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Breaking and entering was second nature to Blake but she never thought she’d do it for a good cause. Survival was purpose for almost everything she’d done. Adam had just happened to be the best teacher of how to survive and thrive she could find.

It wasn’t bad at first; compared to surviving day by day on the streets, Adam was a blessing. Undeniably, he was and is the strongest person she’s ever met even after seeing Yang fight. The only problem was that Adam never cared for consequences.

Everything was simply the means to an end for him. Even Blake had to admit that she probably was just another tool to be used for jobs, but it felt nice to have someone to call a friend. It was only when Blake realized that killing was something Adam looked forward to and not simply another part of the job, how he loved the destruction of battle, that Blake had enough.

There was no reason to kill the workers when they could simply run off with the loot on that final mission, but Adam was determined to cause as much pain as possible. People don’t train to obliterate an enemy in a single powerful swing for the sake of defense; only killers desire that level of skill. When Blake separated the box cars, leaving Adam with nothing but betrayal, she cut away the best and worst quality in her life. It wasn’t enough to leave him; everything she did on solo jobs was based off his teachings. He was attached to her always, like a curse.

The same curse that made her stand apart from the group she was now in even though by all rights she should have been among them as equals, maybe as a friend. Still, despite the bounty on her head, Yang trusted her enough to work with them against the greater enemy. Blake figured that would be enough for now.

The warehouse was empty except for the massive service elevator in the back. Without any machines, shelves, or actual lights the building felt like walking in a hollowed out skeleton. But the girls weren’t fooled; only the head was a skull, they were interested in the rest of the body.

There was a monitor next to elevator with a screen and keyboard access.

“If we put in the wrong code the building will explode,” Blake said. “Leave it to me.”

Blake moved over to the monitor and pulled out the hacking mechanism she used on the mech guard. She pulled a small cable from the device and pressed it against the monitor. An ocean of code flashed across the screen before they settled on a single collection of numbers and letters. A flash of green emitted from the machine and the doors of the elevator opened. Blake attached her device to the panel as the four of them made their way into the elevator.

“I can access the elevator with my controller,” Blake said holding up a black handheld object. “I also have access to the explosives, I push a button and the building goes up.”

“Is there a reason you have the bombs on speed dial?” Ruby said.

“If you want your finger on the button, be my guest,” Blake said offering Ruby the device.

Ruby looked at the device as though Blake’s hand was diseased.

“Blake, why’d you access the bombs at all?” Weiss said.

“Past experience taught me to use any and all materials available on a mission.” Blake said. The last thing she’d admit was that Adam was the source of her knowledge of explosives. Yang didn’t seem pleased either but she wasn’t retaliating.

“Don’t leave us in the dark from now on, Blake,” Yang sighed. “We don’t use the bombs unless I give the word. Understood?”

Blake looked at Yang, a person who in her mind only had authority because of pre-school notion of being the oldest. She was however, the second person whose saved Blake’s life and gave her a new purpose. Blake’s life seemed to be the currency that her trust was earned by; at least she lucked out with some worthwhile company the second time.

“Understood,” Blake said. “Say the word and it all goes boom, on your order.”

It was the closest thing to loyalty that Blake could convey and Yang understood that.

“You looked at the layout of the facility,” Yang said to Blake. “Which floor do we start from?”

This was new for Blake. Even when she worked with Adam, Adam always called the shots. She’d never been trusted to make her own decisions on missions. Come to think of it, she’d never been trusted period. It was strangely comforting to know that the girl she first met when they were literally at each other’s throats now trusted her. Blake didn’t understand why, but that trust compelled her to try and not let Yang down; an odd notion for a traitor.

“Four floors down, there’s a laboratory where all the facility’s information is contained.” Blake said. “We can probably find out who’s been financing the manufacturing for these facilities.”

“We tried finding that out at the last two facilities Yang and I hit,” Ruby said. “They scrambled the data before we had a chance. What’s the difference now?”

“The difference is that you have me now,” Blake said. “But we need to hurry; I think the sensors identified me.”

“They probably mobilized,” Weiss said nervously. “Just waiting for us to arrive.”

“Then let’s not keep them waiting.” Yang said as she smashed her gauntlets together.

The girls armed themselves and with Yang they made a battle plan.

