Relic of the Future: Chapter 24

Ironwood held a hand out to each of them. "Winter, Jaune, so good to see you again, and in such fine health."

"You too, sir," Winter said, happily shaking his hand. "I heard the news, I'm so relieved!"

"Thank you, thank you. No words of greeting, Jaune?"

"N-None at present, sir," Jaune hissed. He'd shaken Ironwood's hand without really checking which it was. Ironwood chose the robotic one of course and was currently applying pressure enough to shatter every bone in Jaune's hand. His aura trickled away. "B-But I'm glad it all worked out for you."

"Yes, it certainly did. Of course, some of the pressure was taken away because a certain someone disobeyed orders and took blame onto themselves."

Sweat beaded on Jaune's brow. "Yeah…?"

"Indeed. Why, if I found the one responsible I might be forced to have words with them, especially if they failed to get in contact and explain themselves as soon as humanly possible. But, of course, I'm sure no one here would ever do that."

Ironwood let go of his hand. Jaune cradled it with his other. "Yeah. No one. Heh…"

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 23