To Clark, the flapping wings approaching the dorm tonight were as distinctive as Qrow's voice. A few seconds before the huntsman arrived, he made sure to open the window to the main room for an easy entrance. Nobody outside could be allowed to see a bird transform into a man, something that was apparently too crazy even in a world with Grimm and Semblances.

As a bird, Qrow swooped in and curved upwards almost immediately. Then, in a quick, smooth transition, he returned to his human form and landed on his feet.

Yang was the first to speak. "Hey, just gonna point this out, I'm still not used to that."

Judging by the looks on the five other students, they felt the same way.

"Well you're going to see plenty of it from now on," Qrow said. "You all have fun during your tour of Mistral?"

"Yep!" Ruby jumped up. "I got new attachments for Crescent Rose."

Qrow smiled and sat down on the couch, joining the circle of furniture they'd made to sit and talk. "Well at least you guys accomplished something. My questions about anyone with strong elemental Semblances or Cinder didn't dig up anything."

"Really?" Clark asked. He stood by the wall and drew the curtains.

"Yep, but I'm not surprised about the Spring Maiden. She's been missing for over ten years. What I am surprised by is Cinder. It hasn't even been a year since she got into Haven, but there's nothing on her or her team. Lionheart must have helped them a lot."

"Then should we investigate the headmaster?" Pyrrha asked.

"No," Qrow decided. "Sorry, but none of you have experience with this kind of thing. I don't want you tipping him off. This list is more your speed, it has places and people in the city who inexperienced students would probably think to go ask. Kinda like Junior back in Vale."

Surprisingly, the students didn't seem to need an explanation for who that was. Qrow gave a copy of the list each to Ruby and Jaune.

"Be careful at these places," Qrow specifically aimed a warning look at Yang. "The people here aren't as afraid of the police as they are back home."

"Wow, thanks for all the trust." Her voice brimming with sarcasm in response.

"I'm serious."

"And I've learned from past mistakes, alright? I'm not gonna trash a place looking for answers again."

Clark blinked. Again?

"Good," Qrow nodded. "Now remember, all of you, your goal is going to be looking for clues about Cinder. Or at least pretending to be so we can fool Lionheart. Meanwhile, Clark and I go after the Spring Maiden."

"Why can't we help with that?" Jaune asked. "I get that we can't let Lionheart know that you told us about the Spring Maiden, but we can pretend that we're just looking for people elemental semblances or can use Dust really well."

Qrow shook his head. "I'd rather not risk it, and there's another reason why I want it to just be me and Clark. If we manage to track the Spring Maiden down, we're the only ones who'll deal with her if things get violent."

"Wow, why don't you just keep crowing about your skills. We love that." Yang crossed her arms.

Ruby grimaced and shook her head. "Yang, not now."

"Yes now. In fact, yes forever. Uncle Qrow can literally turn into a bird, it's gonna be a while until I stop milking that."

"Okay, enough." Qrow slapped a hand down on the table. "Forget about the shitty puns for a second. Maidens are too much for you to handle. Actually, they're too much for me to handle. At least if I were alone, and even with Clark, the best I'll be is a distraction while he speeds in and knocks her out. It's still dangerous enough that you should probably wear your armor just in case." He said that last bit to Clark. Meanwhile, Yang grumbled about good puns and wanting to lighten the mood a bit.

"I will," Clark said. "But what are the chances that she'll fight us? She should understand if we explain that we want to protect her from Salem."

"Yeah, you'd think that, but she didn't leave on the best note with Oz ten years ago. I don't want to take the chance."

"I suppose that the danger of the Spring Maiden also applies if we encounter Cinder?" Pyrrha asked.

Qrow nodded. "Definitely. If one of you runs into her, get as far away as you can. Call for Clark, or any backup at all if you can't."

They all agreed. Ruby and Pyrrha especially, since they'd witnessed Cinder's fight against Ozpin.

"Qrow, something happened while you were gone," Clark announced. "Lionheart contacted someone named Watts, one of Salem's people. I think we fooled them."

"That's good. What did they talk about?"

"Two main things. First, they want to focus on getting rid of me first before they go after the Spring Maiden and the Relic here."

Qrow sighed. "Well, at least that means we'll have plenty of time to find her as long as you stick around,. The second thing?"

"They told Lionheart to keep an eye on Ruby."

A hush fell over the group. Salem wanting to get Clark out of the way was expected, but Ruby? Even if her silver eyes had some sort of special power, their focus on her was concerning. Especially when the only order regarding her gave them no clue on what they planned on doing to her.

