A/N

So in the comments a guest asked how is it possible to change so much within a 4 month span. So in the US Army, basic combat training is 3 months, during that time your constantly training. That alone is designed to turn you into what the Army wants of you. After that, you would move into what job you picked to be trained in. As a combat engineer, it took 4 months overall to learn everything i needed to do my job properly. Then fresh out of my training I was in Afghanistan driving a overgrown tractor with a mine detector on the front looking for IED's. My first firefight changed me a lot, afterall blowing some afghani's hesd off with a M249 SAW will do that to you I guess? After that I spent over the course of two tours in afgan I spent a year and a half in a sand ridden desert with spiders the size of a head. In short, 4 months of training can do a lot. Also, no I know Jaune isn't some wimp in the beginning. But it started before his training, so he had no basis. Also the "do you want your friends to die because of you ordeal'? If his friends were out for the count, and it was just him standing prior to him receiving any training? Theyd all be dead. Now I know, long A/N right? How about we say fuck this A/N shit and get to the good stuff ey?

0200 Outer Edges of Vale -

Vale was probably the most beautiful at night. The street lights giving off a warm glow. The shattered moon always present giving a ever present ominous glow. The people all asleep except for the occasional drunk, or thief. Though this is not what wasn't what the night intaled. In an alleyway stood three men, clad in black, balaclavas covering thier heads. The only things that stood out were the symbols painted upon the chest of each. Twin rifles, a skull, and the fangs and eyes of a Beowolf. Each man holding his respective weapon. War holding not a M4, but a ACR. Death an SCAR-L, and Pestilence donning a SCAR-H.

"Look boys you know the drill. We move fast, we move hard, and we make them shit thier pants alright? War, it might be your first time. But hey everyone's gotta pop that cherry at some point right?" Said Pestilence with a chuckle.

War and Death nodded, and with that everyone racked a round into the chamber. The respective clicks of safeties coming off, and nods from everyone signaled a ready up.

"Pestilence your center and War you'll take the rear" Stated Death. Stacking up on the side entrance in the alleyway, they readied for entry. "War your up. Blow that fucking door open!"

Following orders, War primed the door with volitile Dust explosive known as D-3, and pulled the M81 detonator.

The entire structure shook with the blast. People waking from their slumber, and running for weapons. As 3 of the 4 Horsemen breached the main lobby, 4 men were identified. Each member of the team finding a tango to train on dropped each one. Moving on, they split up through the house. War taking ground floor, Death second floor, and Pestilence the basement.

- The Basement

Wolf descended down the stairwell, checking corner after corner not finding a single enemy operative. Reaching the bottom of the steps, Wold slung his rifle and grabbed his shotgun. "Well Bertha, lets spill some blood? The crazed operatir chuckled at his antics and racked a shell.

"~Ring around the rosies, a pocket full of posies. Ashes to ashes we all fall down~" Wolf repeated the nursery ryhme over and over. nearing a small room at the end of the basement he stopped the mantra and knocked on the door and asked in a sing song tone which quiet honeslty was crudely out of tune "~Do you wanna help me hide your body? It probably won't be in one piece!" At the end of the god aweful tune he kicked the door straight off the hinges and found a single tango. Clad in white, and a bone mask there was one thing that stood out on his uniform. The giant yellow stain running down the length of his pant legs.

"Well well well we got a pisser over here" Said Pestilence "Remember what i said about hiding your body? Well I'll be honest with ya pal, it'll definitely be in multiple pieces with a crisp singe" With the end of his sentence Bertha let loose a two steel ball bearings, only following suit of that was a mixture known as 'Dragons Breath'. The rounds puncturing into the chest cavity of the poor fellow was nothing compared to the flames that engulfed him. With that the White Fang member would do what any rationally sane man would do. He screamed.

"Ahhh music to my ears my friend." Wolf said with a grin that clearly matched his name. After the flames died down and the smell of burning flesh, magnesium, and phosphorus permeated the house Wolf racked another round "Nothing like a hard days work am I right?

