The doors thundered closed followed by an elegant and firm footsteps of a young man exiting the hall marked 'Conference Room'. It was yet another fallout and conflict of interests that quickly assassinated the entire negotiations between him and Weiss. A quick slip to his pocket was followed by quick typing of a message to 'Command'; 

"Negotiations have failed yet again. I will return and discuss about our next move.

- V"

Lights flashed between the checkered windows decorated by displays of intricate Dust filled antiques and machinery, coldly accompanying his slightly-paced stroll towards the elevator. He was no stranger there. "Failed again? I mean I won't blame you. Not many people care about stuff like that. Besides, if we were to keep up with competitors, we need to continue producing high-quality Dust..." The scientist went on upon his reasons, moving from objective reasons to personal until he reached the elevator room. "... and I'm sure those reasons are enough to keep an old man like myself to have to put up with this. I believe that your plan can cause great change, but I just can't see that happening."

"I do not have much time to consider the reasons that you've given. It is still an apparent threat that would cause huge repercussions in the future." The young man enters the elevator and pushes the 'H' button. "You will not see me again."

The elevator ride was a quiet and serene one. The jazzy elevator music soothed his slightly sunkissed skin with a cool aura of calmness.

Ding!

The elevator doors open, the rushing winds quickly filled the innate atmosphere of the elevator with raging gusts and the young man's hazel hair uncontrollably flair. "Commander Varian Willsworth, sir!" A man dressed in army fatigues and bulletproof vest saluted him and escorted his passage to the helicopter. "I hope your negotiations bore fruit, sir?" The young man leered his gaze dreadfully.

"No, it did not. Take us back to Command-- we will need a new plan." The soldier slid the door open, revealing another younger faunus woman inside whose cherry blossom appearance never failed to appease him. Her arms crossed, almost cradling her own weight in her arms as she sits on the leathery seat of the helo. "Back already from Beacon?" He said-- almost impressed. The other soldier entered and sat diagonal from Varian and signalled the pilot to fly. Varian put on his headset as the engine's whirr continued to roar.

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