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Blake Belladonna stepped out of her car, adjusted her suit, put on her best winning smile, and walked confidently towards one of the fanciest hotels in all of Atlas.
Tonight the Glass Unicorn would be hosting a gala, and she simply couldn’t afford to miss it.
As she walked through the crowd of the rich and powerful, her eyes zeroed in on a long braid of white hair.
A Schnee.
A woman at about her age, which meant this was probably the recently disavowed heiress. A woman who - if rumors were to be believed - shared in Blake’s own…proclivities.
This made her job a lot easier.
She didn’t approach Miss Schnee.
No, that would make things too obvious.
She wanted the former heiress to come to her instead. First lay the bait, walk around, see the sights, place herself in front of the heiress and pretend to be unaware of her.
Wait for her to look her way and… there we go.
Look back casually, pretend to only just notice her, and smile.
Without missing a beat, Miss Schnee came over to greet her.
“Miss Belladonna, I presume,” Weiss spoke with a polite and controlled tone.
“Did the cat ears give me away?” Blake asked, her speech far more casual.
“That and the overconfidence,” she replied, “I must say, I wasn’t expecting to see you around here.”
“I could say the same to you,” Blake countered, offering her her arm, “I’m starting to wonder if Ironwood has a thing for collecting former heirs.”
Weiss rolled her eyes and held on to Blake’s arm as they began to walk together, “it might come as a surprise to you, but my sister and I actually believe in Ironwood’s cause.”
Blake smiled, “and that’s why I’m here. Nothing like a good cause to unite unlikely allies.”
That earned her a strange look from the woman, but all she replied with was, “indeed.”
Once inside the simply luxurious hall of the Glass Unicorn, Weiss had to go her own way, much to Blake’s disappointment.
What a shame.
And she seemed like such an idealist too, Blake would simply hate to ruin that for her. Later, maybe.
But oh well, she did come here for a reason.
No longer under the watchful gaze of Miss Schnee, Blake calmly made her way through the crowd. Her pace unconcerned, her expression confident. To anyone watching, wherever she was going, that’s probably where she was meant to be.
A few turns here and there, a couple of stairs, and the sounds of the galla were lost in the distance.
She made her way to the elevator and hit the button for the top floor.
The penthouse door was locked, but thankfully Blake still had the key she stole from Weiss’s purse.
Hiring a Schnee to run security was certainly an interesting move from Ironwood, and said wonders about how much spite the Schnees had for their father. But it was a decision Blake was more than happy to exploit.
Once inside, Blake took a moment to appreciate the view.
You could see all of Atlas from up here, all the lights spreading through the horizon all the way to Mantle. She wondered how many times James stood there basking in what he believed was his kingdom.
Pretty as the view was, she did still have a job to do. It didn’t take long for her to find Ironwood’s work computer; once she sat down she took out a flash drive from her coat pocket, and got to work.
She did wonder how Weiss would react to the information she was collecting here. The scandal Blake was about to start.
Would she deny everything and remain loyal to Ironwood’s “ideals” or was her moral compass stronger than her loyalties?
Maybe she could nudge her in the right direction.
With her work done, she took out the flash drive, got up from the chair and… was cut short by the sound of the bathroom door opening.
She expected to find Ironwood staring her down, but instead she was greeted by the sight of a tall blond woman in a nice black suit.
There was a short moment of surprise where they were both frozen, not able to do anything but stare at each other.
Then the woman cracked her knuckles and Blake knew she was in for a difficult time.
The woman closed in on her and took a boxer stance, her punches quick and precise. Blake herself was no stranger to hand to hand combat, but it was clear this woman vastly outmatched her in that department.
Well, if direct combat would do her no good, then it was time for her to buy herself some time and look for an escape plan.
“You know,” she commented, as calmly as she could as she dodged the woman’s blows, “you’re way too handsome to be working for a wannabe dictator.”
“And you’re too pretty to be breaking and entering,” the woman replied with a smirk.
“I don’t know, I think it adds to my charm,” Blake argued. She would have shrugged, but that would be inviting a fist to her face at this point. “The name is Blake, by the way.”
That seemed to surprise the woman, making her pause her offensive for just a second, “uh, I’m Yang, pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” Blake assured her.
And that’s when the penthouse door opened once again.
“Yang, what’s going–,” she stopped, her eyes zeroing in on Blake, “you!”
Blake shoved Yang away and dashed for cover as soon as she saw Weiss’s hand reach for her gun.
Yang landed on the floor with a loud thud and a groan. Still she managed to ask, “you know her?”
A glass flew towards Weiss’s face, but she handedly dodged it and shot towards the direction it came from.
Safely behind a couch Blake commented, “know me? She walked me into the party herself.”
“You escorted her in!?” Yang yelled, pushing herself up and adjusting her suit again.
“Ugh, can we save the scolding for after we’ve dealt with her?” Weiss yelled back, taking another shot at where she presumed Blake to be.
“Fine,” Yang agreed, pulling out her own gun and moving to flank her.
She moved behind the couch and aimed her gun towards where Blake once was, but she was long gone.
Before she could turn to look for her, Blake was already on her, grabbing her by the front of her suit.
“You seem like really nice people,” she commented, positioning Yang so Weiss couldn’t shoot her without shooting her partner too, “it’s a shame who you work for.”
With that she planted a kiss under Yang’s jaw, and shoved her hard into Weiss, knocking her off balance.
By the time those two got up, she was already in the elevator.
“Try not to prove me wrong,” was all she said before the elevator doors closed.
Weiss, truly infuriated by this turn of events, simply shoved her partner off of her, and yelled back, “what’s that supposed to mean!?”
Yang grunted as she was tossed to the floor for the second time that night.
Not in the possession of an answer, and just as annoyed with how her night went, she just dragged herself up and began fixing her suit once more.
That’s when she felt something as she patted her suit coat. She opened and looked inside, just to find a flash drive safely placed in her inner pocket.
“What the…?” She looked at it in confusion, “why would she go through all this trouble, just to give us the flash drive back?”
Weiss shrugged, “who knows? Maybe she just likes the thrill of getting shot at.”
As dismissive as she acted, it was clear that the same thought had crossed both of their minds.
“You seem like really nice people. Try not to prove me wrong.”
“James Ironwood is currently under investigation after incriminating documents have been found tying him to wanted criminal and known terrorist, Arthur Watts,” the news anchor read off from his prompter, “the documents also include accusations of abuse of power, divertion of resources, and attempts to–”
Blake turned off the TV in her apartment, and took a nice long sip of tea.
It felt good being right.