Author's Note: I know this is a bit early for a fan fic involving a new character from the series. So, let's see where this idea takes us. Shall we?

The room reeked of iron and piss, much to the stench of a semi maintained gas station restroom. It was the kind that have stupid black notes written by permanent marker on the stalls. Of which someone wrote as far as they could reach while sitting on the toilet. That was how this room felt like, but in this case, an interrogation room.

A chain rattled as a young man looked leaned forward. He used his index and middle fingers to rub his closed eye lids with pressure. Just enough pressure he wanted to push his eyes a bit back into their sockets. The act on itself will not harm him, but the relief in tension of his eyes was enough to relieve the boredom he experienced the last several hours… or minutes…

"Fuck." He rubbed the back of his head then sighed.

There wasn't a clock in the room so the waiting was way worse. For how much he hated the room, the people in charge still cared enough to fix it with a fresh light bulb. When he first entered the room, he half expected that light bulb to flicker at him. At least that would be entertaining.

The Caucasian man had a narrow nose, brown eyes with natural furrow eyebrows but kept enough just to maintain a nice shape to still appear natural. It's been two days since he last shaved and several whiskers sprouted out of his chin. Just from the appearance of his cheeks alone, this man was clearly in physical condition to operate as an above average athlete. As in, he had not a hint of fat on his face. His short clean cut hair was left to its own devices and shaped from the wind of the morning. The natural look was the way to go for him.

The door eventually opened up and the man leaned his back up at attention.

His right eye narrowed while he fought the urge to tilt his head in confusion.

A child and a well-dressed woman in a suit entered the room.

The boy had a blank stare and pulled a chair out to sit down. Whatever his age was, the boy looked to be no older enough to be out of middle school. His hair was a clean cut as well but combed to the side, and what got the man's attention the most was the fact the kid's hair was silver. His skin was also pale, but not to the point it appeared to be an issue. He was dressed in a black and grey suit with a red tie. He leaned up and got himself comfortable.

The woman stood beside him with several folders in hand. A couple of folders were thicker than the others and rested between her right hip and wrist. She had a narrow nose with lightly plucked eyebrows. Her hair was kept rather short and the color of it was light blonde. Observations of her in the suit and subtle differences in bulk, she appeared to be fit, very fit. Mostly likely a bodyguard of some sort. The most noticeable and most alluring feature was her tan skin.

'She's probably a corporate shill or lawyer.' The man pondered to himself while he attempted to appear unimpressed as possible.

The boy straightened his back and raised a fist to his lips.

"Ahem." The boy cleared his throat. "Hi."

"What's a boy doing here?" The man immediately replied.

The boy tilted his head. "Was my hello not nice enough? I thought I worked on that…" The boy looked away then shook his head. "Hello there sir."

"Yes, hello." Clearly annoyed, the man frowned at the boy.

"Um, my name is Whitley Schnee. It's a pleasure to meet you." The boy offered his hand… the man stared. By the time the boy extended his hand, he noticed that the man's hands were still chained.

"Apologies." Whitley pulled his hand back. "This lady is Maven Hollows-"

"I'm sorry but is this some sort of mistake?" The man leaned forward to look at the lawyer woman.

Her eyes remained narrow and just redirected the attention to the boy.

"Can you tell me your name?" Whitley asked.

"No."

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"I see." Whitley looked at Maven and she offered a folder to him.

"Hey, what is that?" The man frowned.

"Some files, so I can't use your name. I'll just use your codename for the operation you failed, Phantom." Whitley replied in a simple tone. Given the bad introductions, there wasn't any form of malice. "I'm here to ask you a simple question."

"That being?"

"Why did your Commanding Officer want to get rid of you?" Whitley asked. "Sure the Atlas High Command thought that you could have used early leave based on how they gave you faulty equipment. The stuff lead to your squad being wounded."

"I'm not going to tell some punk kid." Phantom glanced back at the woman, who stared back him blankly. "Like I'm going to be lectured by you. So how about you get the fuck out of here?"

