Professor Arc

Chapter 6

Okay. BOOM! Forgive me for I have sinned readership. I have used a timeskip! But wait! It's just a day... and it only skips Oobleck's class because I didn't want to cover it all again!

Originally I had planned to write Oobleck's history class with Jaune there, but his input was so little, and the repeated lines were so numerous from the show that it just felt boring to read. As such I've skipped that day, assume it all pretty much happens the same- and that said class was on a Friday.

So now we're moving onto newer and exciting things, and once again I must thank you all for your reviews. I actually got a lot of ideas from the reviewers, which is nice. Props to Curious Viewer, for his idea on Jaune's training, which I have adopted.

And I'm sure a lot of people calling for a certain femme fatale will be glad to see her play a part earlier than expected. Also my Waifu... my most favourite character EVER.

On a side note, readers of my other fic will know I am penning out a third at the moment, the details of which are on my profile if you are interested. I will be finishing 5 chapters or so before releasing it, so I can stay on top of all three fics. If you're interested, or have any thoughts to offer feel free to pm me, or tack them on the end of a review here.

P.s. One Good Turn chapter is at the beta's now. Expect it soon.

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Chapter 6 – Just another criminal

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Jaune looked around nervously as he made his way through the streets of Vale. Crowds of people were making their way back and forth as they enjoyed the early Saturday morning, but he couldn't discount the possibility of students coming down to explore the city on their first official weekend. Not that he was doing anything illegal of course... he was just meeting someone who was... yeah, okay never mind, it was probably illegal.

This is where I met him last time. Jaune thought to himself as he reserved a small table in the innocuous looking diner. It didn't escape his notice that the place was absolutely deserted of people. He said to come here and order a drink, and that someone would take me to him...

"Can I help you sir?" A suited man asked, looking pointedly overdressed for a simple waiter. Jaune wanted to weep at the general lack of subtlety.

"I'd like a latte." Jaune ordered with a sigh.

"We don't serve latte." The suited man replied back in annoyance. Jaune simply rolled his eyes, and repeated the order he had been told to give.

"I was told to ask for a latte... look is Roman here?"

"Uh, yeah sure he's in the back." The man grunted in slight confusion, jerking his thumb towards a door behind the counter. Sighing, Jaune climbed to his feet and walked to the door, wondering if the man would make any effort to stop him. Instead the suited goon just watched, with a vaguely confused expression on his face.

The door opened up not to a kitchen as might have been expected, but instead showed a flight of stairs leading down into the darkness. The last time he had been here they'd done their business at the entrance to these stairs. The man coming up to meet him just long enough to hand over the documents and enforce some simple tips Jaune would have to follow to make sure they worked. Now though, it looked like he was about to go down the rabbit hole.

Welp. No time for hesitation.

Despite the darkness suggesting a long descent, it was really nothing more than a hundred steps or so down into the basement. And as he entered through the small opening, he could see that they were now in some kind of underground warehouse. A number of maps, televisions and couches were strewn about the area by the stairs however, while suited men wandered around in the background like little ants in a hive.