who'd given her the herbs sleeping on the other side of the fire. As quietly as possible, she climbed to her feet, holding in the urge to scream out in pain. She ran out of the cave as fast as she could in her weakened state, not daring to look back, worried she'd see the man following her. She continued to run through the forest, pushing through the thick foliage in her path. She didn't care about where she was or even if there were any Grimm nearby. She just had to get away from that psycho.

She didn't make it very far before becoming too exhausted to run any further. Leaning against a tree for support she took a moment to catch her breath. She looked around wildly, not sure what to do or where to go. Suddenly, a net shot out of the ground wrapping around Weiss and sending her off her feet and into the air.

PRESENT

Weiss sat beside Whitley in the back of their car in silence while Yang drove them home. Suddenly, Weiss' scroll began to ring, disrupting the silence.

"Hello," She answered the call. A few seconds went by as Weiss listened to the caller.

"Yang, do you mind pulling over," Weiss requested, much to her brothers surprise. "It's private," She explained to him.

As Yang pulled over Weiss got out of the car and walked out of hearing range.

"So I checked out?"

"You did." Alex replied. "His name of Floyd Lawton. I have the address of where he stayed the last time he was in Atlas."

"Good, let's hope he's a creature of habit. Go."

APPLE GATE MOTEL

Weiss, dressed in her suit and geared up walked to the end of the motel hallway, stopping in front of the door to the room Deadshot was supposed to be staying in. Reaching back, she grabbed an arrow and prepared to fire it. Inside the motel room, Floyd looked around suspiciously, sensing something was off. Suddenly the door was kicked in and an arrow fired through the air. Floyd dove out of the way, narrowly avoiding the arrow. He grabbed his gauntlets and slid them on over his wrists. As he unleashed a hail of bullets, Weiss was forced to take cover in the hallway.

The bullets came to a sudden stop as Floyd was forced to reload his gauntlets. Using this to her advantage, Weiss began firing arrows into the room. Despite her best attempts, Floyd dodged the arrows and quickly began to fire again, once again forcing Weiss to take cover. Continuing to fire, Floyd backed up to a window before jumping out and making his escape. As the hail of bullets finally ended, Weiss peered into the room, arrow drawn, ready to fire. However, she discovered that the room was empty. She raced over to the smashed window but it was too late, Floyd had gotten away.

Sirens in the distance began to wail, alerting Weiss of the incoming police. She raced back in the room and looked around for anything she could use to help her track down Deadshot. On a nearby coffee table she noticed a laptop, riddled with bullet holes. With nothing else to go on, she grabbed the broken computer and ran out of the building.

Weiss climbed back into her bedroom. She'd given the laptop to Alex. He had contacts who could hack into whatever files remained on it. She crawled into bed and laid there for a while. However, no matter how long she laid there she couldn't get to sleep, not with the thought of Deadshot out there. Eventually, she decided to go for a walk through the mansion.

As she walked, she discovered Yang standing outside of her father's office.

"What are you up to?" She queried as she walked up to the blonde bodyguard.

"Your father has hired me to protect him up until the auction tomorrow," Yang explained.

"Does this mean you're taking a break from babysitting me?" Weiss asked eagerly.

"Just for a day. Don't get to worried, I'll be back to protecting you in no time."

"Oh yeah, I'm helpless without you."

The two stood in silence, in the dark hallways of the Schnee mansion. Weiss noticed Yang playing with the black ribbon she had tied around her wrist.

"What is that?" She asked.

"Hmm?"

"The black ribbon. You've worn it every day." Weiss noticed how Yang's whole body tensed. Yang starred at the ribbon for a few moments before replying.

"It… it belonged to someone very important to me." Weiss watched her closely, sensing the hesitation in her voice. She decided not to push any further, noticing Yang's resilience to open up.

It wasn't long after that when Jacques walked out of his office.

"Weiss, I'm surprised to see you up this late."

"I couldn't sleep knowing there could be an assassin after you."

