AN at the end. I don't' own RWBY or Overwatch, they belong to their respective owners.

Chapter 4

Mistakes

To the school, she was quieter than before everything happened. There would be moments of life in her eyes when she fought or when she was around her team, but she had nothing to show to the rest of the school. The only detail she wanted them to see was her dull, green eyes.

Pyrrha Nikos wouldn't talk to many people. Anyone at Beacon would say her reason were that she was humble especially for someone of her stature, and soft spoken when it came to outside opinions. It was believed among Beacon that she was just a good-natured person, but the reality was that she had selfish needs, she just never wanted anyone to see that side of her.

The last thought of what she wanted echoed within her mind as she sat by Nora's bed. She had no recollection of when she got up that morning. All she remembered was the sobbing Nora had made as she and Ruby entered their dorm before the sun had come up. Ever since then, all she had done was sit by the resting bomber's side after being informed of what had happened and Beacon's situation. There was nothing more to do than make sure Nora was safe in those moments, and as the leader of team PRN (Prune), it was her responsibility.

"How is she?" the champion's head shot up from her daze and her attention was darted toward the front door. Her eyes softened as her eyes aimed at Lie Ren. Grocery bags were hanging off both of his forearms and his stature was just as tired as Pyrrha.

"She hasn't made a noise since she stopped crying," Pyrrha said with folded arms as she got up and made her way towards Ren in order to help him with the food. "Will this be enough for her?"

"Usually, no." Ren said as he and Pyrrha put the groceries on the remaining desk in the room that wasn't being used. "You know how she can get." the two friends shared a smile for a few short moments.

"Has she ever been like this before?" Pyrrha asked with hushed worry. The champion could see Ren's eyes softened as he looked over to his sleeping partner. Pyrrha noticed he failed to contain his distress due to his tight grip along the crease of his sleeve.

"Only a few times, when we were little." Ren quickly said as he started to unpack the canned goods, avoiding eye contact with Pyrrha. "I was lucky that I'm on good terms with the cafeteria staff. We were able to get this food from their pantry." He tossed his leader a can of soup and Pyrrha caught it with little effort. "Could you heat that up in the microwave in the student lounge? I'll manage looking over her for now." Pyrrha noticed the kick in his step as he made his way toward Nora.

"You sure you don't need me here?" Pyrrha asked, concerned for both her teammates. Ren looked back to her with a slight smile.

"Believe me," the stoic ninja said as he put his hand on the bomber's side. "It isn't the first time she's been distraught. She'll come back around, it hasn't stopped my partner before." Pyrrha's heart sank as she noticed the realization appear on Ren's face, only to follow with regret.

"I'll be going then." Pyrrha said quickly. She only saw Ren get up from his seat as she turned and shut the door behind her and darted down the hall.

The can of soup in her hand was starting to dent as her heels made muffled clacks across the burgundy carpet. Pyrrha took notice of the silence that surrounded her and surmised it up to the lock down that was in effect. She would be lying if she said she enjoyed the quiet nature of the school. The silence would always overwhelm her in the end. No matter how hard she fought or occupied her mind, thoughts of him would always come through. The memories would start small and innocent enough. She would picture him sitting with the rest of her friends at their lunch table, laughing along to whatever antic Nora got herself into, but things would change drastically in the span of moments, just like how Ren jumpstarted her memories regarding her former leader.

Her vision began to go in and out as her subconscious kept showing Jaune Arc beside her with a look of concern and determination. Pyrrha smiled, knowing even after his secrets were revealed to the school, he would do anything for his team. Nora being in her state of shocked only amplified how much better of a leader he was in comparison to her. He would have been the one to nurse her back to health while the others went about their studies and errands. She couldn't help but smile at the selfless miraged that appeared at her side.

"Woah!" Pyrrha was caught off guard as she bumped into someone which caused her to drop the dented can. Within a few moments, the image of Jaune had dissipated from Pyrrha's vision, leaving her with the person she had bumped into.

