An Anon's Journey: Remnant Act 1

V2E9: Winding Down

At this moment, Anon was cursing up a storm as Glynda was patching him up.

"Fuck's sake!" He whined. "I just want to go to bed!"

"You're a mess and you're bleeding!" Glynda countered. "You can sleep later!"

Anon kept groaning at the nagging sting of the rubbing alcohol on his wounds. Ozpin smiled at the situation despite his eyes being glued to his screen. General Ironwood, meanwhile, was gnashing his teeth as he looked at the same screen as Oz. Displayed on the screen was the VNN report of Roman's rampage across Highway 17. At the current, It played the destruction of the Paladin, which ground the General's gears quite a bit.

"This project..." Ironwood said slowly. "Cost us...Tens of billions of Liens... to get this where it was."

He turned to shout at Anon.

"BEFORE YOU DESTROYED IT!"

Anon cleaned his ear with his pinky, wincing at the developed baritones of the Atlan military chief.

"No, don't thank me. Really." He mocked. "I'm so glad that you were worried for the civilians that could have been in the line of fire of a mech armed with energy cannons and miniguns!"

Ironwood flinched, clearly not having thought about that little detail. Glynda shook her head at him.

"Of course, you wouldn't think of that."

"Why would I? There were no casualties!" James defended himself.

"Of course there weren't, I made sure that we drew all the fire!" Anon exclaimed angrily.

Ozpin's smile grew wider.

"Indeed."

The headmaster of Beacon replayed a section of the reporting where Blake, Yang, Sun and Neptune took the criminal's aim away from innocent people as well as drawing him away from the more populated roads.

"This kind of thinking ahead is exactly what I expect from my Huntsmen," Ozpin said with pride.

The video then played the clip of Anon shooting the criminal point-blank in the chest. Ozpin's smile soured whilst Anon's grew.

"You were saying?"

Ozpin sighed dejectedly.

"I guess we have more to work on."

The Beacon Headmaster closed his screen and crossed his legs in his seat, just in time for Glynda to finish bandaging Anon's wounds.

"What have you discovered? You clearly haven't done all this just to get back at Roman Torchwick."

Anon snorted.

"You clearly underestimate how petty I can be."

"Considering that spite is the only reason you still haven't told me your real name, I would beg to differ."

Anon's smirk grew even larger.

"Then beg."

Oz inhaled sharply then exhaled loudly.

"Back... To the point at hand."

Anon chuckled mildly.

"Ok, I'll chill, I'll chill." His smile disappeared, turning serious. "We know where Torchwick and the Fang operate."

Ironwood and Glynda's eyes bulged out of their skulls in disbelief while Oz just raised an eyebrow.

"WHAT?!" The general and the combat professor yelled in unison.

"Is that so?" Ozpin said at normal volume.

"Yup."

"Where?"