"There's no need to fear. Ms. Xioa Long is more than capable of protecting me. You should know that better than anyone. Besides we don't know for certain if I'm in any real danger."

From the nearby gardens, Deadshot, perched in a tree, loaded his sniper rifle. Taking aim through the scope, he found three figures walking down the hallway and past a series of windows. He aimed up his sights and had Jacques lined up in his cross heirs. However, just as he was about to fire Weiss stepped in between Jacques and the window they were in front of. She looked out at the garden, scanning it for any sign of suspicious activity.

"Move bitch," Deadshot mumbled. Noticing Weiss was slightly shorter than her father he aimed his scope upwards. If he made the shot, the bullet would fly over Weiss' head and hit Jacques. However, it was a risky shot and they would soon reach the end of the hallway, out of Deadshot's line of sight. He switched on his laser sight and prepared for the kill.

"What are you looking at?" Yang asked, noticing Weiss starring out the window.

"I don't know, just have a feeling," She explained.

"Get down!" Yang suddenly shouted. Weiss spun around just in time to see Yang tackling Jacques to the ground. The window behind her shattered and she felt the air above her head ripple as the bullet flew over her head and smashed into the wall beside her.

"Get him to safety!" Weiss ordered as she ran to the smashed window. Without hesitation, Weiss dove out of the window, towards the garden below. Just before she hit the ground, she created a glyph to break her fall. She dove onto the ground and began running towards the small forest that surrounded the mansion. She created a glyph in front of her, shielding her from the onslaught of bullets being fired at her.

Seeing as she was unfazed by his attacks, Lawton jumped from the tree and began to run. As Weiss began to catch up to him, she created a glyph in front of him. However, she underestimated his reaction times and instead of crashing into the glyph like she intended he vaulted over it. As he reached the outer wall of the Schnee Mansion he grabbed a zip line he had attached earlier, knowing he'd be needing a quick escape. As he zipped up the wall, he dropped a grenade, right in front of a rapidly approaching Weiss. Weiss slid to a halt right in front of the grenade and at the last possible second created a glyph, shielding her from the blast. Despite the glyph, the force of the explosion sent her flying backwards through the air. As she picked herself up off the ground she could hear the sound of a motorbike in the distance. She slammed her fist into the ground in frustration. He'd gotten away, again.

"Weiss, what were you thinking?" Jacques demanded as Weiss walked back into the mansion.

"I was thinking I was going after the man who just tried to kill you."

"Why? What do you think you could have done, besides get yourself killed?"

"I… I was just trying to help," She stated, through gritted teeth before walking off.

"Where are you going?" Jacques demanded.

"Bed! Or can I not even do that now?"

Once in her bedroom, her scroll began to buzz.

"Yes?" She asked as she answered the call.

"We have the computer back," Alex reported.

"Excellent, I'll be there shortly." Hanging up the scroll Weiss quickly changed out of her pajamas before making her escape out of the window.

"What did you get from the computer?" Weiss asked as she walked into the basement where Alex sat.

"A set of blue prints," Alex replied, turning his monitor to face Weiss.

"What of?" Weiss asked as she looked over the screen.

"The exchange building," He replied. Weiss let out an annoyed sigh in response. 'The same building the Unidac Industries auction is being taken place in.' She thought to herself.

"It's a company computer for Wauren Patell," Alex revealed. 'Then that means Patell is the one hiring Floyd Lawton. The exchange building is surrounded by three towers with eye lines into the building. Lawton can get his kill shot off any one of them, from virtually anywhere. I can't cover that much area. I can't cover all of Deadshot's targets. I can't do this alone."

Detective Burns walked to his car, outside the police precinct. As he reached into his pocket to find his keys a sudden force from behind shoved him onto his car and pinned him down.

"Ah! You bitch!" He shouted as he struggled against Weiss' grip.

"Detective, quiet," Weiss ordered.

"You're crazier then I thought, doing this right outside the police station!"

"Floyd Lawton's the one targeting the buyers interested in Unidac industries," Weiss explained. "The military call him Deadshot because he never misses. You can look this up after I go."