"Oh! I'm sorry." Pyrrha said on instinct as she quickly reached for the can, only for another pale hand to grab it first.

"For Nora?" Pyrrha's eyes widened as she looked up to see Ruby Rose, clad in her sleep attire standing before her with a blank expression on her face along with dark rings under her eyes.

"Yes." the champion replied as she was handed the can. "Ren is taking care of her at the moment and asked to get her some food before he wakes her up." Ruby remained still for a few moments before she made her way past the champion.

"At least he cares for his partner." Ruby muttered as she kept walking. Pyrrha's eyes hardened at Ruby's words and as she turned to face her accuser, there was nothing left except a flurry of rose petals. Pyrrha stood there for a few moments as her free hand tightened to extremes only known to her. Her teeth began to grind against each other as her thoughts raced back to her partner, only mouthing two words to her: "She's right."

"Dammit." Pyrrha hissed as she forced her mind away from that sensitive subject and in doing so, turned towards the microwave in order to do what she was told in the first place, only to stop suddenly as her heel made contact with an unknown surface. She rose an eyebrow as she looked down to see what she stepped on.

"Was this Ruby'?" Pyrrha asked herself as she picked up the tattered journal off the floor. There was uncertainty within the champion as the notebook rested in her hands, but her curiosity triumphed as she put the can of soup into the microwave and indulged herself in Ruby's journal.

Pyrrha scanned the various pages to see nothing but weapon designs, which included modifications of both of their team's weapons. Some were simple such as a concealed knife in Yang's gauntlets, or adding a laser sight for Blake's Gambol Shroud. Ren, Nora, and herself were given minor upgrades too which included extended magazines for Ren and different Dust mixtures for Nora's grenades. Pyrrha couldn't help but smile when she saw the details of her weapons which included razor edges for Akuko and a different thruster for Milo so that the impact of her javelin would increase. Despite her words only moments ago, Pyrrha appreciated Ruby's thoughtfulness as she turned the next page, only to let out a sharp gasp.

What was displayed were two whole pages of Jaune's weapons, scribbled out before her. His sword and shield on one side, which showed much more detail than any of the other pages. From Ruby's countless theories of what metal is used to forge the sword, to the reaction time of the shield mechanism, the first page was almost a jumbled mess of details if the champion was to be honest. The next page was followed by one of her modifications that everyone else had, but the passion behind it dwarfed the others. It was a combination of his sword and shield which took the form of a great sword. The edges were sharp and ended with two pointed tips at the top. Pyrrha looked at the bottom of the page to see the weight of the combined weapons as well as other details she had a hard time processing.

With her curiosity pushing her further, Pyrrha ignored the beeping of the microwave and turned to one of the last pages in Ruby's book, only for the champions heart to sink into her stomach. The entirety of the last two pages was scribbled with either a black marker or a dark pen. There were a few shrubs in the foreground as well as a few tombstones to Pyrrha's surprise. Confusion sprouted within Pyrrha as she continued to look at the massive scribbles, only for attention to focus on the lower, middle section of the drawing which contained two red orbs. They weren't tiny, but they did cause Pyrrha to squint in order to get a better view. The confusion continued to grow and finally peaked as she noticed the tiniest of details.

"Why do they look so sad?" she wondered to herself as she continued to ignore her duties as a leader and a friend. After the last beep of the microwave, Pyrrha slammed the journal shut and used her polarity to catch the can of soup. With a turn of the heel, she quickly made her way back to her dorm with soup in hand and journal underneath her arm.

"You sure you don't want to come with, Ruby?" Pyrrha heard Weiss ask as she got closer to her room. Pyrrha decided to halt slow down and make sure she didn't get in view of her fellow leader. Thankfully, the only people she saw were Blake, Weiss, and Yang. Although their attire which showed they were heading off campus was concerning to the champion, given that the school was in lock down.