"Basement clear" Wolf spoke into his mic and then grabbed the hachet strapped to his leg began to sing horridly off key and creppily slowly "~Ring around the rosies, a pocket full of possies. Ashes to ashes, we all fall down~"

Ground Floor -

Kicking a door open and dropping two White Fang members, War peeked the far corner behind the door only to have his rifle ripped from his grasp. A bear of a man, appeared holding his weapon.

With a laugh you could tell came from his core the White Fang member snapped the rifle. "Like it matters who you are, I will crush you! Me! The epic Tazerface will destroy you!"

War lost it, he laughed so hard that the bear of a man had stopped his rant. "Wait your name is Tazerface? What the actual fuck? Was 'Kick Me' taken already? I thought Bear Faunus were supposed to be smart?" With that, War grabbed the Faunus now known as Tazerface amd slammed his face into the doorframe and through the door. Grabbing his knife and shoving it into his eye socket and slowly pushing it into his brain War shurgged "Meh with that 'epic' of a name i figured he'd put up a fight? Oh well moving on.

Grabbing his rifle off the floor he proceeded to clear room after room. Kill after kill, Jaune came to a room with nothing but a empty desk. Clearing the room and finding nothing War opened his commo chanell and spoke "Ground Floor clear"

- Second Floor -

The second floor was more of an office room really. stairwell leading straight to a single room. Grabbing a snake cam, Death slid it under the doorway. Seeing only a single Faunus only this one was in fancier clothing.

Priming his M26 MASS underneath his rifle he fired a shell between the dead bolt and doorknob then kicked the door open. "PUT YOUR OUM FUCKING HANDS ON THE TABLE BEFORE I BLOW YOUR DAMN HEAD OFF FUCKER!" Corvo commanded.

The Snake Faunus threw his hands on the table and stood legs apart. Visibly shaking in his boots, the smell of gunpowder and shit filled the air

"Oum damn did you just shit yourself?" Laughed Death

The Faunus nodded quickly in hopes it would help save his life. Unfortunately for him that's where he was wrong.

"Now you realize that bringing White Fang into Vale is a crime in itself correct? I imagine ill find files within that computer of yours too, another crime in itself. Luckly for you I'm not here to turn you in Sir.

"Your not?" the man asked hopefully, tears forming in his eyes.

"Nope. I'm here to kill ya!" With that Death fired to shells from the M26 MASS. One for each kneecap, afterall can't run when ya can't stand.

With a gutteral scream, the faunus made a mad crawl for the stairwell in hopes of escape. Only to be stopped by a boot in his spine holding him in place.

"Now now, we were just getting started Micheal. Tell ya what. Since you were so cooperative I'll make it quick ey?" Death moved with the swiftness of a man whose been in the business for way to long and pulled his knife and slit his throat with one quick movement.

The sounds of the man gurgling as the blood ran into the carpet and down the stairwell was the only sounds that filled the building. As the man strugfled to cover his wound Death pulled the chair from behind the office amd sat in it and watched the man choke and drown in his own blood and spit.

With a sigh Death activated his mic and spoke "Upper Floor clear, lets get out of here gentlemen"

A/N

Well. Hope ya liked it? Also let me reiterate/re-phrase the upper A/N. Training can only go so far, it's what you put into said training that you'll get out. So example for ya okay? To get better st shooting what do you do? You shoot. You practice breath control, keeping your weapon on target, and your trigger squeeze. Also I understand Jaune wasn't a overall wimp in the beginning, but hey I think he was overall weak in strength at the start. Allbeit now he's like a legit Paladin or some shit, hes always been my favorite character. Hense the me making a chapter about him being basically a modern badass. Lastly, yeah I know Wolf is crazy. Trust me he is in real life too.

P.S. Love getting the comments. Good, bad, and the ugly. Kinda super fuckin shocked its got what 50 something follows? Hot damn people.

This is Buffalo Bill signing off

~Essayons~