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Episode Two: The Liason

The Liason

The hatch closed behind Y/N as he entered the transport. A sleek black bullhead. A prototype built for sub-sonic travel. And stealth.

Y/N unsealed the panel containing his briefcase. He placed it in front of him and opened it. Placing the firearms, unused clips, and knife back into their respective places. He'd clean his guns later. He undid his gloves and places them on top of the closed case. Y/N heard the sound of a door sliding open to his left.

A white-haired woman in her early-twenties passed through the door. This woman was his handler. The one that administered the next contract to him. And the same woman that he's been talking to for the past hours. Winter Schnee. A Special Operative of the Atlesian military. The same rank that he holds. She's also known as the right hand of General Ironwood. And the second youngest Operative in history.

"That might be a record." Winter stated. She watched as he loosened his tie before setting it next to him.

Y/N looked at her. "This is the last day that I'll be in the regions of Mistral. Before my assignment in Vale, I plan on spending it with my family."

Winter nodded in understanding. She's done the same for her beloved sister. "I understand. Family is important."

"Yes. Yes, it is." Y/N whispered. He shrugged off his jacket. And removed his weapon holsters. He began to unbutton his shirt. And discarded it off to the side. He moved to where another storage panel was located. Where a bag of clothes was waiting. His casual clothes for when he wasn't working. More for his family than himself. He liked the professional look. The tight

Winter's attention never strayed from Y/N. She had seen him change hundreds of times. But the show never got old. Even if it was just a change of a shirt. He is the pinnacle of human genetics. And then some. His face was flawless. His torso was flawless. Y/N was physically flawless.

She walked to his discarded jacket. Directly for his pockets. Winter left everything except for the digital drive and the pages. She placed the items into her inner pocket. Winter neatly folded the jacket. She could still feel the heat that lingered in the jacket. It delightfully burned her hands. She smiled at the thoughts that invaded her psyche.

"How do I look?" Winter jumped at his voice. Y/N chuckled lightly. He found her incredibly adorable.

Winter regained her composure and gave him a slow once over. "Handsome. Like always. But personally, I prefer to see you in one of your suits." She approached him and began to adjust the straps. She was all about etiquette and decorum. And Y/N liked that about her. A breath of fresh air to him.

Winter let out a sigh as she rested her head against his chest. "It's always startling to hear your heartbeat. It's so rapid. So powerful. Just like mine is right now."

Y/N didn't respond to the confession. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her much smaller frame and tightened the embrace. Winter didn't mind his silence. It didn't hurt her. On the contrary, their embrace spoke volumes. She'd never force him to do anything he didn't want to. She was a patient woman. And if she needed to wait. She would. Until the end of the universe, if need be.

Winter glanced up at him from her position. "Are you going to be fine in Vale? Fine being around Ozpin?" She worried about him. And for him. There were very few secrets between them. He's known her since she was a kid. When he visited her parents with his sister. And she's only truly known him since her short duration at Atlas' Academy.

Y/N once confided in her that he wanted to kill Ozpin. Once and for all. To rid the world of Ozma's spirit. Winter knew Y/N held some resentment towards Ozpin for what happened to Summer. Along with the one who was with her when it occurred. But it wasn't just because of that. The death of Summer opened his eyes to the world. It changed him. Life-changing. Whether for better or worse, Winter doesn't know.