But, while it might sound arrogant, it was true. As long as Clark stopped them, it didn't matter what their plans were.

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As it turned out, Haven's sparring facilities were very similar to the ones at Beacon. Raised concrete arenas of the same standard sizes filled the room with the same systems for aura measurement and readout. Seats were available at the sides of every platform so students could sit, rest, and watch closely at any match. In truth, if it weren't for the red and orange walls instead of gray, Pyrrha could easily imagine herself back at Beacon.

There was even the familiar gallery of friends watching on the sidelines. The rest of Pyrrha's team and members of team RWBY, whose missing half was less evident here. Since even back at Beacon it hadn't been often that all four of them would come to JNPR's sparring sessions.

However, what was a change of pace from the familiar was Pyrrha's current opponent.

Clark, clad in his gauntlets for this match. No armor.

Pyrrha leapt back from a kick aimed at her side and held up her sword defensively. She and Clark circled around each other, and she glanced up to check her remaining aura. The bar still displayed a healthy green, about seventy percent.

And of course, since Clark didn't have aura, hers was the only aura reading present. The idea had been strange at first; without aura, a standard fight could become lethal, and sparring against someone who lacked it went against years of education and training. However, it hadn't taken long for her to become accustomed to the fact that she wouldn't be able to hurt him regardless.

Clark rushed forward almost immediately, not giving her time to transform her weapon to capitalize on her reach advantage. Good, he was a quick learner.

His armored fist rushed out and glanced off her shield. By putting just enough resistance against the blow, Pyrrha used its force to spin and thrust her sword forward. Clark ducked, but too late, it glanced off his cheek with a ting.

They exchanged a few more blows, all either blocked or dodged. Then, both jumped back.

"That was good," Pyrrha said. "However, you need to be more careful against those kinds of moves. I doubt many people could pull off the same thing, but if you look carefully, you can predict moves like that. I had my shield off-center and my feet in position." She demonstrated the stance for him.

Clark looked attentively, and after a moment nodded. "Got it."

"Go Pyrrha!" Yang cheered off to the side. A towel draped around her shoulders, wet with the sweat she'd wiped off from her own match with Clark. "Make him break a sweat Invincible Girl!"

"Do it for Renny too!" Nora shouted. The silent boy had also sparred against Clark, as he was the only other one there who specialized in hand-to-hand.

Pyrrha chuckled. Amused for the most part, but she empathized with their eagerness to make Clark exert himself. He looked as unruffled as he had before he'd started his training session hours ago, while Pyrrha herself had become a bit flushed during their match.

Clark was certainly a unique opponent. In terms of sheer physical prowess, no one Pyrrha had known came even close. With his speed and strength he'd dispatched Cinder. It was clear that this spar wouldn't have even lasted an instant if he hadn't held back.

However, the disparity between that fact and his lacking skills made the fight a strange experience. In truth, Clark's combat technique was on the level of Jaune's. Impressive in light of only a year of proper training, but ultimately not very noteworthy.

Pyrrha put some distance between her and Clark, her sword transforming. Once she stopped, she set up her rifle by her shield and shot off two rounds at him. He deflected both with his gauntlets, the slugs slamming down into the concrete floor.

She fired a third time, but even though he'd gotten closer, it wasn't any more effective than the others. Clark could easily take the damage anyway, but this spar also helped him to learn how to fight more like a conventional huntsman. No one would let bullets eliminate significant chunks of aura if they could help it.

The recoil from the shot pushed her weapon back as it went through another transformation. It spun in the air and became a sword again, which she deftly caught and swung at him. The move surprised him at first, but he jumped back and dodged the blow. He regained composure quickly, eyes focused and fists up, she couldn't capitalize on the moment.

Pyrrha had noted that Clark wasn't used to her technique of letting recoil redirect her weapon. It was simple for her to grab and attack with a weapon spinning in the air. Those kinds of moves had allowed her to get in a few early hits, although now he'd seemed to have wised up to them.

She flipped back, and to her surprise, he followed her the moment her feet left the ground. When she landed, he was right beside her, and she barely had a moment to bring her shield up to block his punch. The hit knocked her off balance, he'd rushed in too quickly for her to plant her feet down properly, but she managed to regain a steady stance.

"Woohoo! That was great Clark!" Ruby cheered from the side.

"Yeah, that was awesome!" Jaune shouted. "You too Pyrrha! Show him that you're the best teacher ever!"