"Like I said before, I'm fine." the usual, flat tone of her fellow leader made Pyrrha shudder as she noticed the concerned looks of Ruby's team. The three looked at each other before heading towards the other exit, leaving Pyrrha to be unseen throughout their exchange. She looked down at the journal resting in the gap between her arm and torso with an uneasy nature before she sighed. Pyrrha quickly made her way to Ruby's door and knocked on it.

"Guys, I made up my mi-!" Ruby stopped herself as she saw Pyrrha standing before her. The hooded leader's eyes narrowed at the champion and before she could say anything, Pyrrha thrusted the journal forward.

"You dropped it." Pyrrha stated quickly.

"Thanks." Ruby responded as she snatched the journal and shut the door, leaving Pyrrha alone.

"You did the right thing." Pyrrha tried to convince herself as she cringed and slumped her shoulders.

"Who are you trying to kid, Pyrrha?" she asked herself as she entered her dorm. Ren said nothing as he was sitting next to Nora who was awake and sitting up in her bed. Pyrrha smiled as she handed Nora the can of soup, only to see the disgusted look on the bombers face.

"Pyrrha," Nora said with a shaky voice. "I'm not trying to be mean, but the soup is really cold."

#

A few hours had passed since Jaune had his conversation with Sombra and it had been exactly three hours since he arrived at his intended destination. His dissolved nose inhaled some of the exhaust of the trucks in the Warehouse District which caused him to gag slightly, despite the stinging sensation of his throat breaking down and reforming within seconds. The exhaust was another reason why he despised the Kingdoms so much as he continued to lay on his back, admiring the spotted clouds that drifted in the amber sky. The rooftop he occupied allowed him to have at least some peace of mind as he reminisced about his childhood that consisted of nothing but nature.

The smoke stacks along the outer part of the district disappeared from his vision as luscious trees took their place. The smog replaced with the rich oak smell he reveled in, and the countless horns and screeches of cars morphed into the wind rustling the bushes. He began to recollect his memories with his grandfather as the two fished, hiked, camped, and hunted together. He never had those moments with his parents, even on their family camping trips. He always felt unfulfilled in comparison to the summer outings he would have with just his grandfather that would last for weeks. A smile creeped up on his lips as he thought of those days.

"Alright!" Jaune's eyes opened with realization as the amber sky had turned to dusk. He cursed himself for dozing off and soon crouched behind the small cover he had. Jaune proceeded to look over the roof to see a couple trucks lined up in front of one of the warehouses. He saw the source of the voice as a grunt in all white with a Grimm mask guided the trucks towards the entrance. Jaune saw that once the trucks stopped, countless Faunus began to pile out.

"White Fang. Looks like Sombra was right." Jaune whispered as he noticed none of the Faunus were afraid of where they were heading. A few were nervous, but none were terrified of the building they were heading into.

"New recruits." Jaune surmised as he began to make his way to the far corner of the roof. He looked over to make sure the window he had opened a few hours prior was still present, only to grin as he saw no one had tampered with his entrance. Jaune closed his eyes for a few moments as he took a couple of quick breaths. Once his eyes opened, he noticed the distortion and tingling sensation throughout his entire body that came every time he turned himself into complete smoke. Without a moment to lose, he bolted himself off the roof and through the slight crack in the top window of the warehouse.

Once he landed on the rafters above everyone, he felt his cells swirl and form back into his being, along with the sting of becoming tangible again. He thanked whatever deity was out there that the lights turned on the moment he landed, so no one noticed him. Once he got himself into position, he became much more comfortable, realizing that one of Reyes' tips actually served a purpose for once: No one usually looks up.

Jaune took his time as he continued to rest along one of the rafters, looking at the countless Faunus that crowded the building at a slow, but consistent pace. His red eyes narrowed as he looked through upon the crowd through the narrow slits of his mask. Most if not all of the recruits were just kids who were maybe a little bit younger or older than him. Jaune would have lied if he said it didn't bother him, but as he looked down at his attire that housed countless shotgun shells and supplies, he decided not to be a hypocrite.