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Breaking and entering was second nature to Blake but she never thought she’d do it for a good cause. Survival was purpose for almost everything she’d done. Adam had just happened to be the best teacher of how to survive and thrive she could find.

It wasn’t bad at first; compared to surviving day by day on the streets, Adam was a blessing. Undeniably, he was and is the strongest person she’s ever met even after seeing Yang fight. The only problem was that Adam never cared for consequences.

Everything was simply the means to an end for him. Even Blake had to admit that she probably was just another tool to be used for jobs, but it felt nice to have someone to call a friend. It was only when Blake realized that killing was something Adam looked forward to and not simply another part of the job, how he loved the destruction of battle, that Blake had enough.

There was no reason to kill the workers when they could simply run off with the loot on that final mission, but Adam was determined to cause as much pain as possible. People don’t train to obliterate an enemy in a single powerful swing for the sake of defense; only killers desire that level of skill. When Blake separated the box cars, leaving Adam with nothing but betrayal, she cut away the best and worst quality in her life. It wasn’t enough to leave him; everything she did on solo jobs was based off his teachings. He was attached to her always, like a curse.

The same curse that made her stand apart from the group she was now in even though by all rights she should have been among them as equals, maybe as a friend. Still, despite the bounty on her head, Yang trusted her enough to work with them against the greater enemy. Blake figured that would be enough for now.

The warehouse was empty except for the massive service elevator in the back. Without any machines, shelves, or actual lights the building felt like walking in a hollowed out skeleton. But the girls weren’t fooled; only the head was a skull, they were interested in the rest of the body.

There was a monitor next to elevator with a screen and keyboard access.

“If we put in the wrong code the building will explode,” Blake said. “Leave it to me.”

Blake moved over to the monitor and pulled out the hacking mechanism she used on the mech guard. She pulled a small cable from the device and pressed it against the monitor. An ocean of code flashed across the screen before they settled on a single collection of numbers and letters. A flash of green emitted from the machine and the doors of the elevator opened. Blake attached her device to the panel as the four of them made their way into the elevator.

“I can access the elevator with my controller,” Blake said holding up a black handheld object. “I also have access to the explosives, I push a button and the building goes up.”

“Is there a reason you have the bombs on speed dial?” Ruby said.

“If you want your finger on the button, be my guest,” Blake said offering Ruby the device.

Ruby looked at the device as though Blake’s hand was diseased.

“Blake, why’d you access the bombs at all?” Weiss said.

“Past experience taught me to use any and all materials available on a mission.” Blake said. The last thing she’d admit was that Adam was the source of her knowledge of explosives. Yang didn’t seem pleased either but she wasn’t retaliating.

“Don’t leave us in the dark from now on, Blake,” Yang sighed. “We don’t use the bombs unless I give the word. Understood?”

Blake looked at Yang, a person who in her mind only had authority because of pre-school notion of being the oldest. She was however, the second person whose saved Blake’s life and gave her a new purpose. Blake’s life seemed to be the currency that her trust was earned by; at least she lucked out with some worthwhile company the second time.

“Understood,” Blake said. “Say the word and it all goes boom, on your order.”

It was the closest thing to loyalty that Blake could convey and Yang understood that.

“You looked at the layout of the facility,” Yang said to Blake. “Which floor do we start from?”

This was new for Blake. Even when she worked with Adam, Adam always called the shots. She’d never been trusted to make her own decisions on missions. Come to think of it, she’d never been trusted period. It was strangely comforting to know that the girl she first met when they were literally at each other’s throats now trusted her. Blake didn’t understand why, but that trust compelled her to try and not let Yang down; an odd notion for a traitor.

“Four floors down, there’s a laboratory where all the facility’s information is contained.” Blake said. “We can probably find out who’s been financing the manufacturing for these facilities.”

“We tried finding that out at the last two facilities Yang and I hit,” Ruby said. “They scrambled the data before we had a chance. What’s the difference now?”

“The difference is that you have me now,” Blake said. “But we need to hurry; I think the sensors identified me.”

“They probably mobilized,” Weiss said nervously. “Just waiting for us to arrive.”

“Then let’s not keep them waiting.” Yang said as she smashed her gauntlets together.

The girls armed themselves and with Yang they made a battle plan.