With the fall of the White Fang at Haven Academy, one thing was made clear to Adam Taurus. Although the Flames of Revolution™ were still seared brightly upon his soul (and face), the same could not be said for his brethren. They had become complacent, perfectly content to live under the heels of their human oppressors. Adam knew that he was destined for more, however. He would scratch and claw and fight to earn his place at the top of the world, because that was where he belonged.

Unfortunately the Flames of Revolution™ required fuel to burn, and at the moment Adam's stomach was rather painfully reminding him of how empty that fuel tank was. Another clear fault of the Humans, If that small group of humans hadn't subjugated Blake (and through her the entire island of Menagerie) then he would be living the high life, feasting in the halls of Haven. Instead, he was half starved in some Mistralian border town, on the run from the Atlas Military presence that he had seen nearby.

"Damn human bastards. This injustice will not stand. I refuse to be crushed like some kind of bug. I am Adam Taurus, I have walked the tundra of Mantle,the forests of Vale, and the beaches of Menagerie. I will not b-"

"Are… you okay sir? Is there somebody here with you? Do you need me to call somebody?"

Cut off in the midst of his tirade, Adam turned to find that he had instinctively infiltrated enemy territory, no doubt due to his superior faunus genes and uncountable hours of training. The cool tile surfaces reminded him of some kind of testing facility, and he could only imagine the atrocities being committed in the back halls behind the 'Staff Only' sign.

As he read the sign, a light bulb went off in Adam's head. He needed to lay low for a while, and avoid the authorities. Well, where better for the most wanted White Fang member in Remnant to hide than on Schnee Company property?

"I'm seeking… employment. I require an application for your business."

As the Schnee drone looked him up and down, she shrugged, apparently finding him suitable for whatever demeaning tasks she no doubt had in mind.

"Yeah, sure, here you go. You'll have to lose the sword while you're working though. Weapons aren't uniform compliant."

No doubt a ploy to leave him defenseless when they eventually turned on him, but they would quickly realize their mistake. He was nearly as well trained in hand to hand combat as he was with his blade, and would not be taken by surprise so easily. As the application was passed across the counter, a smug smile slipped onto his face. He would dismantle the Schnee Empire from the inside.

"Well, Thank you for your interest in joining the McSchnee's family. Get this all filled out, and we'll see you on Monday."