Carnavon Bay Harbour, Vale
Two weeks before the Battle of Beacon
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The cargo ship pulled into the bay as scheduled, lights off, lest it draw any attention to itself. Men on board signalled their comrades on shore, coordinating the swift but stealthy operation. They all wore identical white uniforms, with black hoods and masks with narrow eye slits. White Fang members, the whole lot.
Once the ship was secured, they began unloading the cargo. Cages upon cages of captured Grimm were hauled down a ramp into a row of waiting trucks, where they would be taken away and stored safely until the main event in two weeks time.
The faunus grumbled and gossipped among themselves as they worked, they knew they were working for a human, and worse, one with the nerve to order them around like this! But their leader had given his approval, so the men, though clearly unsatisfied, worked on.
The young White Fang soldier in a white coat sat atop a shipping container, busily swiping at his scroll. Occasionally, a comical, high pitched squeal followed by a crash of breaking materials, and the grunt of crushed pigs would ring from the device, and the boy either smiled in satisfaction, of cursed, depending on the result, before swiping and shooting another Angry Bird.
He completed the level, and checked his score. Two stars. TWO. STARS! Instinctively, he tapped the replay button, unwilling to quit until he had three.
While the level loaded, he glanced up at his comrades working below. So far so good, work was smooth, and no suspicious activity around. His job was pointless anyway, the cops had been bribed sufficiently, and this late at night, no Hunters would be around. "Noone's coming, paranoid jerks." he badmouthed his bosses, while consoling himself.
The familiar screech of birds called to Lyko , and the young guard returned to his game, completely oblivious to any dangers.