Enforcer #1

"Please, I swear I won't do it again. I promise! Just let me go and –"

Yang put a bullet in the back of the man's head and then kicked his body off the pier and into the harbour. What a damn mess. But, hey, that was why she got paid the big bucks. She could clean up any mess. No muss. No fuss. He should have known better too. Actions had consequences.

The police would probably fish the poor bastard out of the water in a day or two, but that was fine. Winter didn't want him to disappear completely. No, she wanted his friends to worry for a couple of days before they were invited down to the morgue by the police to find out exactly what happened to people who crossed the Schnees.

In a way, he'd gotten off lucky. All he'd done was try to muscle in on Schnee turf at the docks. If he'd done something really stupid, like going after Weiss, then Winter wouldn't have settled for having him killed. She'd have killed him, his friends, and his whole damn family. Hell, Winter would have paid to have his dog killed too. Winter and Weiss might not always seen eye to eye, but they were sisters, and family was family. The only one who ever – ever – got to hurt Weiss was Winter.

Yang headed backed to her car and then frowned. Of course, there was someone sitting on the hood of her car although sitting wasn't quite the word she was looking for. Lounging on the hood of her car would have been a better description.

"Do you mind telling me why you're here, Blake? It better not be on business."

The Faunus just smiled, and Yang tensed ever so slightly. There was something very wrong with Blake, something that had gotten hurt inside her when she was only a kid that had never healed quite right. She'd seen it in other kids who'd grown up on the streets and clawed their way out, and she knew that Faunus kids had it even tougher. Street kids only ever got the worst jobs, and Faunus street kids got the worst out of those.

But Blake had made it, somehow. She was a killer for hire, and one of the best too. Most people never even knew she was after them, and Blake was so good at setting things up that nothing could ever be traced back to her or her employers. It was one of the things Winter loved about her. It didn't take a genius to put a bullet in someone's head, but give Blake two weeks, and she'd have the target putting a bullet in their own damn head.

And Yang would have been lying if she'd said there wasn't a part of her that found that really damn hot, even if it made her nervous as hell. It didn't hurt that Blake was all sleek curves and smooth, tightly coiled deadliness. Those were a predator's eyes staring at her now, and Yang wanted to know what it was like to be hunted.

"You can stop worrying, Yang. I'm not here for you." Blake gave a throaty chuckle. "Winter and Weiss both like useful things, and you've proven to be very useful. Besides, Ruby would be… displeased if anything happened to you."

Yang's lips twitched. Once upon a time, people had found Ruby funny. She could understand why. A girl who liked cookies and strawberries? Hilarious. A girl who could put a bullet through the head of a passenger in a limousine going a hundred miles an hour on the freeway on a windy from more than a mile out? Yeah, that wasn't so funny anymore. Throw in Ruby's predilection for big, sharp pieces of metal, and it was no wonder that pretty much everyone was afraid of her.

The most popular theory amongst the rank and file members of the Schnee family was that Ruby was completely nuts. They weren't quite right, but Yang couldn't say they were totally wrong either.

"So, why are you here?" Yang unlocked her car and slid into the driver's seat. Blake took the passenger's seat, amber eyes gleaming in the twilight of the car's interior.

"Winter appreciates you taking care of that mess." Blake glanced meaningfully at the pier. "And she knows how much you like clubs."

"I do, yeah."

"Well, Weiss will be performing at a brand new club today." Blake reached into her coat – Yang caught a flash of firm, toned leg – and handed Yang an elaborately crafted invitation. "It's your lucky day. You've been invited."

"Yay, I guess." Yang grinned. Knowing Weiss, the club – and her performance – would be absolutely stunning. The younger Schnee refused to accept anything less than the absolute best. "Can I assume that I'll have some work to do while I'm there?"

"Nothing you haven't done before. Weiss will be meeting with some… potential business partners." Blake all but purred the last few words out, and Yang's gut clenched. Damn, Blake's voice was made for moments like this. "With Ruby out on another… trip, Winter felt that it would be best if her sister had someone else familiar close by, someone reliable, someone who would never be stupid enough to pick the wrong side."

"I see." Yang frowned. Winter was probably worried about the negotiations turning into a bloodbath if she wanted Yang there, not that Weiss couldn't handle herself. Yang had once seen Weiss kill half a dozen men in as many seconds with that rapier of hers. Weiss's expression hadn't changed at all until she'd notice the speck of blood on her dress. Then she'd snarled and demanded a change of clothes, not because the blood bothered her but because she couldn't stand to look at what she saw as evidence of her own imperfection. "And where will you be during all of this?"

"Oh, I'll be there." Blake's smile was distinctly predatory. "If something should go awry, your orders will be to see to Weiss's safety. My orders will be to kill everything and everyone that so much as looks at Weiss funny. If something goes wrong, Winter wants blood and body bags."

"Of course, she does." Yang started the car and pulled away from the kerb. She glanced at the invitation. It was for tonight. "You do realise that this is really short notice. I don't have anything to wear."

"Just go to the club. Winter has already arranged something suitable for you to wear."

"Do I even want to know how she knows my measurements?" Yang asked.

Blake's gaze was hot and heavy as it roamed over Yang's body. "Winter likes beautiful things, Yang. So do I, for that matter. We've had our eyes on you for some time, Weiss too, actually."

"Great." Yang winced. "Don't tell Ruby. She really hates to share – as in the last time someone flirted too much with Weiss they ended up in a body bag."

Blake laughed. "Oh, Yang, Ruby wouldn't mind sharing too much if it was with you." Her lips curled. "And that poor fellow didn't end up in a body bag. There were too many pieces for that."

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Author's Notes

As always, I do not own RWBY, and I am not making any money off of this.

This chapter originally appeared in A Dose of RWBY. Some people have asked for more, and I think it would be fun to write a bit more in this particular AU. However, given how different it is in terms of tone from the rest of A Dose of RWBY, I have decided to spin it off into its own story. Keep in mind that the chapters in this story are snippets, which means that they may not be in chronological order.

As always, I appreciate feedback. Reviews and comments are welcome.