"I wonder why they started up again?" Jaune whispered to himself as he saw a few Faunus conversing with each other. Their enthusiasm for joining was concerning to say the least, given they were signing up to be terrorists in the eyes of the world. Jaune grumbled at the sight before him, not knowing the smoke around him was swirling a bit. A few seconds passed as he realized he was getting riled up for no reason and tried to calm himself.

"Might as well see what I'm facing." the blonde said to himself as he scanned the upper catwalk. There were two armed grunts on patrol just a few feet beneath him. Jaune was thankful for the darkness as he continued his gaze onto the crowd and noticed a few grunts at the front of the stage. Not to mention the hulking eyesore that was at the center of the stage. It was covered, but the jagged edges and clunky outline didn't help its presentation and neither did the huge White Fang insignia on the front. Jaune guessed there were a few grunts outside, but they wouldn't be a problem if he got caught. This was just a reconnaissance mission after all.

Jaune's attention was peaked as a lone White Fang member walked onto the stage. The audience grew quiet and Jaune decided to crouch along the rafter to listen in with more clarity. There were a few more people entering the warehouse, but Jaune guessed they were latecomers.

"Thank you all for coming." The burly Faunus with a mask that covered his whole face said. Jaune could see him try to quiet down the crowd just a bit. "For those of you who are joining us for the first time tonight, allow me to introduce a very special comrade of ours." Jaune's interest was peaked as he got out his scroll and began to record the meeting. "I can assure you he is the key to obtaining what we have fought for, for so long." Jaune chuckled at the last comment.

"Mind explaining the year long hiatus then?" Jaune whispered with a snarky attitude as he focused on the center stage, waiting for whoever it was to show up.

Jaune as well as the rest of the White fang grew confused and even shocked to see no other than Roman Torchwick saunter onto the stage with cane in hand and snarky grin on his lips. The booing proceeded not long after his appearance while Jaune decided to take notice of his multi colored assistant that followed not too far behind with a parasol resting in the crook of her arms.

"What's a human doing here?!" a deer Faunus shouted through the booing crowd. Jaune looked to Roman for any form of response.

"I'm glad you asked, Deery." Roman quipped as he paced up and down the stage with full control over the situation. "Now I'll be the first to admit, humans…are the worst." Jaune chuckled at Roman's accusation.

"I dunno." Jaune said. "I know a Faunus who could rival even you." Jaune looked back down at the deer Faunus Roman replied to in order to see her reaction, only to feel a little sorry for her, knowing he probably would have said the same thing about a year ago if he was in that position. A few of her comrades next to her tried to cheer her up, which made Jaune smile a bit, until his attention drifted a few feet behind her.

Whatever Roman said fell on deaf ears as Jaune's attention stumbled upon someone that made his disintegrating heart go still. It had been a year since he had seen her and yet, nothing about her seemed to change. There was nothing new or different to her at all. He didn't mean aesthetic wise, but rather her posture, her attitude, and her demeanor, were all the same, aloof with a disapproving glance everywhere she looked. The mask couldn't hide her face unlike how his did and the cat ears were a dead giveaway as well.

"Blake." Jaune growled through his lips as his fists tightened with fury. Whatever caught her attention, whatever made the entire crowd shocked with awe, and whatever Roman showed them didn't matter to Jaune at all. His eyes were upon Blake and as his gaze lingered, he felt himself go back to that night. He felt the fear of being chase all over again. The feeling of being hunted by the shadows, not knowing what his next move meant life or death, and the strangulation… Jaune's shaky hand went up to his neck as he remembered her ribbon choking him to death.

A sudden weight formed at his left hip and he looked down to see the constant reminder of his anger, Crocea Mors, had taken shape and fastened itself around one of his belts. Jaune also noticed the intense frequency of the smoke all around him before he looked back to Blake, only to see a smirk come across her face as the monkey Faunus next to her whispered something in her ear. Her smirk, the mirth and indignance that came with Blake's hypocritical being, snapped Jaune in half.

