Speed Faker

We had reached Beacon and I was prepared to part ways with the two girls. Ren had become a girl and the two girls hadn't blinked a eye. For the two girls they had no question no reaction to the change of Ren's gender. Which meant plan B was completely prepared and set up encase of my own failure.

"Well you two, this seems like where we separate."

"Thanks for cooking for us. Ren is a great cook, but it always fun to try new foods."

"Ha I can agree with that. Hope you two can become students."

The two girls waved and walked toward the academy. They likely had to put some kind of student application in. A memory surfaced of the application form. They would need to go to the academy off-site relay and then to the Giant Communication Tower thing.

For my own application goals I required a little more. I needed a teaching license, which I likely needed to fake. The teaching license were mostly gotten to take on huntsman apprentices or in teaching at an academy. I couldn't just go to the same channels since it could take years to gain a teaching license. I only had given myself a year, and I was already past 5 months.

I had two options right now, one was to stalk the two girls or hunt down a informant of some kind. Stalking seemed a little creepy even for me, I usually had someone do that for me. So finding a informant would be the better option.

I had to break this up into simple chunks that could be chewed up. If mistakes are made, like my trick with Ren and Nora. The fun comes from finding a solution! Walking the streets seemed pretty simple. I watched the various people walk around and Beacon was a big place. Picking out all the individuals with secrets would be difficult, however...

Grabbing the shoulder of a somewhat average looking guy I tossed out a hook. "So buddy, still not paying your debts?" The guy tried to run, but he failed to break. My guess was right the guy was a gambler, if he wasn't i could've just said I got the wrong guy.

"Look I'll pay it off really. I-I just need more time."

"HA! That's what they all say. However I'm not a debt collector friend. Tell me where, how and how much." He looked confused which made sense, so I had to elaborate. "Some people owe debts to those who owe debts. I'll buy your debt off of you if Where, How, and How much line up. Lead me, now. If you don't well, organs always sell my friend."

The guy jumped, "O-Okay f-follow me. I got my debt from junior. I need cash and he gave some to me you know."

The guy shuffled and he wanted to run, but with my arm around his neck I made it look like we were stumbling drunk. It was noonish? So even if law enforcement questioned it or we looked suspicious, an excuse could be used. The problem was he wasn't saying how much. So I tighten my grip on his neck.

"How much is it buddy? You don't seem to want to tell me."

"F-Five hundred thousand Lien." It was a lot, more then I had. Which meant adjustments.

My new friend brought me to a club. It was currently closed, but not like that mattered. A man in a black suit and red accessories stood watched. Pulling my knife, me and my friend trotted over. "Hey~ Ish the club open yet?"

"Tch, get out of here you drunk. Even if it was open you wouldn't be allowed in."

Stumbling forward I grabbed him by the shoulder weakly. He tried to push it away and shove me, but he was too late. I stabbed him in the throat and pulled along his neck. I grabbed my new friend and pointed. "Drag him in with us."

He was clearly shocked, so I slapped him. "Wake up dumb-ass. You want your debt gone, grabbed the dead man and follow me."

Pulling the door opened my new friend stumbled forward grabbing the thug. Swinging open the door to the club I slipped my knife into my sleeve. "HOWDY HO! FUCK WITS!"

Several men pulled guns on me and a well kept man stared at me. "Who the hell are you?" He looked at my friend and showed recognition. The guy was smart as he gestured for him men to shoot. I pulled my friend in the way and the bullets ripped into him. It was only about 4-5, but still enough to kill him.

Dropping my old new friend I smiled. "You are a smart guy, but really? Not even a warning?" He sighed, and shook his head.

He gave me mock sarcasm. "Wow you are the real deal aren't you." His guys lowered their guns and one brought a mop in. "What do you want?"

"I need a fake teaching license, though I gotta ask. Do you shoot all of your company?" I knew the answer. My old new friend was never gonna pay back the debt. He was a low cost favor piece, since he brought me to My newest friend. He could snitch, I was simply a bonus.

"Yeah I can do that, I'm Junior. You are?"

"Marsipan Beau, but you can call me Mars."

Junior looked around a bit and shrugged, "Look I assume you got your own business. However this is Beacon home of a huntsman academy. If you want this fake license I need to ask what your plans are. I can't be associated with a terrorist or anything like that. I can loan my men out for work, but helping someone enter a huntsman academy..."

That made sense, "If I told you I wanted to teach some hopeful youths good manners would you believe me?" I chuckled slightly, "Truth is I want to use the young aspiring huntsman as experiments. A whole lot easier to persuade if you understand."

Junior stepped down from his raised platform and gestured. "Let's talk over a drink and elaborate some more."

I had to admit Junior was exactly what I was looking for. I had lucked out, Junior was the type of criminal who had a code. He wanted elaboration likely because he didn't 'hurt kids', not to mention he both took out a loose end and tested me. He was well dressed, but look like he couldn't fight. I could tell he made himself look more harmless then he really was.

This was good, and fast. I could almost shed a tear.

-----So junior in the show is literally just used as fodder to make Yang look good. Which doesn't make sense you know? He's a organized crime boss who lends his guys out to Torchwick. So I thought let's just make it where he is smart and acts weak.------