Just another tuesday

"So, what do you want to do today?"

A man with a trimmed beard, wearing a suit and currently cleaning a glass coup asked me with an indifferent tone.

This was junior, one of the most knowledgeable people in Vale's underworld.

I have been working with him for a better part of a year now.

Ever since I passed the exams, I went back to vale for information.

Turns out that the police are shit at their job, what a surprise.

There are gangs in vale that sell drugs, do human trafficking, or is it Faunus trafficking? Some nobles extracted money from the "peasants" and overall, this place had problems.

Everything was kept under the pretence of normal, day-to-day jobs.

The pet store that sold parrots, cats and dogs? Yeah, it also sold Faunus behind the scenes. If you know where to look, it's quite easy to find.

"I dunno, Junior, I will not be available for a while after a week or two so I am here for the reward for my last task."

He smirked at me, his eyes lighting up in humour.

"What, that aura-resistant metal, bulletproof material and a few hundred thousand Lein is not good enough?"

I deadpanned at him but it was covered by my mask that got considerable upgrades: Night vision, voice changer, image expander and it was bulletproof, just in case.

"I got those from you because I took down your competitors, gather information and stopped any shooting that was started by other gangs."

He chuckled at that and nodded, pouring a drink in a now clean glass, he slid it towards me.

"Yeah, you are known as "Red Eyed Ghost", still salty about that?"

...Yes, yes I am.

"It was you that spread that nickname, I wanted to be an unknown."

Reaching below the table, he took out something small enough be fit in his palm, meaning that I had no idea what it was.

"Yeah, but thank you for the help, if it wasn't for you, I might have had to make more reparations than I did."

He threw me the item and I Raised my hand to catch it. It was a pair of keys.

Pocketing them, I open the mouth section of my mask and down the drink.

"Yeah, still can't believe they had a name like "White serpent", how edgy can a person be?"

This time Junior gave me a blank look. What?

"They had an RPG and you are confused about their name?"

Yeah, they did have an RPG, didn't they? Hm... Yeah, the police need to do a better job... or they were paid off.

"They still died, not as that RPG helped them. And hey, it's your's now, just don't aim it at people."

He snorted and poured himself a drink.

"Yeah, I don't have a good experience with that, don't worry though, I know how it feels to be at the other end of a barrel, not pointing that thing at anyone unless I have to."

That meant that he would aim it at anyone who caused extensive collateral damage.

Good to know.

Standing up, I closed my mouthpiece and stretched out my arms.

"Tell Melanie and Miltiades goodbye for me."

I slid back the cup to him and waved goodbye as I went to the back door.

"Sure thing Roy."

Before I left, I saw a man in a white suit with a cone hat- Who wears cone hats?- and a cane walk toward junior. He was being escorted by two girls, one in white and the other in red, both had a feather in their hair and wore makeup. Melanie and Miltiades, the two girls were bringing this man to Junior.

"Hello, Junior! How have you been? It's been such a long time."

Junior looked annoyed as he answer back, already rubbing his head.

"What do you want, Roman?"

Not wanting to be a part of this conversation, I walked a little faster.

walking out the back door and reaching the parking lot for the workers, I looked around.

In one of them stood a black motorcycle with red highlights and a helmet on the seat with the same colouring.

Aw... it was also colours that suited me.

Wasn't that nice?

Taking off my mask and running a hand through my hair, I put take off my muscle shirt.

Moving towards the lockers where everyone put their belongings. why was it in the parking lot? because the rest of the place was a bar.

Opening my locker, I take out the bag inside. Opening the zipper I shoved the shirt inside while taking out the long-sleeved sweater I had inside, it was getting chilly and while it did not affect me, I didn't want people looking at me weird.

Taking the leather jacket that was inside there too, I put it on.

And just like that, I was done changing into my casual wear.

Slinging the backpack over my shoulder, I walked toward the motorcycle and put on the helmet.

I had a driver's licence in my past life, I had a motorcycle too. I can fly using my fire semblance, but I doubt that's allowed and I don't want others to know that yet.

turning on the engine, I smirked at the satisfying sound and took the handles.

With a small twist, I was off.

Going out of the parking lot, I followed the main road... Was that yang?

Looking closer, I rose an eyebrow. Yup, that was bumblebee, what was Yang doing here?

We passed each other and I looked in the mirror. Why was she going to Juniors?

Turning around and ignoring the mark I left on the road, I slowed down when I neared the entrance of the club.

I supported myself with my elbows on the wheel and waited... And waited.

Ten minutes later, there was an explosion, the windows broke and Junior was blasted out of the club, knocked out. A second later Yang walked out.

Reaching up for my helmet, I took it off.

"What are you doing, Yang?"

"Roy?!"