"Yeah, whatever. At least they get done," I muttered back.
"Anyways, there's a small coastal town in the south east that's having difficulty with Grimm. There seems to be more of them then there normally are this time of year and they're requesting our help to get rid of them."
"Obviously, since it's a mission. When do I leave?"
"This evening." She flipped a page on her clipboard as I took another sip. "Due to the sheer number of Grimm reported we're sending you with another Huntsman. They won't be available until then."
"No, just no," I replied, almost choking on my drink. "I work alone for a reason Glinda. Me and teammates don't get along.
"I'm well aware that it's been a while since you had a partner to work with. Five years, if I'm not mistaken."
"Who knows anymore,"
"Regardless, Professor Ozpin believes it's necessary to have two huntsmen on the mission, therefor two huntsmen there'll be."
"This is ridiculous." I stood up in my chair, waving my flask in emphasis. "I want you to tell him that I said this is ridiculous."
"Will do," she replied. I doubted she would actually tell him but it didn't really matter. "Be to the Eastern hanger by six tonight, there will be a bullhead ready to take both of you two your destination. You should get there just in time to do a night patrol of the area. That seems to be the time period they're having the most trouble anyways."
"Yes ma'am," I said, giving her a mock salute with my flask. She finally looked up, giving me an unamused look in return. "I'll go get ready for the trip. My flask is feeling a little light anyways."
I turned away to leave when she called to me again.
"Oh, and Qrow?" I glanced back in time to see her waive her previously hidden riding crop before my flask jumped out of my hand and directly into her. "You'll get this back when you return."
"Controlling witch," I muttered to myself as I left the room.
Six o'clock took forever to get there, especially without my drinks. My plan had been to stop by a bar until the necessary time but for some odd reason, none of them would serve me. Every barkeep would take one look at me and immediately go pail before kicking me out of their establishment. I was pretty sure who the culprit was after one of them mentioned a scary, blond lady that threatened to take apart their building brick by brick if they served me. So instead I spent refilling my necessities and checking my gear.
I got to the location late, hoping the dreaded machine would have left without me. It was still there, unfortunately. The pilot gave me an annoyed look and motioned for me to climb into the back.
I gave the man a lazy salute before opening the hatch, only to freeze in place. My mind went blank as it processed the presence of a white cloak, and the equally surprised huntress wearing it.
"What are you doing here?" Summer asked.
"Good question."
