Where Black Rose's Grow (RWBY) (Discontinued)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

At the Beacon cliffs, Gold waits on the side of a bullhead for his assigned Huntsman, looking refreshed and clean. His scabbard linked to his left hip by a gold chain, his sword laid across his lap as pondering if he should replace the blade for a modern soul. As he ponders this, a pale hand waves between him and his sword. He jumps at being snuck up on and pushes himself deeper in the ship, crouching. The pale teacher giggles at his reaction, Professor Ann Greene.
He sighs to himself and sheaths his sword, “I am sorry, professor.”
“Don’t be, I love seeing fast reactions.” She climbs into the hangar and slaps the pilot's door.
She is a pale woman with dark green hair, nearly black at some shading, that has a three streaks of gray on the left. She keeps her hair tied into a bun with white pins and a green bow. Her pale blue eyes reminded him much of his mother, gleeful and always searching for something. She wore a sleek black pantsuit with a green blouse and darker green tie. Clipped to her left lapel is her common pair of sunglasses, a very basic pair with cat eye lenses. In her hand is a metal briefcase, turning into a shoulder mounted rifle.
They are brought to the city’s port, dropped off under a ruse. Given to them, two small professional booklets with their fake identity and jobs. Ms. Bearing and Mr. Bearing, a mother and son. He works as an electrician for the city, she is a store clerk for Dusting the Books. As they read through it, it dawns on him that he will be working outside during some of the most windy and cold times of Vale. They will be staying in an apartment fitting to their jobs, more so his, positioned with a great view of the commerce district and the feared next target. Being dropped off, the two get their story straight. He is Gold Bearing and she is Juniper Bearing, he’s a mama’s boy that doesn’t do anything but work to support them both. By the end of the drive, his eye was twitching in irritation under his blindfold as his teacher smuggly waited.
“You are Ms. Bearing, divorced three times. Due to laziness, you rely on your son for financial stability.” He closes his booklet with a nod, “Got it, should I know something else?”
Before she could snipe at him, the car stops at the apartment. A lavish place with many floors, twenty at most, but it is the tallest building in this district. When they enter, the home is on the twelve floor with a good platform, he leaves her suitcases at the door and throws his bag on the coffee table to see the view. Looking out the window, he feels the comfort of the sky after such a short time, yet it feels as forever.
“How’s the view?” Professor Greene asks him.
“Could be higher, but it will be beautiful later.” He drags over a long hard case. “This mission, it’s a hit, right?”
She leans on his head, standing far taller than him. “Yip. Informant says that Roman always shows on his hits, it’s hot or cold, pray it's hot.” Opening the case, Gold puts together the tripod and two pipes. The short and thin being a scope, while the broad and long is loaded with a single cartridge, a .50 bmg. She smirks and taps a secondary cartridge, “These babies will knock any car off course or bullhead out the sky.”
“Or put a paint can hole in a man.” Gold takes the cartridge and slides it into a feeding tube.
The two stay up for as long as the sun was up til the city bell strikes twelve, long after the normal time that Roman strikes, but in necessity to watch nonetheless. At dawn, they wake and go their ways to their false jobs; him just going into the attic of the store with headphones and a small tv. Through the day it was nothing, just complete silence and the rifle saw nothing of suspicion, so the walk home was one of boredom. Going to their apartment, a small girl with multicolored hair bumps into him, not saying anything, not even a noise.
Once inside, Professor Greene drops onto the couch, screaming into a pillow. “Why is this my job!”
Walking past her to the kitchen, he warns her of the most important decision in life, “I’m making dinner, get up or you’ll eat whatever I make.”
Muffled into the pillow, she says, “Polbo á feira.”
“Can’t hear you!” He yells from the kitchen.
“Polbo á feira!” She yells into the pillow.
From her waist, he takes her keys and leaves the apartment, “Fucking octopus…”

Entering the penthouse of the tall building, the melted doorknob is just a sludge of what lavish gold it once was. The house was very fine, having a red wood floor, clean white walls and down the entry hall is the living room, where in the corner the stairwell has a full view of floor to second floor ceiling of windows. He sits on the stairs and looks out the window, remembering the strong winds that once hit his face. The house lets a warning ding as the front door opens.
Holding a guardless smallsword, the multicolored hair girl from before enters the room. “I never thought I’d meet the girl that works for Torchwick.” Gold says from above, standing, he looms over her as she stands frozen. “I am Jin Ha-neul, and I have a proposition for you. Do sit, I welcome you in my new home; though please know, I don’t care for little allusions.” Thrusting his palm to his left, she appears in a blossoming of pink glass as her clone shatters. He shoves her off the railing and catches her ankle, he brings her down the stairs and drops her on the couch. “I would like my watch back, but I need you to do something very, very important.”
He makes and ensures her work, promising a payout of gold which is untraceable, laying out a coin from the Zheng Dynasty. He orders for proof of Cinder’s and Pyrrha’s conspiriship, and proof of Cinder’s apparent betrayal. For it, her and Torchwick will get a guaranteed employer and far higher secured chance of freedom. He gets what he wants, they get paid, he gets more than what he wants, they get more.