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Jericho had his head cocked with a stare that asked, 'Where is this going?' To his ears, it almost sounded like Ozpin should be handing them a pink slip and lightly telling them they've been let go. A relocation seemed strange, and as soon as the On-Site staff was mentioned, Jericho's eyebrow shot up in intrigue.

"Fifth Ward?"

"They're kicking us out behind the walls? Now? Of all times to take the complaints into consideration, it's when we're drawing lines for a war?"

From what Jericho knew, Fifth Ward was the industrial part of the city. Nothing there but cold machinery, pollution, and the casual bio-lab. Of course, all that seemed important, (To Horizon, not to Jericho,) but there was another key detail here: It was out of the way. Not exactly the frontlines that he had become used to. There had to have been more to this...and if not, then these researchers are real a-holes.

Of course, there was a silver-lining to this relocation; they're lengthening the leash, if not letting them off it completly. According to Ozpin, no one is going anywhere, and it's much harder to get repremanded when no one can talk about what you're doing. Too bad The Horizon Foundation loves secrets.

Letting the little conspiracy theories drop for now, Jericho shrugged before he rose to his feet.

"...I don't know what the freakin' angle is here, but I hope those bastards know what they're doing."

"Making me pack my shit."

"...Bastards."