Seekers of Destiny: A RWBY OC Story

Chapter 2: Foot in the door; Geist Resiende

I rather enjoy the night sky of Vale. It wasn't clear, sure, but it still was nice to look at, and if you were lucky enough to be in a place without many streetlights, you could see some stars. Though, unfortunately where I was going, there were more streetlights than a parking lot behind a school where consensual (and often times non-consensual) sex sparks off.
I felt some buzzing from my back pocket, and the consistent whirring of my scroll. I groaned and took the scroll out of my jeans.
"Who's there?" I rasped softly, my throat a bit dry from lack of alcohol.
"Hey, its Mercury." I squinted my eyes, trying to remember who that was.
"The cripple?" There was silence on the other end for a moment, before the man responded.
"Yea. Is this call secure?" He spoke with a bit more frustration; probably my doing.
"Yea, what do you want cripple?" I tilted my head.
"Well, my employer wants to make an offer with you." I've heard about the guy's boss. Mostly the words 'damn bitch' come to mind, but even I'm not as much as a dumbass as to provoke a woman like her.
"What's the offer?" I hummed softly, taking a breath of the cold fall air.
"She wants to explain to you the details in person, just make sure to go to this address." He said before he abruptly hung up. A minute later, I got a message from a blocked number, leading to an address in the warehouse district.
"Well, hate to keep a date waiting." I grunted before I sped to a slow jog, making my way with only a bit of haste to the warehouse addressed.
It was a fixer-upper, to be sure. From the exterior, it honestly looked like a few homeless crowds decided to piss on it and leave. The windows were shattered, but they were high enough to where I couldn't see out of them. Figured she'd would have a bit more of a tidy taste. Though, complain as I will, there's probably a valid reason for them to pick this particular spot.
I composed myself and knocked on the front door, my gloved hand banging on the metal door. There was this almost whispering commotion from inside, so muffled I couldn't hear anything other than footsteps which eventually led to the door, and it swung open.
The man who opened the door was near my height, maybe an inch or two taller at the very least, but was considerably more well-kept. He had a white duster jacket hiding his left hand, his right hand leaning on a walking cane, or so one would assume, instead of a deadly weapon. His fiery orange hair was covered by a gentleman's bowler hat, a red stripe keeping the article together.
"Roman." I nodded, acknowledging his presence and walked inside, letting him close the door immediately afterward.
"Geist. Sure has been a while." He walked me in, while I observed the place.
Although the interior was definitely better than the exterior, it still was just a giant cluster-fuck. Boxes and crates of dust laid strewn about everywhere, hardly organized by any standard method I knew of. It was as if somebody just threw the boxes here and decided to bounce before shit got serious.
"You ever going to clean this place up?" I turned my head to look at him, who stared at me with an annoyed expression.
"Since when were you an interior decorator?" He mocked and berated, which I brushed if off.
"Ever since you became this girl's bitch." This time his aggravation was made audible, and he sat at a table housing a haphazard deck of cards.
I kept standing, waiting for the supposed host.
The clicking of heels on the stone floors rang through the barren warehouse, and I looked behind me to see the woman who invited me.
To most, she was a woman men would fight tooth and claw for. Her posture radiated elegance and experience, and her face spoke with a certain beauty only found in the eyes of a tiger or a predatory cat. Her eyes shimmered with an unforeseen greed, glittering gold seeming beyond her reach. Her dress, clearly custom-made, was lined and threaded with dust, the red cloth and orange dust made a mirage of fire, of infernal protection.
"Geist. It is good of you to arrive." She spoke with a sense of calm in her voice. I sighed, and only grunted in response. She gestured me to come by her little hub area, which I could only humbly oblige. Once we were inside the inner portion of the warehouse, my patience went out, such as a failing fuse.
"Alright, spill it. What's the reason you brought me here?" Cinder looked me in the eye for a moment, then blinked slowly.
"We have need of your expertise. I believe we would need it in the operations to come." She spoke flatly, her eyes glaring into my soul, and if she could, she could probably sense the words, 'poke the big-ass beast with a stick.' Which I did.
"Nah, following authority is not really what I'd call my forte." I smirked. Her eyes narrowed before she clasped her hands together.
"Well, your experience serving uniform causes would prove otherwise."
