Heisters (RWBY modern AU fanfiction)

17: Day 3

The gray-haired male teenager walked down the marble halls of the O.T. Bank to where he was leading himself straight to Mr. Port's office. Once when he was familiar to the white big fancy door that had said, MR. PORT'S OFFICE, he straightened himself up and entered.

"Ah, Mr. Black", the jolly round old man greeted from behind his desk, "I was expecting you."

"You called me, Mr. Port?" Mercury asked.

"Indeed, I have. I've summoned you here today to inform you that you will have pictures taken for your identification card. Not only will it help the others know who you are, it is also a passage to the main vault."

Mercury's eyes popped out like dollar signs as you would hear the sounds of KA-CHING!

"S-so... it will help me get through any security system we have here?" he asked.

"Yes, any security system we have here in the Oculus Trust Bank", Mr. Port smiled.

"Okay!" the gray-haired male teenager chimed with an evil grin inside.

"Great! Let us be off."

Back in the van where the rest of the gang had waited, Emerald was strapping herself to sneak under the bank.

"Radio's working?" Cinder asked her.

"Yep", the minty-green haired female checked.

"Is it on the right channel?"

"Yep."

"Is your tracker on?"

"Yep."

"What about your hidden camera?"

"Working just right."

"And your tranquilizer gun?"

"Whoa, TRANQUILIZER gun??" Ironwood repeated in a displeased tone. "I thought we agreed to NO weapons during our investigation!"

"A tranquilizer gun isn't much of a weapon", Roman corrected. "If it was a weapon, it would've killed."

"It could still be used for harm", Ozpin defended Ironwood in this argument.

"What? By putting those big fat babies to sleep? By putting them into a deep slumber? Face it, we don't know if there's gonna be anybody working underground. Would you like her to get caught? No? I wouldn't think so either. Now, if you think giving Emerald a harmless gun is a bad idea, I wouldn't mind giving her my pistol. And don't forget, mine does kill."

Ironwood just sat there with his mouth shut by Roman's snappy attitude. Of course, it was no surprise that Roman would be constantly grouchy towards his friends. Except for Cinder, obviously.

"Fine..." Ironwood whispered.

But before Roman could agree along, he winced from the internal pain that growing inside of his head. He grilled on the driver's wheel as he tried to rub his temples. Quietly, he grunted from the unpleasant feeling that tormented his brain as if his head was about to swell up and explode.

Everyone looked at Roman like he was some psycho. Well, let's face it. He IS a psycho.

Cinder placed a hand on her lover's shoulder and massaged his tightened muscles. Soon enough, Roman calmed down as he looked at Cinder's gold eyes.

"You okay?" Emerald asked as she straightened her earpiece.

"Does it look like I want to talk right now?" Roman growled as he never took his sight away from his beautiful female lover.

"Asshole..."

"Bitch..."

Annoyed with the flaming red-headed male, Emerald walked out from behind the van and started her mission by entering through the sewage system.