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"Talking"

'Thinking'

Current ages

Winter-17

Weiss-2

Qrow-25

Chapter 4: Separation of Powers

Winter was having great difficulty fighting down the redness that was creeping into her cheeks. Returning to the Atlas capital had been easy. Even with all the reporters who caught wind of her return and the executives trying to court her attention she was undeterred. She was calm and composed, efficiently ordering her new subordinates on who the move out of the way and who would be allowed to talk to her after her business with the General was concluded, publicity was still important after all. With Weiss in Klein's care she could focus on the task at hand and move forward. Though she did not expect a distraction, or rather embarrassment, in the form of a certain huntsman who stank of booze. She had just knocked on the door, been told to enter, and here he was, Qrow Branwen once again humiliating her, in front of the General no less. With no reason other than embarrassing her, he had to bring up her last words ti him in the woods, drawing raised eyebrows from Ironwood.

"I wasn't aware you two were acquainted." The General interjected.

"Let's just say I gave her some one on one tutoring recently." Qrow grinned as he got off the wall he was leaning on. "And she was eager to declare that she'd be on top next time." He added with a wiggle of his eyebrows, getting snarls from the Schnee and sighs from Ironwood.

"How about you just go on your own business Qrow." The general asked while rubbing his eyes. "I've gotten your report and I've heard your concerns. You share the word with Ozpin and the others and if there is a change we will be in touch."

"Fine." Qrow grinned. "I'll get out of your hair now. Just remember to actually tell us the important stuff without us having to hear rumors and whatnot first." He said getting off the wall and heading for the door. As he passed Winter, he could not stop the grin on his face and gave her a wink. "I look forward to our next lesson in a few years." He said, making her sputter, unable to retort before he had left the room with the door closed behind him.

"He has that affect on people." Ironwood commented with another sigh. "I wasn't aware he had made contact with you recently."

"I suppose he heard the news and decided to do some scouting." Winter answered coolly. She wasn't sure if it was her place to say regarding Qrow's real reason for his sudden appearance, much less the implied connection he had to Death itself.

"Putting that aside," Ironwood shook his head before smiling at the young woman. "I'm glad to see you are doing well. I was worried when I heard the news that you and Weiss were missing, but I suppose you needed your space after everything that happened."

"Your concern is appreciated." Winter replied with a slight bow of the head. "But rest assured I have had plenty of time to contemplate the future."

"That's good to hear. Now, about Hellsing," Ironwood continued his tone becoming more serious, "I hope you don't mind me asking who will be in charge while you are finishing your education."

"I'll be in charge." Winter replied instantly, her expression so serious, with not even an iota of doubt, that the general was caught off guard.

"I'm sorry," Ironwood spoke up, disbelief pouring from every word, "but I don't see how that's possible. Even with your skill, it's not feasible for you to attend the academy and act as Hellsing's leader."

"Which is why I will not be entering the academy." Winter nodded. "In fact, I came to inform you that I will no longer be a part of the Atlas military."

For a moment, Ironwood was completely dumbstruck, unable to utter a single syllable. It took quite a few deep breaths for him to regain his speech.

"Winter, you're young and you've been through a lot. Maybe you need to reconsider a bit longer. What better way to ensure the military and your organization works together than having you be part of both?"

"General." Winter replied, her tone just a bit firmer and her back straighter. "Know that I have nothing but respect for you, so please don't ruin it by acting like a fool or taking me for one."

"You speak as if the two have worked together as equals, yet that is far from the truth."

"I don't-"

"Hellsing is here in Atlas to keep and eye on the kingdom, not out of any loyalty or need for technology."

"During the Great War, Mantle committed many deplorable acts in the name of their cause. To call them experiments would be an understatement. They were trying to play god with human lives, there's no other way to put it. Such endeavors included forays into different aspects of the supernatural world. They were creating armies of monasteries to serve their own purpose. Once the war ended, Hellsing relocated from Vale to the then new Atlas to make sure those unspeakable atrocities never happen again."

"So, while the relationship between our two organizations may seem to be one of mutual respect, it is in fact one build on distrust and scrutiny. After all, keep you friends close, and your enemies even closer."

Throughout her entire history lesson, Ironwood was forced to listen, unable to get a single word in edge wise. With each fact his lips became thinner and pressed together tighter. Even after she had finished, he did not say or do anything.

Finally, he spoke, his voice terse and even.

"That is in the past. Such oversight is no longer needed. Surely you can see how much better we can protect Atlas and all of Remnant by joining together."

"I disagree." Winter sighed. "If anything, it is the watchful eye of Hellsing that has kept Atlas in check."

"That's just ridi-"

"After all," Winter interrupted, her expression showing the first signs of discontent. "It was our oversight that has kept Professor Polendina from going too far with his little experiments." Sweat formed on Ironwood's brow.

"What are you talking about?"

"Project P.E.N.N.Y is a promising one." Winter nodded. "Provided it isn't built upon the corpses of the innocent."

Unable to deny her claims or feign any ignorance on the matter, Ironwood could only clench his fists in frustration. Which Winter took to be her cue.

"I came her to inform you of my decisions regarding my education and that, once things have settled in the organization, I will be taking a trip around Remnant to familiarize myself better with our operations while also honing my skill son the field." She stood up and gave the general and nod. "Thank you for your guidance so far and I look forward to our next meeting." She turned to leave. "As equals."

After leaving the Atlas military headquarters, Winter found herself standing in front of Atlas's national mystery.

The Lone Hammer.

Form some reason, a giant war hammer, the handle alone bigger than the tallest man while the hammer was big enough to squash 2 paladins, sat on the ground, unmoving. Not for lack of effort, but nothing in the history of Atlas has ever moved this ancient artifact. In fact, there is a promised prize for anyone who can lift the relic. Many have tried but none succeeded to this day. It was so old they could not even date it, not that the could take a sample of it in the first place. No one knows its origins or why it was there, so they had no choice but to leave it and use it as a tourist attraction and a pseudo-monument for those who passed away.

For a moment, Winter just stood there, starring at the Lone Hammer, as if contemplating its meaning.

"If you are going to say something than say it." She said out loud all of a sudden, her tone even.

"I'd say that was handles quite nicely." Came the immediate reply. Winter did not even bother turning to the side. She knew jaune was there and there was no point wondering where he come from. "It's always so satisfying to see men of pride, so confident in their power, crumble with mere words. There was even a special seasoning of irony. Atlas who tries to seem so proud and majestic forced to the knee in back breaking servitude."

"Pardon."

"Forgive me, I was referring to times long past." Jaune replied, amusement in his voice. "I find it interesting that you only told him half the reason for your little outing."

"As if I could tell the head of Atlas military that I intend to search and fight high level Grimm who have been killing and growing for decades so that I may acquire their power for my own." She scoffed. "Besides," she turned to him, a small smirk on her face. "I think it would be much more entertaining to show him and others who try to intimidate me."

"Now that's the Hellsing I know."

"I suppose so." She replied before turning around and walking off.

Jaune, meanwhile, stood there, unmoving like the Lone Hammer itself. In fact, his eyes never left it, and neither did the expression of fond remembrance on his face.

Okay.

Not my best. Honestly it always sounds much better in my head when I have characters actually talking and reacting like people. I was going to throw in a meeting between Jaune and a certain someone, but I have decided to make that the focus on the next chapter. However, in return I did add a little special something at the end. Hope you liked it.

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