Jaune didn't think in those moments. He didn't think of dropping onto the catwalk and beelining towards one of the grunts. He didn't feel the resistance of the grunt made when he unsheathed Crocea Mors and plunged it into the Faunus. Blakes gunshots that killed the lights had no effect on him as he puled out one of his shotguns and fired at the grunt across the way. Jaune paid no mind to the grunt's aura shattering and the entrails that splattered out from the grunt's torso, nor the screams that soon followed. The silence that followed after the screams died down did eat at him, but he muscled through and disintegrated into smoke.

"Fuck reconnaissance." Jaune growled as he landed in the center of the crowd, he could see countless faces of confusion aimed at him, but the only pair of eyes he needed to see where hers. She was one of the first people to see him and her look of false innocence was the driving force of his rage. He began to see the same look of false innocence in all of the terrorists around her. Jaune blinked a few times as his head began to throb and once he regained his vision, his eyes widened behind his mask to see nothing but Blake. Every single one of the recruits had somehow disappeared while Blake took their place. Hundreds of amber eyes were on him, each giving him a painful memory of the past.

The torment continued for a few more moments before Jaune let out a roar as smoke erupted form all sides of his body, clouding everyone's vision and senses. He could see through his hate filled eyes, that everyone was about to explode into a panic, he decided to beat them to it as he brandished his two shotguns and gritted his teeth. While Jaune continued his careless nature as he began to spin with a wild nature, unleashing shotgun blast after shotgun blast. He didn't care if Roman was there, if any of them had aura, or the wellbeing of the giant robot. All he cared about was decimating every Blake he saw. His eyes grew with pleasure as he heard their screams and panicked expressions. Limbs were ripped from bodies, heads were decimated, and torsos were eviscerated. Jaune could care less for the blood that sprayed his mask as he began to revel in all the Blakes falling at his feet.

"DIE YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!" Jaune screamed as his eyes filled with bloodlust. "DIE! DIE! DIE!" he kept screaming as the gunfire continued until there was no one else left alive in the entire building. Jaune noticed the silence that occupied his gunfire and decided to cease his onslaught with one final breath. He continued to seethe through his teeth though as his shotguns trembled in his hands. The rattling of his guns continued to echo through the entire warehouse as he stood there, slowly feeling the sensation of blood ooze all over him. Jaune blinked a few times as he looked down at the countless corpses of Blake Belladonna, only to see that they weren't her at all.

"W-What?" Jaune asked himself as he realized what he had done. The looks of terror on deceased Blakes morphed into random Faunus. All of the recruits that came to the meeting laid scattered at his feet while he was dripping with their blood. Jaune's mouth trembled as he darted his head everywhere, only to see corpses upon corpses with limbs scattered everywhere. There were no words that could escape his being while the blood continued to drip.

"MONSTER!" Jaune was thrown off at the sudden voice and didn't have time to dissipate as he felt the full force of a fist connect with his cheek. Jaune's ears rang for a few moments as he stumbled onto a small pile of dead Faunus. He was thankful his mask stayed on, though disoriented. Once Jaune straightened himself, he darted his head towards the source to see Blake standing before him drenched in the same blood he was in. Her amber eyes bore into his hollow soul with such a hatred only a terrorist could have. Her glare only lasted a moment as she began to charge towards him with the same ferocity he witnessed a year ago.

"HOLY SHIT!" both heard a sudden voice say as Jaune saw the monkey Faunus emerge from the sea of corpses. "How did that work? How did hiding under the bodies work?!"

"SUN!" Blake yelled to get his attention and Jaune saw the other blonde's confused state as he looked at the two of them. With only moments to spare, Jaune forced himself to roll to the side while brandishing one of his shotguns. He saw the fear rise within Blake as she noticed his sights were aimed on her friend. Jaune squeezed the trigger and felt the recoil offset his shot, only grazing Sun's side.