Pyrrha grinned. Well, at least her partner was less easily turned against her. Ruby becoming a turncoat was truly a tragedy.

She let out a brief laugh at the thought, but brought her attention back to the fight. As amusing as her friends were, Pyrrha was also interested in Clark's attack. "You chased me down and disrupted my landing after that flip very well. Was that instinct?"

He shook his head. "I'm sort of used to sparring with someone who used a lot of flips. Eventually I caught on to it."

"I see." Pyrrha said. "That would catch quite a few people off-guard, especially if you use a ranged option while they're midair. Although if you don't use it successfully the first time, they'll be wary of it."

Which is why Pyrrha mostly refrained from using more flips for the remainder of the session. She tried a couple more, both to give Clark some advice on how to better upset an opponent in the middle of one and test her own technique against him. He actually made it difficult to use them. She could still manage one if he was far enough away obviously, but he reacted well since he could already read the signs of her about to flip. Besides, if she was that far away, flips would be more harmful than helpful.

It was little trouble to change that aspect of her fighting style. As she continued the battle, she found more specifics to Clark's style that she didn't usually encounter.

She landed few hits on him, but for most of those his body gave way quickly and nearly made her overextend herself. The first time she'd bashed him with her shield, the confusion at pushing him so easily had surprised her and resulted in a punch connecting to her side.

Then there had been the other extreme. She wanted to give him a tip on defense and asked him to block a sword slash. The outcome of that had been more expected at least, with his immense strength. She hadn't been able to budge his arm by an inch.

As the lesson continued, Clark proved an attentive student. He didn't have any special talent for fighting, but he asked a great deal of questions, fixated on learning more. Pyrrha had already noticed his extraordinary muscle control, admittedly a good deal greater than her own. He could take any position she suggested with ease, he just hadn't learned which positions were best for which situations.

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Of course, while she could stand to the side and just give him advice, she also made it a priority to keep sparring with him. Nora had told her that Clark was a big reason why Jaune had asked her to come to Mistral with them. A trip she'd greatly enjoyed. It was more than reason enough for her to help him to the best of her ability.

Although it did bother her that she was the only one covered in sweat when they'd finished, the lesson lasting two hours. Everyone but Jaune and Ruby had lost interest and left by then.

"I think that's enough for today," Pyrrha decided when her exhaustion had accumulated too far. "I doubt that I'd be of much use to you now."

"Alright then, thanks," Clark said. "I learned a lot today, would you mind if I asked for more lessons?"

"Not at all. Although they may not all be as long as this one."

"That's fine. It'd be unfair of me to ask for so much of your time."

"Hey guys," Jaune walked up and handed Pyrrha a bottle of water. "You must be beat, so we got these for you."

"Thank you," Pyrrha said and gulped down the cold drink. The relief it provided almost made it taste sweet, and she drank a third of the entire bottle in one go.

"Thanks." Clark said the same to Ruby's offered bottle. He only took a small sip from it. Was he really not even thirsty? He'd spent the past few hours training and sparred against three people in succession.

"Clark, are your gauntlets okay?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah, just some marks, but they're not even dented," Clark held up a hand to show his palm. There was some scorched Dust on the metal, but otherwise they were fine.

Ruby leaned forward and her eyes widened. "Wow. I knew that this was some high-quality stuff, but not even any scratches? Without aura?" She reached forward and ran her fingers along the material.

"Yeah, I guess I should really be grateful to Ironwood for giving it to me." He pulled it back, and with a flick of his wrist, the metal folded back up into the forearm attachments.

"Definitely." Ruby nodded. Then, she suddenly jumped forward with gleaming eyes. "Ooh! Do you mind if I bring them to the city to get them modified? Pyrrha brought up long range options, and I thought of one that would work great for you. It won't use Dust, since that's kinda hard to get right now, but it'll be cool! I promise."

"What is it?"

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When Ruby had mentioned an idea for Clark's gauntlets, he hadn't exactly raring to hear it. He'd listened with polite curiosity and prepared to gently shoot it down. She and the others might be fine with their constantly shifting weapons, but those weren't for him. He didn't trust that nothing would go wrong with such complicated machinery. Ruby suggesting something like Yang's weapons, or some other way to turn the gauntlets into guns, was what he'd expected.

Instead she'd proposed something simple and easy to use. Ruby had been right about the idea fitting him as well. His main long-range options were heat vision and super-breath, and he couldn't exactly go around claiming that they were both somehow a single Semblance. The new modifications made complete sense with his 'Semblance' of enhanced speed and strength.