"I can't say that I'm sorry." Whitley stated as he moved the file away. "I can say that I agree with you."

"I bet you're here because the military wants you to get me to admit to something, huh?" The man leaned back. "Can you please tell me why you're here?"

"You're parents died in the Southern Remnant land disputes, passed off to an orphanage in Vale and grew up until you could join the Atlas Military. You showed a lack of support nor the willingness to follow authority. Last month you were assigned armor that could have killed you since you were sent in to field test that special suit of armor. You made it out alive but exposed your CO in the process for selling information to world buyers and now you're under arrest for treason." Whitley said as he opened another folder but kept it angled so Phantom couldn't see the contents.

"You're a real nosy brat, aren't you?" Phantom frowned.

"I know, because that armor was part of Atlas Research and Development."

"What are you, some sort of super genius?"

"I wish," Whitley's shoulders dropped. "I'm just part of the family that happens to be the largest funder of Atlas weapons development. So even though they don't like us much, we can get access to the records."

"Go figure. What does this have to do with me?" Phantom got to the chase.

"I am here, to ask you to work with me." Whitley closed his folder and rested his hands on top of it.

"You're kidding." Phantom scoffed. "It's not like that I can just walk out of here."

"Did you know that the Refractive Armor that you were sent in with was Mistralan Design? Their R and D departments are trying to catch up with our Kingdom's tech. Your CO and his followers complied a test to see if the knockoff designs would be good enough to sell. He sent you to die, to see how well the tech can be." Whitley left a pause between them to let the notion sink in.

"Well, you know about me."

"Yes, I'm here to request that you come and work with me." Whitley got to the point.

SNICK… Phantom leaned his head down and laughed for several seconds. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "Why in the world would you think that I'd just be okay for working for some rich brat? I mean, I love money but I still have standards."

By the time Phantom said that, the woman beside Whitley finally flinched and beamed a stern glare at him.

"What do you need, a hitman or some idiot to take the fall for when the Schnee family fucks up?" Phantom played his imaginary hand.

Maven looked at Whitley and the two looked back at Phantom.

"I need someone who can keep an eye on my safety. Not people who just change themselves to be part of my world." Whitley leaned forward. "I don't expect you to completely listen to me, but I know you're someone of Remnant. I want people like that, to help me in what the family expects of me for now and what will come in the future."

Phantom frowned at Whitley. "What's your angle?"

"You're the one in trouble here. To sum it up… well, I do not want you to work for me but I want you to work with me, if that makes sense." Whitley's interlocked his fingers in a nervous gesture.

Phantom narrowed his eyes then glanced at Maven. "Is this kid speaking on your behalf?"

"No." Maven replied with a low growl. She nodded to Whitley. "I'm here because he is. Mr. Schnee is here on his own volition."

"Fine, if I'm going to work for you. I want a six figure salary, a new car that is completely covered by the your family's Company, and to be included part of the dinners-"

"Umm." Whitley kept a straight face. "No."

"Then no deal."

Maven bared her teeth as she refrained from shouting. "You gave evidence against a high ranking official who was on the verge of selling secrets but you were willing to make the issue completely known to the public. Granted your CO was a horrible human being, the justice system is still the justice system. The backlash could have called upon immediate disbandment upon potential research divisions. I don't know about you, but a war with the Kingdoms is not something I would take pride in!"

Maven took a deep breath. "No one will be waiting for you on the outside of a prison. We are here to offer a chance to pay off your bail and get your charges overlooked. Either you will work with Whitley, or you'll spend your next fifteen to twenty years of your freedom in a prison cell. Plus, you're going to Honor Rim Prison. That place hasn't had a person escape since it was built."

Maven crossed her arms. "So, make your choice."

"You're willing to bend the rules in your favor? Some justice system." Phantom retorted.

"Call it what you will, we have the opportunity to get you out." Maven shrugged.

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"It's just going to be body guard work?" The man wanted to clarify.

"Mostly, as well as taking care of several matters that will involve young Whitley." Maven calmed down her tone.

"Fine…" Phantom lowered his head. "I'm in."