"Oh yeah and stop chasing you I suppose?"

"Warren Patel, hired Lawton. I can't be sure who they're targeting, it might be all the buyers and I can't protect them in a space that big. I need your help."

"Yeah, professional help," Burns laughed.

"Lawton laces his bullets with curare, make sure your men wear kevlar."

"Yeah and I'll tell them to shoot at you!"

Without Burns knowing, Weiss activated her semblance and forced the detective to remain on the hood as she began to back away. The force on his back disappeared and Burns jumped up and spun around. However, the vigilante was nowhere in sight.

"How the hell?" As he looked around, he noticed the broken laptop on his car roof.

UNIDAC AUCTION

Whitley and Jacques stood amongst the crowd at the Unidac auction.

"This is quite the turnout," Whitley noted.

"Well, it's a very important night. One I do not intend to end without a winning. I do wish your sister could have made it though. Seeing us together does create a good family image."

"In all fairness she did go through hell. She isn't used to this kind of lifestyle anymore."

"Mr. Schnee, the auction will be opening in five minutes," An employee informed him as she came up to the father and son.

"Thank you." He thanked the women as he led Whitley through the crowd to where the auction would occur.

As they walked off Detective Heyman approached Warren Patel.

"Mr. Patel, I'm going to need you to come with me," He requested. Mr Patel looked up in shock.

"What for?" He demanded, although his voice was shaky and nervous.

"I think we'd all prefer not to make a scene right here," Heyman replied. With that, he began leading Patel outside where he would arrest him and take him to jail.

From the top floor, Burns patrolled the area, scanning the crowd for any suspicious activity.

"Unit one clear," Burns reported. "Unit two?"

"We have Patel in custody. Still no sign of Lawton," Heyman reported.

"Unit three?" Burns queried.

"I'm at the northwest perimeter, all clear."

"Unit four?"

"Parking structure is clear."

"Unit five?"

"This is unit five. All clear." With all units checked in and clear, Burns continued to patrol the second floor.

In one of the nearby buildings Floyd Lawton put down the radio, he used to fake unit five's check in and began assembling his sniper. On the floor beside him lay the dead body of the police officer he had ruthlessly murdered to get into position.

Weiss walked into the auction room, dressed in a long, slim purple dress. She walked through the crowd until she found Yang.

"Yang, got your eyes open?"

"That's what I'm here for, mam. That and answering patronizing questions."

"This guys running out of time. If he's going to do something it's going to happen before the auction."

"Mam?" Yang queried, giving Weiss a suspicious look.

"I just worry for my father's safety," Weiss quickly explained.

"Weiss!" Jacques called out in surprise.

"Father," She smiled as she walked up to Jacques and her brother.

"I'm so pleased you were able to attend."

"Father, I'm worried. That assassin is still out there and I'm worried for you."

"I appreciate the concern Weiss, but the security here is more than sufficient to keep me safe."

Through his sniper, Floyd aimed his sights through the crowd, searching for his target. His crosshairs lined up with a man in a dark brown suit. He lined up the shot and without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew through the room, hitting its target directly in the chest, immediately killing him. The crowd broke into chaos as everyone began racing crazily towards the exits.

Floyd fired again, killing another of his targets. Yang raced over to Jacques and held him down as she lead him to safety.

Weiss grabbed Whitley and followed closely after Yang.

"Get them out of here!" Weiss ordered.

"You have to come with me!" Yang replied.

"No, take them!" Weiss snapped before running back into the crowd.

"Weiss!" Whitley cried.

"I'll get her! Move!" Yang shouted.

Weiss pushed through the crowd and burst into a small stairwell. She launched up the stairs, taking them three at a time. As she reached the second floor, she threw the lid off a trashcan and grabbed a duffle bag out. Inside she pulled out her hood and continued to run, the bag carrying the rest of her gear in it.

Just moments later Yang burst into the stairwell, her gauntlets armed and ready to fire. She raced up the stairs, desperately trying to find Weiss.