It didn't feel fair to leave the details with Ruby, but she'd insisted on it and seemed plenty happy to go in the city to find a mechanic. Besides, even if Clark had pressed, he couldn't offer much help. She was the one with all the relevant knowledge for judging the quality and cost of the work at various shops in the city. His main role was providing the money. Which, according to Ruby, shouldn't be too much for such simple changes.

If someone started working on them within the next few hours, they could probably finish them by the next day. Which had been confirmed when Clark had heard his scroll buzz earlier with a text from the excited young girl, saying she'd found someone and taken care of the details.

He kept an ear out for his scroll, not only for Ruby's messages, but anybody else who needed to contact him. At the moment, only he would have been capable of hearing such a faint sound, since he was actually over twenty miles away from it. The device was tucked away in a safe place and just barely within range of a signal, while he stood in a secluded valley.

He had monthly tests of his abilities, and that usually required a good deal of privacy. This time, he was here for more than that. Combat training had gone well, but the phantom had an enormous speed advantage over Clark.

Attempts at flying again hadn't worked, so he had to try the only other option.

Clark picked up one of the 'spears' by his side. Long smooth cylinders, pointed at one end, that he'd carved out of the rocky mountainside with his hands. He'd discovered that they were the best shape for this, when he really tried, any other object burned up when he put any serious amount of strength into throwing them.

These did too, but not as quickly, and they maintained their initial speed the longest.

He'd asked Pyrrha for the best way to throw them, and now tested it. First thing to do was to balance the cylinder on his palm and find its center of gravity. For this one, it was a bit offset from the center lengthwise. After he'd done that, he wrapped his fingers over the top while his thumb pressed against the bottom. He kept it up to his ear, parallel to the ground, and looked off into the distance.

Clark had chosen a flat empty area, with hardly any vegetation present to get in the way or catch fire. There was nothing in particular that he aimed at, just looking off at a point in the distance. Not too high of course, but not exactly straight along the ground. With his power behind the spear, the curvature of the land had to be considered with each throw. He planned to catch each one of course, but needed to give himself some leeway in case he failed.

He stepped forward with his left foot, spear in his right hand, and hurled it in the distance.

There wasn't a moment to spare as he chased it down. He was fast, but in this case his strength outstripped his speed. At the moment he had no chance of catching up to it, even sprinting as hard as he could.

His feet pounded on the ground, and his hearing caught the sound only by it travelling up through his own body rather than through the air like he normally did. With the super-speed perception he needed to even navigate, each sound seemed to go on for an eternity.

Clark kept his eyes on the stone cylinder barreling through the air in front of him. It had already started to glow, and he could see flecks of white-hot rock fly off. These lost their speed in an instant, and he could race by them without any trouble. It was losing more material, enough for a trail to start forming.

It was slowing down noticeably now, but Clark still forced himself to catch up as quickly as he could. Step by step, his approach seemed to drag on for ages, especially with how his perception stretched out time by what would usually be an unbearable amount.

Finally, he ran side-by-side with the cylinder, its forward end chipped and red hot. Clark reached out and gripped the rock, coming to a halt in only a few steps. Smoke came off it in puffs, the glow in certain regions already fading from visible to infrared as it cooled.

He turned around, and the sight of what the spear had done by only passing through the area struck him first. About two miles away, where he'd launched it into the distance, the rocky terrain was cracked and patches of ground were scorched black. Clark could even see how the spear had burnt up tufts of grass, which traced out a path straight towards him.

He heard how the spear had blazed a trail through the air, the sound coming to him only now. His throw reached him as well, like the crack of a cannon.

He tossed the spear aside, it probably wouldn't handle the next throw well, and the lost mass would result in losing speed earlier in its flight. In a fraction of a second, he flashed back to the pile of spears he'd made, over a dozen already prepared.

With how his strength grew, this wasn't a consistent test of his speed. He could do that by using a stopwatch and timing how long it took to cross some large distance. However, this was much more effective at pushing his raw speed forward. There were very few things he couldn't outrace, this was one of them. It was a physical task he couldn't accomplish.

He beamed, his heart pumping faster with excitement rather than any exertion. He'd started this kind of training back in Vale, and he could tell that he'd already improved. How much more was there to go? What would it be like to finally catch up to the spear when it had hardly slowed down at all? To actually earn his top speed rather than have it handed to him as his powers developed?

