"So let me get this straight, you want me to go back to a swamp that's stocked full of Grimm and fly around as a bird for who knows how long just on the off chance Salem's set up a hideout there." I stared down Ozpin but he never even spared me a glance. "You do know how long that's going to take, right? I'll be lucky if I'm back in six months."
"It would most likely take closer to a year," he replied simply. He looked up from the clipboard, eyes locking with mine. "Is that a problem?"
"No, not particularly," I replied as I sat back, running a hand through my hair for a moment to collect my thoughts. "Will I be able to stop by Patch before I leave?"
"Regretfully no, if what you said was true we don't have the time to spare." Ozpin replied.
"Very well," I said with a sigh. "Guess I'll just give her a call before I head out. Just to let her know what's going on."
"Actually," General Ironwood interrupted. "That wouldn't be advisable."
"Why the hell not?" I turned towards the older man, my eyes narrowing at him. "Are you suggesting she isn't trustworthy?"
"Your girlfriend may be trustworthy but the scrolls are not," he replied. "Salem could have them bugged or your call could be intercepted. It would risk the success of the mission to even risk such a call."
"Then what do you suggest I do, General?" I wondered sarcastically. "I can't just up and disappear off the face of Remnant."
"Your sister did."
"I'm not my damn sister!" I exclaimed, suddenly on my feet slamming my fist onto Ozpin's desk.
"Touchy subject?"
"Shut the hell up."
"The general brings up a good point," Ozpin replied as he sat back down at his desk. He pulled out a pen and a notebook before placing it in front of me. "I believe the best course of action would be to write her a letter explaining everything. I'll make sure that it gets delivered within the next few days. Is that acceptable?"
"It's better than nothing."