"AAAGH!" Sun's screams echoed through the warehouse as he grasped his side, Jaune could see the fear within Blake peak as she screamed with terror as well. Despite the time he bought, Jaune could feel his conscious freeze; only able to stare at Blake who was at Sun's side.

He noticed his hands trembling as the images of everyone around him were branded in his brain. He felt the smoke swirl around him and with nothing but raw instinct, felt himself disappear without processing the pain or the energy. He could feel himself make his way out of the warehouse with his sanity hanging by a few threads, leaving an angry, but scarred Blake behind.

Jaune felt himself drift through the wind until he discovered her was becoming whole again. His being drifted low to the ground and with no grace at all, Jaune tumbled onto the pavement. He stumbled as he tried to get up. He felt his whole body ache the same way as it did the first day he got his new powers and collapsed to one knee. Jaune got on all fours and could tell from the stench he was in one of the alleyways just a little way away from the warehouse.

The sudden memory of what he had just done attacked his mind and with little time, Jaune removed his hood and threw his mask to the side while proceeded to throw up. Once he was done vomiting whatever remained of his stomach, he proceeded to cough and heave at what had just happened. Drool drooped off his bottom lip and merged with a few of his deteriorated cells.

"There! I see something!" Jaune's head darted toward the source of the voice and could see flashlights aimed toward him. His eyes widened as he saw multiple sirens behind the silhouettes and He quickly put his hood back up and snatched his mask up from the littered pavement. As he ran in the opposite direction of the police, he saw that his other route was cut off with another pair of sirens and flashlights. The rapid paces of footsteps began to grow louder as Jaune's hands trembled.

"FUCK!" Jaune screamed with frustration as he summoned his shotguns once more. His teeth grinded and dissipated against each other as his sights were aimed at the officers making their way towards him.

Without warning, he felt a sudden mass fall on top of Jaune. Once again, the shock got the best of him as he was thrown off guard. There was no reacting to who or whatever fell on top of him as nothing but violet light flooded his vision, all the while a pair of arms were wrapped around his torso. The sudden rush he felt as he was blinded by the light nearly ripped his cheeks off his face until the rush came to a sudden halt and Jaune tumbled once more, but this time onto a furnished carpet.

"HUUUAAAAAGH!" Jaune hurled once more as he removed his mask. He couldn't tell what it was from anymore, all he knew is that the night was a total failure. It was made even clearer when he felt the sudden force of a foot slam into his face.

"You fucked up, Pendejo." Jaune let out a sharp gasp as he looked up to see Sombra standing over him with an irritated look. The blonde knight darted his head all around him to see they were in one of her safe houses. "First you use my safe house without my permission, use one of my computers that you somehow bypassed, used my name on any type of communication channel, open or closed, and then have the audacity to barf all over my fucking carpet!" Sombra broke eye contact with Jaune and headed towards the nearby bathroom of one of her refurbished safehouses all over Vale. The blonde saw her throw a towel at him with a glare. "Clean that shit up." Jaune didn't have the ability to say anything due to the sudden events that just occurred and decided to obey Sombra's orders.

"Sorry." Jaune whispered as he began to wipe up the clear liquid sprayed across her carpet. This earned an indignant huff from the hacker.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't hand you over to the cops." she growled as she watched him clean up his mess. Jaune grew still at her question as his hand began to shake once more. "Fuck it," Sombra said as she got closer to Jaune. "At least tell me what happened." Jaune looked up at Sombra with a bit of fear as his hands continued to shake.

"I don't know." Jaune said, only to be kicked once more across the face. "Dammit Sombra!" Jaune hollered.

"Bullshit. You do know." Sombra replied as she walked to the leather couch in the center of the well-lit room. Her violet combat garbs crinkled as she sat down. "And we've both got time, don't worry about the policia. They can't find us." a few sparks caught both their attention as they saw a fried device a few meters away from Jaune. "Fucking perfect. You owe me a translocator too." Jaune grumbled at this and Sombra raised an unsatisfied eyebrow. "What happened?" Jaune continued to clean up his mess while the hacker continued to tap her finger.

