Lost Bloodlines: Volume 1-3 (Male Reader X Neo)

Y/n's Character Short(An Actual Chapter)

Rwby is owned by the mutilated carcass of Rooster Teeth (or whoever buys it)

Also if you see (This) that's me providing translations 

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Y/n's Pov

"So, you're saying I'm stalling?" I asked, keeping my tone even, as the officer's frustration bubbled over.

"YES!" he shouted, before quickly catching himself. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm down, then looked at me with forced patience. "Can you please step aside?"

I gave him a friendly smile. "Of course, officer. All you had to do was ask nicely." I moved out of his way, noting the hard glare he shot me—a look that might intimidate most people, but after years of seeing far worse, it barely registered.

The officer walked past me, straight toward Roman, who was calmly filling his case with Dust canisters inside the store. For a moment, they locked eyes. Then, like clockwork, the officer reached for his weapon. Before he could even raise it, I hooked his leg with mine, sending him off balance, then grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the concrete floor. He hit the ground hard, unconscious before he even knew what happened.

I knelt down, lifting his limp body, and dragged him into the Dust shop where Roman had just finished loading his haul.

"So," Roman drawled, barely glancing at the unconscious cop as we headed for the back, "did you have a riveting conversation with the pig?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, absolutely. We mostly talked about how you wear way too much makeup."

Roman chuckled dryly as I tossed the officer onto the floor and slapped his own cuffs on him. "Okay, Judge, just make sure you destroy all the evidence of us being here. No slacking."

"You don't have to remind me every time, Roman," I replied with a sigh.

He waved a hand dismissively as he moved toward the back door. "Good. Then I'll see you at the hideout." And with that, he was gone.

I turned my attention to the office in the back, knowing the security system was my next priority. The computer sat on the desk, blinking away as if waiting for me to get to work. A few keystrokes, and I found the surveillance footage. Easy.

"VPD! HANDS IN THE AIR!" A sharp, commanding voice rang out from behind me. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. I smiled to myself, raising my hands mockingly in the air.

"And now, wave them like you just don't care," she added, her voice filled with playful sarcasm.

I glanced back, locking eyes with River. She stood in the doorway, dressed in a police officer's uniform. Her fiery red hair framed her face, and her crimson eyes sparkled with a dangerous mix of humor and threat. At 5'10", she carried herself with the kind of authority you couldn't ignore.

I let my hands drop. "Can we skip this part? I'm on a bit of a time crunch here."

River sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. But tell Torchwick he owes me another favor for this."

I smirked. "I'll let him know." She turned her attention to the knocked-out officer, bending down to handle him as I got back to work.

I activated my Electric Rune, sending a pulse of energy into the room, frying the security system and erasing every bit of digital evidence. Job done. Time to go.

I headed out the back door, scaling the building's exterior using my claws, feeling the wind whip through my hair as I moved effortlessly. Once I hit the rooftop, I took off running, leaping from building to building, the cityscape stretching beneath me as I made my way back to the hideout.