The Virtuoso Agent and The Hidden Fang: Blake BelladonnaxMale Atlas Secret Agent

Sighting the Target

Several days after my meeting with Ironwood I was standing before Professor Ozpin of Beacon Academy at 0300 hours.

"So you wish to implement an Agent into my Academy to interrogate one of my upcoming students on matters not my own?" Asked Ozpin.

"I can assure you that my presence here will not interfere with your mission to train huntsmen. All the paperwork that says I am a student is all ready to be burned in the event I am discovered," I explained.

"Gypsy will bring no danger to this school, and will help repel any and all danger that this school is called upon for," explained Ironwood.

Ozpin sat forward with his elbows on his desk.

"Alright then. I will ensure Osiris is put on a team that will keep him in a close enough manner that he can complete his mission," said Ozpin.

I stepped forward.

"Sir, I can accomplish my mission a lot easier without anyone to slow me down," I said.

"Don't push your luck," mumbled Ironwood.

"Very well," said Ozpin, shocking James Ironwood. "The Initiation Trials are in just a few hours, I'll see you in the field."

I was escorted by Ironwood to my solo dorm, specifically outfitted to act as my personal armory and communications room.

"Another agent will be in touch," was the last thing Ironwood told me.

I walked up to the wall with a handprint scanner and placed my hand in the guides. A light turned green and the wall opened up, revealing a wall with five guns mounted to it and a small comms unit. The first gun I looked over was a suppressed submachine gun chambered in 5.7mm with a holographic sight mounted to the top. The next one was a bullpup .30 caliber carbine, suppressed with a ACOG sight and canted red dot sight. The third was a bullpup machine gun with a 60 round magazine, loaded for a 8.6mm projectile. The fourth gun was a long range rifle firing a .408 caliber cartridge. The last one was my suppressed 9mm, freshly cleaned and gauged. I took the carbine off the wall and put my pistol in my belt. A second shelf opened up revealing several types of hand grenades. Fragmentation, Stun, EMP, Tear Gas, and my green smoke grenades. I grabbed a pair of each, except the EMP and my smokes, and loaded them onto my combat rig. I put on my adaptive combat rig, putting several carbine magazines in the 4 pouches on the front and two spare pistol mags in the back. The rig had retractable flaps that lined up with the seems on my clothes, allowing me to glide through the air as a wing suit. I waited in my room for the rest of the night familiarizing myself with the rifle. I reloaded it several times over and over again, swapping between it and my pistol. Once day broke I put on a mask designed for practically everything, underwater, gas, airborne agents, anything short of survival in a vacuum. I opened my window and stood on the windowsill, holding my arms and legs close together. Letting gravity do all the work, I fell from the windowsill, letting the wind fill up my wings and carry me through the sky. I glided over the trees, ducking and diving through their branches at high speeds. I soon landed at the launch pad site, with only Ozpin standing on the hill.

"Well, you are certainly early," said Ozpin.

"On time is late, early is on time," I said simply.

Ozpin cracked a slight smile at my philosophy.

"Forgive my curiosity, but am I able to know who exactly you are here for?" He asked.

"Classified, I can't risk anyone knowing who my target is. We don't know who could be watching them," I said.

"Fair enough," he said.

I turned and looked over the pneumatic launch pads, seeing the long line of them.

"Which one fires last?" I asked.

"The closest one to you," he answered. "But I thought you'd like to be the first in the field?"

"Normally yes, but I have to be able to see where my target goes, put myself in a position to get close to them," I explained.

"Your target is a student. I was assuming it would've been a professor," he said.

I could tell he was concerned about his students, and I couldn't have that if I wanted his cooperation.

"My target is not a kill order, it's a long term infiltration and interrogation. I have no lethal targets at Beacon," I explained.

Ozpin was silent for a moment, but soon nodded his head in acceptance.

"Alright, as long as you will not hinder the development of huntsmen and huntresses, then I will provide full cooperation," he said.

I took my place on the launch pad, and waited. The other students soon arrived at the hill and took places on their own launch pads. As Ozpin was delivering a speech to the students, I analyzed everyone's positioning. Everyone was easy to identify simply by their attire, making Blake easy to pick out. One by one the students started launching through the air. My pad fired and in mere moments I was hundreds of feet in the air.

"Just like jump school," I smiled and mumbled.

The air rushed past me as I opened my wing suit, stopping to identify Belladonna's trajectory.

"30* degrees to my left, 120 feet down, 37 feet ahead, making distance," I thought.

My plan began, diving to land just a few dozen feet away silently. I cut through the air and closed distance rapidly. In a swift motion I flipped my body to fill my wings and slow my descent. I flew right through a gap in the trees, silently hitting the ground. My wings retracted as I rolled forward onto my knee with rifle drawn. The area was clear of Grimm, and only the sounds of landing huntsman in train rang through the air.

"Alright, Belladonna should be to my 10 o'clock," I mumbled.

I stood up and started walking into the trees.

"Time to meet my girlfriend," I joked to myself.