White as Death

White as Death is the second fanfiction writtten for Henceforward: When the Storm Passes.

Resolving Revenge
"That's it! Just a little further... A little more... A little- Okay that's too far out-"

Splash.

"...Are you freaking kidding me?" The redhead down on the dock pinched the bridge of her nose and grumbled several curses, putting her free hand on her hip. Those trying to lift the crates above her in the right direction stared down with sweat beads on their foreheads. She looked up at them, a dark grin on her face, an AK-47 in her possession. Some immediately dove into the water, feebily attempting to push the mis-dropped crate back to the inclined platform that rose to the surface. Their boss sighed and watched them fumble about, hoisting her weapon over her shoulder.

"Honestly..." Another voice made itself present. The redhead smirked and angled her head down, pushing her shades up to her eyes. The newcomer was now standing next to her, hand on her hip, other twirling her long white ponytail. "Remind me why you need this many weapons and ammunition for your..." She couldn't find the words.

"Operation?"

"That's it."

"Some things are better left unanswered, Miss Schnee," she joked, cocking her gun back. She reached one hand up to her face and grabbed the rim of her shades, pulling them off in one fell swoop.

Weiss narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "I find that hard to believe, considering you run one of the most dangeorus crime organizations in Remnant."

"Dangerous, yes. Efficient, yes. Untrustworthy? No. Have a little more faith in me, ice queen."

Red crystals were starting to peek out from the President's pale skin. "Not when you almost breached our contract by contacting the Company. Seriously. What were you thinking when you did that?" Her tone was dark, albeit a little concerned, as she crossed her arms over her ascot. Then, the redhead did something she didn't expect. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a glass vial with a mechanical seal on it. There was a biohazard label printed on it, and inside, a shiny, luminescent liquid swirled around.

"Revenge," she stated simply. "That's what." Emerald eyes met blue, and instantly, there was a spark.

But not the good kind.

"Miss Rhys... You are, by far, the craziest black market dealer I've ever done business with."

Tara smirked. "If I'm not crazy, then I'm just too plain for your tastes."