As people continued to escape, Lawton continued to eliminate his targets. From the roof of the Exchange building Weiss fired a grappling hook arrow into the building where Lawton was. She smashed through a window and rolled to cover. Lawton spun around and began firing his gauntlets at her. Weiss fired arrows at him and the two traded attacks. The room went silent as Lawton reloaded his weapons. He began to walk forward, his weapon drawn, ready to fire at any second. Weiss swung at him from behind casing him to fall to the floor. She dove on top of him and he kicked her off him, sending her crashing through a table. They both jumped up and began fighting. Eventually, Weiss was able to pin Lawton to the wall and began strangling him with her bow. Floyd kneed her in the gut and grabbed the bow out of her hands, chucking it across the floor. Floyd went to punch her but she rolled out of the way, grabbing her bow and taking cover behind a support pillar.

"Drop your guns!" Weiss ordered.

"I admire your work. Guess you won't be extending any professional courtesy."

"We're not in the same line of work. Your profession is murder."

"You've taken lives." Lawton argued.

"For the good of others. You're out for yourself." Having had enough of talking Floyd began firing once again. Weiss spun around the pillar she was hiding behind and fired an arrow before hiding back behind the pillar. The gunfire ended and there was a loud thud that echoed through the room as Floyd's body hit the floor.

Weiss walked over and inspected the body. Her arrow had pierced through Lawton's scope and into his eye. A grunt from behind her caused her to spin around, ready to fire an arrow. However, she was shocked when she discovered Yang, clutching her shoulder as blood flowed out of it.

"Yang!" Weiss shouted as the bodyguard fell to the floor. Weiss ran over to her, and began carrying her out of the building and to safety.

FLASHBACK

The man from the cave stood beside Weiss, still hanging in the net, passed out from exhaustion. Weiss slowly opened her eyes to discover a blade pointed in her face.

"You're a fool. This island is too dangerous for any one person to be alone." The man walked over to a tree and cut the rope holding the net. Weiss fell to the ground in a heap, pain piercing her whole body.

"They'll kill you," He warned before beginning to walk away. Weiss crawled out of the net, clutching her injured shoulder.

"Hey!" She called out.

The man slowly turned to face her.

"You expect me to trust you when so far all you've done is shoot me and follow me through a forest."

"As well as save your life multiple times now," He replied causing Weiss to glare at him angrily.

"I don't even know your name."

"Ghira Belladonna," He answered before walking away. She looked around her surroundings and seeing as he hadn't killed her yet she decided the only thing she could do was follow him.

Minutes later a team of men in combat gear and armed with machine guns, examined the broken net, searching for any other sign of life.

PRESENT

Weiss raced into her base as fast as she could, Yang's unconscious body over her shoulder. She laid her down on a table before racing to her trunk of supplies. Quickly grabbing what she needed Weiss began creating an antidote for the curare poisoning. She forced it down Yang's throat until the cup was empty. The herbs would heal the poison and her aura would heal the wound. All that was left now was to wait.

A few hours later Yang awoke, her body drowned in sweat. She tried to get up but a wave of pain rushed over her. Fighting through the pain, she rolled on her side where she discovered Weiss, still in her vigilante suit, sitting beside her.

"Yang, we need to talk."

POLICE PRECINT

Heyman walked up to Burns who was sitting behind his computer typing up his report for the nights events.

"Burns, did you here? The Commissioner did it."

"Did what?" Burns asked curiously, looking up at his partner.

"She hired a team of Huntsmen to take down the vigilante," He revealed.

"What? But we're on that case."

"She said we weren't getting the results she needed."

"God dammit!" He cried in annoyance. "What, don't they have any Grimm to fight instead of stealing our cases. Well go on, what team is it?"

"Team JNPR."

Author's Note:

Sorry if this chapter isn't very well written. I had trouble really getting into it. However, I'm excited for the next one with team JNPR coming in to stop Weiss. Plus, Yang now knows Weiss' secret. I also argued with myself about adding a Felicity character into the story but couldn't think of a good RWBY character to put in her place.