Whitley smiled lightly as he got up from his chair at the table. "Welcome to the Schnee Family, Mr. Sinine May." Whitley offered his hand across the table.

Maven flinched as Sinine accepted the handshake.

From there… Sinine had to remain in the interrogation room for several more hours. Not until, the guards opened up the door and escorted him out of the main entrance. There with a car, Whitley and Maven stood there in wait with another man in a black suit.

"What's the catch for me no longer being in the military?" Sinine asked beside Maven as they followed Whitley to the car.

"You can never re-enlist otherwise you will be executed if you make the attempt." Maven stated flat out.

Sinine exhaled a long and drawn out sigh… "Alright."

The three of them entered the car and continued the long six hour drive back to the Schnee estate. The driver entered as well when everyone else did.

The Next Day

"Argh." Sinine grumbled in annoyance as he looked across an open field. Several posts were arranged perfectly for those who come outside to play sports.

From there, in a black suit, Sinine tugged against his collar that chaffed his neck. He could not resist the urge to readjust it every couple minutes or so.

"Hey, look alive. The school will be ending in several minutes." Maven stated on the private communication system.

He gave up and pressed his index finger on his ear piece. "I copy."

"What do we have to fear at a middle school? Some bully wanting to rip on Whitley because of his successful parents?" Sinine remarked with a slight smirk. He stood outside of the long line of cars and that were prepped to return the children home. "Not to mention, why a public school?"

"Young Schnee wanted to come to such a place, so he can… connect more with people." Maven admitted on the other end of the ear piece.

"Meaning?" Sinine looked around in complete boredom.

"Look, Whitley does his best and it's not like much of his family creates time for him…" Maven looked over her shoulder to see Whitley take some final notes for the day. Much like when it comes to families of influence, private security is allowed to be at the entrance of a classroom, just not inside.

"Like what?"

"There's a dispute going on in the Schnee family. It looks like Whitley might be in the center of it soon or later." Maven closed her eyes in irritation.

"Look here sister. I know that there is still some downsides to a public school. But aren't we a bit overkill since any charter school would gladly accept him. I heard that some of them could even pay to have him enter so other rich assholes will do so with their kids." Sinine called Maven out on her vague information.

"It's never that simple." Maven replied.

"Then try to make it simple." Sinine retorted.

"You're here to do a job. You got that? Be sure to have the car ready by the time we walk out." Maven rolled her eyes as she kept her hands lightly crossed as she stood at the doorway.

Sinine moved the small earpiece mic away from his mouth. He groaned and rubbed the back his head. If anything were to come up, it would make this first day pretty less mundane. Sure, he got a new suit, won't get bum busted by other criminals and help some kid. It's a triple win scenario but man, it quickly grew to be boring.

TING TING TING! A metal bell chimed in the distance. Sinine raised his head as he turned around to see that the sound didn't come from the building. A man down the block with a small push cart had a blank expression as he walked onward.

A street ice cream vender.

Sinine looked to his left and right. No one made their way to the street vender. No line means no waiting… Plus, he didn't eat much that morning. So what? He shrugged to himself. Every human being lived by taste as much as the other. So Sinine reached into his jacket pocket and pressed the door lock button.

CLICK!

Phantom checked to see if it was safe to cross the street.

…Meanwhile…

"Remember to keep this in mind everyone. You need to make sure to enter in the dates to the papers so you can help keep track of them in the long run. It'll come in handy when you start your projects next week." The teacher of the classroom nodded as he glanced at the clock.

DING DING DING!

Whitley raised his head as he started to pack up his belongings. Maven in the hall angled herself to have clear visibility in the room while the other students scurried and packed their stuff as well. Whitley's expression was purely blank. He did have much to say when he noticed Maven wait for him. He closed his pencil bag and finished loading his bag. He looked up and Maven gave him a soft smile as he walked toward her.

"So, what did you learn today?" Maven solicited.

"Nothing much. Just that Atlas during the Counter Regression Conflict was the Kingdom preventing another from world domination." Whitley shrugged.

"Pretty cool." Maven lightly laughed while the two exited the room.

