John was packing frantically he had just received a call from Ozpin informing him that his team leader Edward Kovacs was found dead in a bar in Mistral. Apparently, Edwards had been dead for some time before the body was discovered by a Mistral Ranger. John didn't know what Edward did to earn Ozpin's wrath but whatever it was John knew it wouldn't end with Edward's death. Ozpin had deliberately kept a team of his students from being able to call for backup. And John was the last person who knew that and was still alive.

Needless to say, the moment Ozpin hung up John called an old friend of his whom he knew he could trust. Romerean Arc was an old friend of John's they had met in Beacon Romeera was in his fourth year when John was in his first. If it wasn't for the training Romerean did with him John wouldn't have survived his third year. When Rome graduated he told John to call if he needed backup.

So call he had. John couldn't tell if they would be here in time but if they were he was almost certain both he and Penelope would live. After all, Rome said he was bringing his whole team. Team JSPR were living legends. Their leader once fought the entire vital festival bracket alone. He not only won but he also did it almost single-handedly. If he was coming alone then John and Penelope would be safe.

He stopped packing when he heard a set of hard sole boots clicking on the boards of his front porch. Swiftly leveling his pistol on the door he flicked off the safety and waited. He was greeted by the sound of his door being kicked in at him. John dodged to his right and tried to keep his gun trained on the now doorless doorway. He wasn't fast enough however and the assailant had already entered the house and had with a swift swing cut his right hand off of his arm.

John instinctively drew in a breath to scream in pain only to have the air ripped from his lungs as a blade was rammed through his solar plexus. He dropped to the ground and found himself fighting for breath. "Please," he wheezed "don't take my little girl." the words were so soft and weak that Raven almost didn't hear him. And when she finally understood what he was saying she felt her heartbreak. There was a little girl around here somewhere. She lamented what she had to now do but Ozpin said no one who could identify her could survive. And if the child was too young to identify her then she was also too young to survive on her own. What this meant was that the child would die no matter she did and the only thing she could control was if she died slowly and afraid or quickly and afraid. Both choices shook her to her core. She was raised with killers and she was raised to be a killer. It was only her brother that managed to keep her from going back to her old ways.

And now Ozpin was holding that same brother over her head. If she had the chance she would kill Ozpin but she knew that chance would never come. If she could ever be able to kill the old man he would just be reincarnated later. So here she was, walking down to the room she heard the crying coming from. She took solace in the fact that the child may not know even know what was happening. When she opened the door she saw a boy who looked a little older than her holding the baby in one hand and a bag of supplies in the other. She reached for her sword. Now the boy couldn't leave here alive.

She was drawing her blade when a gunshot sounded and she felt a pain tear through her right shoulder. Looking back she saw that John had grabbed his gun in his left hand and somehow summoned the strength to aim and fire. In her shock, she felt two more burning holes rip through her and when she finally regained her control she realized that she had been shot three times with what seemed to be aura piercing rounds. Deftly she drew her sword with her left hand and threw the blade at John. the blade soared like a spear and sank to the hilt in John's chest. His gun fell to the floor as it slipped from his lifeless hand. Looking back to the room where the boy had been she saw the back door he entered through was now gone as he had simply run through it. Grunting in pain Raven ran over and removed her sword from John's body. She then started to run after the young man. She had barely made it to the turned when she heard the sound of a rifle's bolt slamming into battery. Snapping around she saw the source of the sound.

"Here you stand over the dead body of my friend," Romerean spoke from his place beside Jorge. It was Jorge who had released the bolt on his C.A.S.A.C.O.M. putting the weapon into battery as Romerean had his family sword Crocea Mors in his hand. She quickly tried to run out the back only to be greeted by two men in full body armor and Black combat helmets that obscured both their Identities and their voices. "Where do you think you are going lady," the large one said as he filled the door with his towering and imposing frame. "I think she was planning to run," said his partner.

Raven had heard of this team. The weapons they carried gave them away. This was team JSPR. the leader was Jorge Telmarvak. Ozpin knew almost nothing about his past. It seemed as though he simply appeared on Remnant at the age of 17 when he joined the Shade academy and founded the first inter-kingdom team. They were based in Beacon since Romerean was from Mistral, Jorge was from Vacuo, and the other two were from Atlas. Speaking of the rest of the team there was Romerean Arc who was the archetypal Arc warrior. And Saint and Pirus. Though she knew that those were the names of the two armor-clad Atlesians she didn't know which name belonged to which man. All in all, she was about head deep in a pile of Ursa shit. She probably couldn't take any of these guys alone if she was fine. But now she was leaking from three minor gunshot wounds and they were all here. Dropping her sword she calmly said "I surrender. Feel free to take me into custody." she winced in pain as Romerean jerked her shoulder around and locked a pair of handcuffs around both her wrists.