Luckily, with his stamina, he could work on it as long as he wanted.

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After a trip to the city in the morning, Clark had learned that the mechanic Ruby had found was an older purple-haired woman with a prosthetic left arm. One that was actually modified with certain tools that helped in her work, and after speaking with her for a bit, he'd learned that the adjustments would be finished by tonight.

He'd already explored the city on the first day he'd arrived, but Clark still took the time to look around and appreciate the scenery. The morning sun had just peaked over the cliffs, the bit of light helping show off the colorful stalls under the cloud gray sky.

Back in Vale, he'd already known that Mistral roughly corresponded to Asian cultures back home but being here really cemented it. This Kingdom reminded him of his short trip in China, although it was thankfully less crowded here.

It took the barest whiff of the air to catch the scents of foreign foods and spices. His powers seemed to take care of any hunger he would have normally felt, but he wouldn't have minded a taste of one of them.

Instead, he walked back to Haven through new streets. Looking around, still very much a tourist.

Then, he stopped. After a quick, practiced check for any onlookers, he flashed around the corner to what had caught his attention.

"Please! Please!" A haggard man in dirty clothing struggled against another person in the alley. The second man wasn't big, but compared to the first, he might as well have been made of pure muscle. He didn't look much older than Clark, and held back the first who fought and begged. "Just let me have little first! I'll have the money soon, I promise!"

"Hey!" Clark showed himself to the two. He could have used super-speed to intervene, but he didn't know what the situation was. Although he could make a good guess.

The bigger man eyed him briefly and swore, but the other one either didn't notice or care. He continued to reach wildly for the man's green backpack.

"You lying bastard, get off!" The bigger one yelled and shoved his frenzied attacker into the wall, and then pulled out a gun from a holster on his side. "You, get out of here! This doesn't have anything to do with you."

Clark leapt forward and smacked the gun out of his hand. The man's eyes widened in shock, but this level of speed shouldn't be noteworthy for a huntsman. Clark had seen Pyrrha move faster.

"Agh!" He cradled his hand to his chest. "Who the fuck-

"Leave, now."

The man swore again, but didn't argue as he ran away. With a glance, Clark could see inside his closed backpack and the packets of white powder. Drugs.

Clark knelt down to the addict, still groaning in pain. It had been obvious at a glance that he was too thin to be healthy, and the state of his clothing and unwashed hair showed just how much he'd neglected himself. The sweat and the stench of his breath hit Clark's sensitive nose, and super-hearing also picked out a heartrate and breathing altered by substance abuse.

"Sir, sir, are you alright?" He shook the man slightly.

"Nnngh." With effort, the man pushed himself up and Clark was quick to help get him on his feet. "W-who-wait!" He screamed out even though Clark hadn't gone anywhere. The confusion in his eyes had been quickly replaced by a wild look, and his hand shot out to grab him. "Spare me a bit of cash? O-only a few lien! Please!"

Clark gripped the man's grasping arms and held them back effortlessly. "Do you live nearby here? Tell me, I can bring you there safely."

"I don't give a shit about that!" Spittle flew from his mouth. "Just give me a few lien!"

"I'm not going to do that. Calm down, I'm trying to help you."

The addict continued resisting and cursing him out, but not for long. His arms went slack, and he slumped against the wall and shivered. He mumbled a few words, nonsense mostly, and didn't respond to any more of Clark's.

After eyeing the pitiful figure, Clark stood up and whirled his head around, extending his senses. The dealer had gone only a few blocks away, talking to someone on his scroll.

"Yeah, I have what you want. make sure to be here in twenty minutes. It's been a shit day so far, so don't test me."

Clark clenched his fists as he heard the rapid, desperate response on the other end. Was the man really going to do the same thing to someone else? Take advantage of them and turn them into husks of themselves?

The Dart probably would have knocked the dealer unconscious and dropped him off at a police station.

Clark found a nearby policeman. It was faster than a scroll call for him, even if the man was blocks away.

"Excuse me, officer?"

The uniform was different from police back in Vale, but the man in blue-green had an unmistakable the badge and gun. He sat on a motorcycle parked in the street, likely the best vehicle for these narrow streets. "Yes? Is there something you need?"

"There's someone a few streets down selling drugs. A blond man wearing a green backpack, I think he went near the waterfall over there." As Clark spoke, he looked out with X-ray vision to make sure the dealer was still there.