"They're all dead." Jaune whispered as his clawed fingers punctured into the towel.

"The recruits?" Sombra asked and Jaune nodded. "How?"

"I don't…" Jaune stopped as he saw Sombra look at him unsatisfied. "I saw Blake. She was there." he looked up at Sombra who had raised eyebrows. "All I wanted to do was get some info, but for some reason, she was there, and-!"

"And you fucking lost it. You killed people off your hit list." Sombra finished as she walked over to Jaune.

"I shot her friend too." Jaune said with some shame. "Just clipped him."

"Oum almighty this will be all over the news, you know." Sombra groaned and Jaune let out a long-winded sigh. He could hear multiple taps on Sombra's scroll until another groan escaped the hacker. "Well, Gabe isn't going to be happy about this." Jaune looked up from his cleaning to see Sombra's scroll shoved in his face, only for his red eyes to widen at the live broadcast in the Warehouse District.

"Faunus Blood Spilled: The Reaper Strikes Vale"

"Fuck." Jaune muttered while Sombra nodded.

#

There were a few things that truly angered the headmaster at Beacon Academy. If Ozpin was to be honest, he despised the Grimm, he could do without politics, and he could certainly think of an individual in control of said Grimm. But as the headmaster sat at his desk, ignoring the frantic phone calls that erupted through his office, he discovered another subject for the list: Old faces coming back from the dead. The person in particular was plastered all over every news channel in the Kingdom. Countless scroll recordings from the unfortunate victims were shown on every network and while the reporters and news anchors asked who this attacker was, Ozpin knew very well of the individual wielding the familiar shotguns.

Ozpin's grip on his coffee tightened for a few moments until he relaxed his hand and set his coffee down on his desk. He opened his scroll and got up from his seat, swiping through the various contacts on his device until he found the one he was looking for. Once he pressed the call button, he turned his back to his office and stared out his window, onto the city of Vale which was plagued with police lights. The line rang for a few moments before he heard the sound of a scroll being answered.

"Hello?" Ozpin's heart cringed a bit due to it being a year since he heard her voice.

"Maria Morr-!" Ozpin asked with some caution as he caught himself. "Arc?" he corrected.

"Ozpin." was all Maria said and Ozpin pinched the bridge of his nose. "What do you want? And make it quick, my husband is about to prepare family dinner."

"Is your father present?" Ozpin braced a bit as he waited for Maria to answer. The headmaster heard a sigh come from her end.

"Give me a second." Maria said as Ozpin could hear muffled footsteps and a couple distant voices. There was a brief pause as the headmaster heard someone grabbing ahold of the scroll.

"What do you want, Ozpin?" a gruff voice emerged from the scroll and Ozpin set his glasses down on his desk.

"Hello, Jack." Ozpin said in a polite manner. "It has been a while."

"A year's not long enough." Jack growled with a hushed tone. "Especially at my grandson's funeral. Make it quick before I hang up."

"Reyes is back." Ozpin said quickly, leaving him with silence once more. "It will be on the news soon in Mistral." the pause continued as he heard a tired grumble escape the elder.

"Give me a day to get to Vale." Jack responded and before Ozpin could say anything else, Jack had hung up the call. Ozpin was about to call back until he got a message from an unknown number. With a bit of reluctance, Ozpin opened the message.

'Here's my contact. Jack Morrison'

Alrighty. Here is the latest chapter. I hope it was enjoyable along with the changes I made. Some may like the changes with Jaune, some may like the old OP nature of him in my last rendition. Nevertheless, I hope there was at least one thing enjoyable for everyone.

So yeah… Jack is in this now, and this was an idea I had for my first version, but never got to see the light of day. I hope his inclusion along with Sombra will hook some new readers as well as some long-time readers. Alright, drop a comment, review, question, or PM me if anything is on your mind and as always… BE COMPASSIONATE AND BE FIERCE!

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