**Blake - Crew corridor, UMMA Vessel _Tanngrisnir_**
_"Copy that." _ Blake frowned as she watched the figure raising his pistol and stalking forward. What was he doing here? An assassination? How had he even gotten that weapon onto the ship? They had to take him out fast, and without killing him.
_"Jaune, be ready to cover us if he fires back."_ She whispered, nodding at the white-haired man. As Sylvester threw his volley of needles, Blake jumped and rolled into the open, Gambol Shroud raised. The black-clad girl let out a quiet grunt as she launched the pistol overhand, its long ribbon spooling through her hand as it flipped end-over-end. When the weapon passed over the intruder's shoulder she gave a tug at the trailing line, and the pistol let out a _crack_ as it fired, the recoil sending it back downward to loop around his torso and allowing Blake to yank the intruder off his hopefully-paralysed feet.