Dust and Radiation (RWBY Fanfic)

Chapter 10: Meeting the Ginger Thief

Mount Glenn, Southeast of Vale.

The small drive through the ruined and abandoned city of Mount Glenn was an even more heart aching experience than Kunz thought possible. Streets that once held people and daily life now were barren husks of empty buildings and ruins. It reminded him far too much of the many now deserted or ruined cities back on Earth. Where Mount Glenn had fallen to incompetence and Grim, the cities back home had fallen to radioactive fire and fallout. It would be many more years before any of those cities could be reclaimed.

Mount Glenn though would be different. Already the White Fang had begun patrols through the city and were clearing out the Grim street by street. Armed with Federation weapons and a handful of vehicles, they were doing far better than most would have expected of an untrained army of fanatics. Though that was starting to change. In the last few weeks some of the flights from Elysium have included instructors to begin to help train the Fang.

Underneath the city there was a rapidly forming training camp by one of the city's old train stations. While many of the Fang soldiers hated the idea of getting training from Humans, Adam and his trusted captains kept them in line. From what little Kunz had seen, the Fang needed all the training they could get. Most of them barely knew what way to hold a rifle, let alone know how to clean or maintain it. He was surprised there hadn't been any accidental deaths or injuries from all the misfires he heard when he visited.

Currently he was sitting in the passenger seat of the little Valean car Adam had picked him up in. They were driving through the broken streets to begin the long drive back to Vale. He had come with Adam out here to get an update on the shipments and the training. As well as pass on the latest word from Elysium.

"What do you mean they can't fly them here?"

Adam growled softly in response to the news Kunz had just told him, which made Kunz explain it more.

"It can be flown, but you can only fit so much in the cargo holds each trip. We are already stretching things by having them do a plane a night. We can't send you the heavy equipment with everything else on the same flights. It can only be one or the other on each flight. It would be far easier if we send it by ship in cargo containers and you steal them from the docks. Plus it would be easier to get into Vale that way then driving them from here."

Adam goaned again and kept his eyes on the bumpy road. Turning at a corner and finally leaving the rumble-filled streets for a more open street as they left the city.

"Plus there's no use arguing about it. They are already on the ship and should be here in the coming day or two."

"That means we need to talk with the damned thief. He's got a plan already to snatch some Dust containers from the docks. If we do it this way then we should do it all at the same time, it'll attract less attention then two separate robberies."

Kunz nodded and had already expected this, as well as Adams reluctance. Recently the Anarchists, what Kunz and Adam have dubbed them, had forced Adam to start lending some of his men to a man named Roman Torchwick. Torchwick was a famous thief and gangster in Vale and apparently was stealing Dust already for the Anarchists, but recently needed more men for his robberies. Adam hated the man but went along with it after Kunz and the Anarchist leader, Cinder Fall, had convinced him separately. Kunz had yet to meet or see the woman, but Adams' stories of her left him with a vivid image of a egotistical bitch with sweet words and a pretty face.

Kunz was jolted from his thoughts by Adam hitting a pothole. He grunted and turned to Adam.

"Best case, we tell him it's just some sensitive equipment from Mistral or Atlas and he believes us. Worst case is he smells something off and I'll reveal myself and deal with him myself."