The rest of the girls were asleep in their bunk beds but Yang stared up at ceiling with a frown, as she rolled over to her side recalling every moment she sparred with Neo. That damn tiny thing. Even though Yang could take anything head-on, her defeat hit her personally, injuring her pride of deeming herself as the best fighter. Yang would sigh and grunt as she thought of the ways she could've connected some blocks to Neo's lithe kicks.

Then, a thought bubbled up in her mind and she quietly hopped off the bed, slipping on her tank, jacket, and boots, picking up her gauntlets with a coy smile until the tap of a shoulder from behind made her jump.

"Blake!" she whispered aloud.

"Can't sleep?"

"Something like that."

"You should pick up a book, then." Blake teased, folding her arms.

"You know I hate reading."

There was a silence and the expression on Blake's face was suspicious as they were the only two that were awake.

"I'm just going to drive around town, I need to blow off some steam," she finally sighed. "I won't be long."

Blake stepped in closer. "If I find out that you're in trouble, I'm going to be on your case. 'Bumblebee', right?" She asserted.

"Yes, ma'am!" she mocked. "Later."

The moment that Yang was outside of Beacon grounds, she found her motorcycle parked in an alley where only senior citizens resided so she didn't have to worry about thieves. Plus, if there were thieves, a challenge would've been nice too and always welcomed.

Carefully jumping on the bike and keying it, she revved the engine several times at the close of her eyes until her lips grew into a prideful grin, putting on her shades, driving off furiously onto the street to The Club.

Even though it was a Thursday night, The Club was full of patrons. The dance floor was filled, and people packed the bar and booths. In one booth was Hei "Junior" Xiong, along with his usual escorts, the Miltiades Twins. Opposite the three was a young man, perhaps slightly younger than the Twins. He tossed a photo to Junior. "You know people, Xiong," he said over the music and people. "Maybe you recognize him."

Junior gave the photo a glance. "Never seen 'im," he grunted. The young man frowned. He said, "We both know that's about as full of bull as the Faunus in that picture." His expression darkened. "I want information. He's White Fang, and if I can find him, and turn him in, you won't have them for competition for... protection. Help me, help you."

An hour later, Yang's bike was horribly parked on the pavement to The Club as she kept on the shades, climbing up the steps into the building. As expected, the glass doors ceremoniously slid open for Yang as she basked in the energetic atmosphere and current soft house song, revealing a toothy, mischievous grin. Her smile dropped when she saw Miltia and Melanie dancing with the DJ and teasingly wearing his scarf and mascot head.

"Try hards," she commented under her breath, easing through the crowd, pouncing on Junior the moment he was leaning over to reach a bottled champagne.

"Heeeeeey, Junior!" she teased as she giggled hearing his cursing under his breath. "Been a long time, huh? I see you got everything... remolded," she taunted.

"Blon-- sir," he greeted with deep irritation. "What do you want."

Yang crossed her arms, pouting her lips, as she mockingly looked up to the ceiling, tapping her foot until he sighed knowingly what she wanted; she grinned in response.

"I haven't seen her."

"But the point is you have... you have met her before and Roman too. Come on, Junior, just make it easy for the both of us," she laughed out loud, "What am I saying!? For you, silly."

Junior leaned against the bar counter until he perked up. "Wait, you said 'her'. Hold on. Who are we talking about? I just had a guy..." he immediately stopped himself. "What the heck is going on... two people in the same day looking for something...," he muttered, drinking in a lot from the bottle.

"Who came here, Junior?" Yang demanded.

There was a click as a gun's hammer was cocked back. However, Junior made a motion to discourage his personal guard. "Some in-training Huntsman," he said. "White hair, headphones. Not the biggest guy, but I got the impression he's stronger than he looks. He was looking for a Faunus. Aaron, Adam, something like that."

Xiong brought a picture up on a tablet; The Club automatically took pictures of everyone who walked through the front door. "I told him to start searching the Breach area," continued Junior. "Swarming with Ironwood's trained monkeys and 'bots, but it's the best bet. I suggest you start looking there. The guy he was looking for was White Fang."



Amarok waited until the patrol passed. For the last hour he'd been observing, waiting. His best bet for answers were down that hole. Along with Grimm and dead bodies... he reminded himself unhappily.

On the motorcycle ride to Ironwood's district, she parked it in an alley perfect for a getaway and of course, for her baby not to be seen upon guards or any whistle-blowers. It was strange how from The Club and the Breach were different climates and Yang became distracted by breathing cold air and swatting the fog with a grin. Blinking to focus, she walked around the area, circling the Breach until she saw the guards who appeared bored out of their misery despite the visors that masked the vast part of their facial features. She had think of something to distract them so she picked up a chicken bone she saw in a nearby dumpster and threw it in the opposite direction, too fast for them to see but loud enough to make them leave the entrance. By their bodies movement, the slide doors opened and Yang squeezed through. Up the stairs, she caught a figure with remarkably white hair.

"Got'cha," she confidently confirmed to herself, quietly rushing her way toward him.

He was crouching behind some warehouse cargos and on top of one, Yang peeked out her head, pointing her readied gauntlet fist at him. "Hey there, Snow White," she greeted, smiling from amusement. "You don't look suspicious at all!"

"And you didn't even bother to try and mask your Aura, Goldilocks." He stood, looking Yang over for a moment. His features had the same noble, angular features as a wolf, and his eyes were azure in hue. He wore gold and white armor, although it didn't have the same metallic sheen as Ember Celica or Crescent Rose. But his right arm did-- it was a prosthesis. "Young ladies don't ordinarily come looking for me," Amarok said. "When they do, I'm in trouble, they want something, or both." He folded his arms across his chest. "Which one is it this time?"

"Well, I try to change it up every now and then. It gets really boring just having to rely on your Aura. Need to exercise your natural abilities, y'know. But anyway, it's the second one to save you some time before we're hounded by guards, unless you get taken down too early," she taunted.

She sat atop the cargo, cross-legged adjusting her black shorts underneath her skirt.

"I'll get right down to it, Lone Wolf, I'm looking for Neo. Roman Torchwick's mute and annoyingly devious sister."

"I don't know her by name," Amarok said. His body language shifted slightly, almost imperceptibly. "Silent, carries an umbrella. Pretty freakin' cocky, even though I'm sure I could drop-kick her over a fence if she didn't put up a fight. Frankly, I'm not interested in Torchwick."

Amarok took out his Scroll, flashing an illustration of a Faunus man wearing a Grimm mask. "His name's Adam Taurus. Pretty high up in the White Fang, as close to the top as I can tell. Surveillance puts him at a number of crimes, including an attempted heist of a Schnee Dust Company freight train.

"Based on the scent, you must be on a team with the heiress Weiss Schnee. Passed her before at Beacon. No matter what perfume she wears, her scent is still unmistakable."