"Excuse me?" I glared at her with more glint of spite in my iris this time, as she smiled.
"I do my research before I select people." She had plastered on a smug look on her face, just begging, almost taunting to be cut limb from limb.
"Creep. Now what do you want?" I muttered, spitting on the floor.
"Again, my motive is beyond clear. I want you to join us. You've met Mercury, Emerald, hell, even your sister has caught the opportunity."
"By obligation, no doubt. She'd never get caught up in whatever the hell you're doing." She sighed in response.
"Why must you be so difficult? It is not a difficult job to do; I just need you to go to the CCT and insert this flash drive into the main servers." She held up a black flash drive in her fingers and put it on the desk.
"It's because I don't need that kind of damn heat! I just wanna live a peaceful unlawful life, not be a wanted man for death in every city on Remnant for conspiracy and treason!"  I yelled as I stood up, prepared to immediately walk out. However, she stopped me again.
"We can help you find her, if you cooperate." She spoke again with that gnawing smug, knowing tone that almost made me grit my teeth.
"She... is my prey alone." I growled before stepping out of her haven, taking the deep breaths to calm myself down.
"Alright, pal. She's literally toying with you. No need to get so worked up over nothing here." I muttered to myself, rubbing my forehead, before I stood up. I've frankly had enough of this place, but there was another reason I came.
"Hey Roman? You got a hot minute?" I hollered over to Roman, who was chaperoning some mindless grunts when he turned in my direction.
"Yea, what is it you want Geist?" I walked my way over, just observing the grunts moving for a minute before I cleared my throat.
"A heist."
"What?"
"You heard me, Roman. A heist." I smiled mischievously.
"Okay, I'm listening, but where exactly?"
"Well, there's this hospital which houses a bunch of experimental dusts and aura vials. I suppose I could-"
"Wait. A hospital?"
"Yes. A hospital. So what?"  He looked at me, completely perplexed before it dawned on him.  He groaned in frustration and shook his head. 
     "You're out of the vials, aren't you?" 
     "Not yet, but I heard of a recent shipment from Atlas heading to the hospital.  If we could intercept it or something, I could be set for probably five years."  He gave me an unamused look, as I grinned.
     "Oh yeah, also did I mention medical industry is one of the most profitable?  Maybe getting a large stock of expensive medicines could get you some sort of monopoly in the black market..."  He stared at me, twirling his cane. 
     "Weren't you going on about in the other room how you didn't want the attention of all the four Kingdoms?" 
     "This is different.  It's a necessity.  Plus, I really don't want to work for your asshole of a boss, not after the stunt she pulled in there."  I snarled.
     "What'd she do?" 
     "She tried to get involved between me and Blake."  I breathed, clenching my fists, and unclenching.
"Who's that?" He raised his brow. He was always an uncommonly curious guy, who if you would let him, he would pry and pry till you are cracked open on the side of the street in the morning sun.
"Personal." I gave him the 'shut the fuck up' kind of look, which he responded to well, and nodded.
"Fine then, if you want to be that way. Damn brat."
"At least I ain't around 24/7, that way I give you time to refresh and recover every time you meet me."  He groaned.  He knew I was right; I was his favorite, aside from the pip-squeak. 
     "I'll just say I have history with that Faunus."  I alluded, which he pardoned and didn't take mind of it. 
     "So you want me, you, and Neo, as well as anyone else I can get on board to rob a hospital of aura vials, dust, and medicine?"
     "If you really need me to rest your fears, the White Fang attack recreational centers and schools, so it isn't that bad in context."
     "But you do know what idea you're presenting right?  You want to rob a hospital, with sick people and those who are dying."  Roman, as rather ruthless as he was, explained that this was a line that was difficult to cross to him, no matter how I sold the idea to him. 
     "Fine, fine.  We won't even get involved with the infirmary wards.  We just need to access storage and their coffers.  Just get some goons to carry some shit and we go.  Okay?"  He closed his eyes, hands to his head as he strained his thoughts.
      "Fine.  Fine I'll fucking go.  When is it?" 
     "A while from now, don't worry, just assemble whatever you can.  We'll keep in close touch."  I smirked as I walked to the door with a little pep in my step.
     "Oh, and thanks Roman, you don't know how much not talking about her helps me."  I smiled to Torchwick, and left.