#shovvteeth

                " Let's go out in FLAMES so everyone knows who we are                                                            'Cause these city walls never knew that we'd make it this far                                                     We've become echoes, but echoes are fading away                                                                                   So let's dance like two shadows, burning out a glory day

Departing from Mistral wasn’t an easy task for Sienna, neither emotionally nor physically.  Being her home for nearly her whole life and her base of operations for the White Fang, it was terribly bittersweet to have to retreat.  Even so, Atlas was one of the key places where her organization had never been able to establish a strong foothold, so it’d make for an ideal hiding place from which to rebuild.  She had her first target in mind, too: the Schnee Dust Company mines.  Bringing down the operation and ending the exploitative Faunus labor practices would be no easy task, but it’d be just the spark to light the fire of her White Fang once more.

Of course, the physical difficulty would come into play no matter what plans she had: security in and out of Atlas was even tighter than ever.  Fortunately she found just the opportunity by way of the seaside town of Argus.  For one of her skillset, sneaking into the cargo bay and stowing away in a crate was a relatively easy task.  Her circumstances made keeping an eye out on her trip difficult, but she’d just have to trust herself to know when the time to break out and get on the move would be, based on how her box was moved around and the noises of transport outside.

She was on a truck now- the perfect opportunity to stretch her legs, at least for a moment.  She’d undid the top of the crate with the same care with which she’d pried it off before, standing up straight and bracing herself for the ride.  It was a bit disorienting, but far more preferable to being scrunched up.  It would only last for a few minutes, though, before the brakes went off.  The former High Leader was quick to act, ducking back inside and re-covering herself with the lid, attached nearly as securely as when it had first been sealed.

Just wait until I get the Trombone out

“Well...” She did have an incredible point. With Tyrian on the loose and Ironwood declaring Marshall Law, there wasnt a whole hell of a lot of good things to look forward to. A brief thought was spared for whatever mental break that would make the James Qrow’d known do something like this before anger and a need for revenge went through him. Time for that later.