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"Unfortunately," Jericho's voice through the earpiece threw Hunter off. "Where are you? I'm about two blocks east of the targeted area."

Checking a street sign below, he added, "Crossing Hallingway, atop the Maxpoint building."

Hunter stuck to the rooftops whenever possible, as his scarred and bloodied appearance often drew unwanted attention. If Jericho stood out in a crowd, Hunter could be easily identified from space. His stark white hair and black support systems built into his suit made street traversing both unreasonable and often a pain to push people out of the way. His identity was known, as a few photos had found their way into the internet, leaked there by some kids jo doubt. But to the public eye, he was just an oddity of Foundation science, kept alive and mobile with medical devices. He needed it to stay that way.

A second voice cut into the mic. "Maddox, Thorn? We have a problem, a squad leader just activated his mic, here I'll patch you in..."

Ozpin's voice faded, replaced by frantic typing and then silence. Heavy, slow breathing came in.

"-Jessica, Anthony, Patricia. Need I go on?"

The heavy breathing returned for a moment, "I even know your name, Captain Sampson, it matters little."

"Why am I still alive?" The voice came in ragged breaths.

"No reason-"

"Ozpin, where is this?" Hunter cut him off, scanning the rooftops and streets as if an answer would just appear. Luckily, it did.

"Not sure, signal is too weak, we're lucky we can hear them as it is."

The sound of flesh and bone against metal echoed from the square below him. "Jericho, did you see what I just saw? I think we may have something."

Not waiting for a response, Hunter turned from the street searching for a way to the building. From his height, he could barely see something moving away from the edge of the rooftop. He'd need to improvise. Pulling the bone and blood From the severed head in the street, Hunter forged a makeshift pole from bone. He ran to the other end of the rooftop, as a loud series of sonic blasts caused the earpiece to malfunction, producing a high pitched screech.

"Jericho? Ozpin? Come in. Can anyone hear me?"Digging the earpiece out, he flung it to the ground, silently cursing technology.

Turning back to the other rooftop, he ran towards the edge, driving the pole into the ground and leaping towards the other end of the street, as he sailed over the heads of daily pedestrians and onlookers.

He came in much too low. Shattering a window, he cursed himself for his failure. Looking about the room, he saw several men and women in suits and ties around an oval table. All eyes on him.

"Where's the staircase?"

Timidly a man at the end of the room pointed to a door on the left.

"Proceed with your meeting." Hunter walked through the room to the stairs, throwing the door open.