"Did I make a bad choice with Sinine? I mean, I'm still surprised that he dragged two bodies of his friends to that extraction point even though they didn't make it." Whitley kept his eyes forward but the concern of the decision was written all over his face.

"No. I do not think so. You gave him a second chance." Maven shook her head at Whitley's doubt.

"Okay." Whitley and Maven made their way out into the main entrance. The sheer amount of light somewhat blinded the both of them. From there, the two of them saw a small crowd of children lining up to go in their parents' cars or take the school buses.

"What were you thinking about getting for dinner tonight?" Maven calmly asked the boy as the two wormed their way through the crowd.

"I was thinking-" Whitley was immediately interrupted.

"DOWN WITH THE SCHNEES!" An adult screamed on the other side of the crowd. It was slightly drowned out by the constant hum of the crowd. By sheer instinct, Maven cut in front of Whitley as a small object was flung through the air. It cracked at the left side of Maven's forehead as she opened her eyes to see a middle aged protestor make a statement toward Whitley.

Several kids in the crowd dispersed and as Maven used her torso to shield Whitley of other objects.

The backup vehicle that is meant to escort Whitley had their two members get out and restrain the protestor as Maven rushed Whitley to their car. He entered and she quickly noticed the on campus police arrest the protestor.

"Ma'am?" One of the body guards jogged up to Maven with his partner close behind.

"Take him home. I need to have a talk with the new recruit." Maven wiped her face as the smell started to seep in… it wasn't just a regular egg either. It was a rotten one.

"Whoa, what's the commotion?" Sinine walked up from Maven's right side.

Her eyes widened as she straightened her posture.

"Well I know we started off on the wrong foot, if Whitley is coming out a bit late. I thought I'd get us some-"

Maven flattened out her palm.

WHWAP!

"AGGGHH" Sinine dropped the three pop icicles as he gagged on the blow Maven delivered to his throat.

From there, Maven grabbed Sinine by the collar and she yanked him across the open to a secluded part of a school parking lot, while Sinine wheezed and coughed.

"Alright Fuckface!" Maven shoved Sinine into a concrete wall.

"We need you because you're trustworthy. There was an abduction attempt last month." Maven bared her teeth with venom laced words. "Had today been an attempt on his life, it was on you to be there to help monitor threats. Learn quickly or I will personally drag you back to prison!" Maven punched Sinine in the throat again before she backed off.

"You owe your life to that kid. Now grow up. I'm the only person in this mentally fucked family that he can count on." Maven continued. "Tomorrow, you're going to start training to face any threat that Whitley will face. You got that!?"

Sinine lowered his back and replied to her statement with a weakened thumps up gesture… Sinine coughed and heaved as he approached the upcoming thought.

"Waauggh!" Sinine coughed. "You 'COUGH' must be amazing 'COUGH' in bed…'Wheeze'"

"Keep dreaming." Maven shoved Sinine back. "Figure out your own way back to the Estate."

Sinine rubbed his throat… 'No ice cream for you next time thenbitch.'

Hi everyone. I hope you join me on this adventure for Whitley Schnee. I had this one thought in my head and Whitley came into play as I'm plan to work on this more in the future. This takes place in the same universe as my Jaune's Fall from Grace story. HOWEVER, these two stories are their own thing and won't be completely dependent upon on another.

This story is a Crossover with video games, anime, movies and other such things as well. This still takes place within the RWBYverse with Whitley still being the main thread for this project. This is also my own little spin to everything. I know it would be more accurate to include all the crossover stuff, but I still want people to read this story. So at the end of the chapters, I will notify you, the readers of some characters and where they are from to help keep you in the loop.

The current two crossovers being these two First Person Shooter games called Dirty Bomb and Ghost in the Shell: First Assault Online.

Phantom is from Dirty Bomb.

Maven is from First Assault.

INDEX:

'Sinine' is Estonian for the word 'Blue.'

'CO' stands for Commanding Officer

To those of you who are new to my works. Welcome and my name is Will and it's a pleasure to meet you.