A Man of Honor.

Chapter 2: The First time I won a fight.

"You can get much farther with a smile, a kind word and a gun than you can with a smile and a kind word." ~ AL Capone.

I took the cab back to O-Ushi's place after my first night and went back to the apartment. The first thing I wanted to do was collapse onto the mattress and sleep but I figured that the mission had to come first.

I moved the couch and removed the plastic cover for the outlet for the burner scroll and I dialed the number Ozpin gave me. It rang for a minute before being picked up.

"Mr. Arc?" he greeted.

"Hey," I said, too tired for any formalities, "I was worried for a moment that I was calling at a bad time, I just got off my first shift."

"I take it you found a job then?" He asked me.

"I did, I'm driving cabs for a woman named O-Ushi, I'll be working nights and I just finished mine helping some girl get away from a jewelry store she robbed." I explained to him. "She was some sort of VIP customer for the cab company, I think these VIPs might be other criminals she's acquainted with."

"Good work Mr. Arc," Ozpin told me, "keep up with the new job and see if any of these special clients of hers let anything slip, in the meantime I want you to make O-Ushi and your fellow coworkers understand that you're willing to break some laws for some cash, I imagine being an accomplice to grand larceny on your first night has already helped with that."

"It's a good first step," I said stifling a yawn.

"It is Mr. Arc, but there's still a long way to go, get some rest and call me next week or when there is a development," he instructed me before hanging up.

I collapsed onto my mattress and didn't wake up until the afternoon.

When I came back to work I walked into O-Ushi's office to tell her what had happened last night after picking up one of her VIPs. I was mainly worried that the cops would have gotten the plates off my cab and be on the lookout but it seemed that O-Ushi wasn't worried.

"I already heard about what happened," she explained to me, "that girl texted me once it was done and I reported my cab stolen," she explained to me sitting behind her desk with a cigarette burning between her fingers.

"Won't they find it suspicious that your cab was reported stolen after it was seen fleeing a crime scene?" I asked her as she held her pack of cigarettes out offering me one. I took the offered smoke since I figured it'd be polite and I wanted her to like me for the sake of my mission.

"Don't worry about that," she said leaning over the desk with her lighter to light my cigarette. "I know some people and it'll all be cleared up and nobody will ask questions. How are you doing after all that?"

"Me?" I said after taking my first draw of the smoke and coughing. "What about me?"

"You have a habit of running from the cops?" she asked me, "or helping thieves?"

"This is a first for me I'm afraid," I told her honestly.

She nodded at that and flicked the ash off her cigarette studying me. "At least tell me you got a tip for your trouble."

I fished the diamond ring out of my pocket and placed it onto her desk for her. She picked it up and examined it. "Pretty," she said, tossing it back to me. "I'd wait a bit before you try cashing it, it's hot right now, or give it to your girlfriend."

I pocketed the ring a little surprised that she was going to let me keep it and not try claiming it for herself. "So it's worthless to me now?" I asked her.