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!"
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