"Really? Thank you, but you know . . . " The officer coughed and scratched his cheek. There was none of the urgency Clark had expected. Even if drug laws here were laxer than he was used to, why wasn't the officer more concerned? "It can be dangerous around these parts, it's good that you informed the authorities, but you should be careful with business like that. Leave it to us."

"I'm a huntsman, I can look after myself."

"Spoke too soon then. Thank you, I'll make sure to take care of him." The officer rode off.

After he'd left, Clark sped to the alley with the addict. He could have reported the unfortunate man too, probably should have.

Maybe it was illegal for Clark to keep it to himself, but he didn't plan to hide it for long. The man wasn't in any state to tell him anything, so Clark X-rayed him for any identification. No wallet or even a scroll, likely sold for any lien he could get, leaving him with nothing that gave Clark a hint of a name besides his affliction.

A victim then. Like the others Clark had helped since his arrival to Remnant. Someone who needed help rather than an impersonal authority locking him up. The man should at least have a chance to try and recover before he was judged. After Clark found his loved ones, any friends or family, he'd take some time to fully understand the situation before contacting the authorities. Hopefully, rehabilitation would be the focus rather than any jail time he was given.

Clark picked the victim up. He couldn't tell by weight just how undernourished the man was, but the sight was clear. The victim didn't resist, and now barely even spoke. He muttered a word maybe once or twice.

After taking a few steps, Clark spotted the gun still in the alley, the dealer apparently hadn't wanted to risk retrieving it. Clark could give the weapon to the police and inform them that the dealer had threatened him with it. Making sure not to contaminate fingerprints, Clark covered his hand with the sleeve of his jacket and put it in his pocket. The handle stuck out awkwardly, but his huntsman license should be explanation enough for anyone who wanted to make a fuss.

While leading the victim elsewhere, hoping to coax a hint of where he lived, super-hearing alerted Clark to the police officer tracking the man down. Clark also added his X-ray vision to check on the police officer's confrontation with the dealer. His only weapon had been the gun Clark smacked away, so this shouldn't be dangerous for the officer. Clark kept watch though, just in case.

"Hello there young man." The officer waved and grinned. Strangely casual, maybe to put the dealer off-guard?

The young man groaned. "Hey, do you need something?"

"You new around here?" He didn't wait for an answer and shrugged. "Whatever, you should know how things work. You got sloppy with that huntsman catching you though, I can't ignore that without something extra."

Clark's mouth dropped and he almost lost concentration on his X-ray vision. What? Was the man seriously accepting a bribe?

"Yeah, just my crap luck. Here." He reached into his wallet and handed a few hundred-lien bills to the officer.

"Thanks." He accepted them and shoved the money in his pocket. Bribe money, he'd just accepted a bribe. "You should probably move on for now."

"Come on man, that's gonna fuck up my dealing. How much more do I gotta pay?"

The officer spread his arms in a 'what-can-you-do-?' gesture. "Kid, no way are people gonna ignore you sticking around after I just found you. Just be glad you didn't get one of the others. You might get the whole arrest routine and have to spend a night before your boss arranges for you to get out. At least, if you're important enough."

The dealer frowned. "What makes you think I have a boss? Maybe I'm independent."

A snort, then the policeman grinned. "You need to learn to lie better. Come on, who is it? Luong? Zheng?" He waited smugly for a response and the dealer squirmed before answering.

"Kondas."

"So you do have a boss, that's what I thought. Now get out of here before I change my mind and arrest you anyway."

The entire interaction left Clark stunned, and it was then that he finally found a clue to where the victim had come from. A stall owner had yelled at him to take the man away, recognizing that he'd passed through earlier. The owner had been quick to point Clark to where the man had come from.

The victim leaned on Clark as they walked, while Clark's mind raced through what had just happened. A corrupt policeman? Qrow had said that crime in Mistral wasn't like it was in Vale, but that hadn't prepared Clark for this.

It had already been strange finding a drug dealer, Clark hadn't even been in a shady part of the city. Not like the streets he'd used to patrol in Vale.

What should he do? It wasn't as if he could just knock them unconscious and leave them at a station with a note accusing them. Clark didn't have any evidence besides being a witness. Should he try and report them in person? Would that even work? Obviously not all the police could be like this one corrupt officer, but the way he'd spoken had made it seem like a good number were. Which was also justified by the dealer now complaining about how expensive it was to get cops off his back. What was the state of the justice system here?

He didn't know, but Clark peered into the distance and committed the officer's name to memory.