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Welcome back, guys! Guess who's back! This is Chapter 11 for this story, motherf*ckers! Let's get right to it!
Chapter 11: New Weapons, New Plan
Sarge looked at the weapon in his hands and looked at his shotgun, which was lined up against the wall of the practice range. In his grasp, he held a shotgun that looked exactly like his own.
"Well?" Yang asked, cracking her knuckles, "What do you think?"
Sarge stared at the gun in his hands again, "Honestly… I'm a little disappointed."
"What!?" Yang exclaimed, "What's wrong?"
"Well…." He began, "I expected something like a shotgun sword, or a shotgun sniper rifle, or a shotgun shotgun…."
Yang then smirked, "Ooooh. Well, let me tell you, Sarge. There's more to this bad boy than meets the eye." She winked, (Bowchickabowwow) and snatched the weapon from Sarge's hand and said, "Watch." She aimed her sights down on the boomstick and clicked a button. The two then heard a chamber roll to the next, and a hiss whispered throughout the range. Yang fired and the target ahead was frozen in a block of frost. Sarge, under his helmet, gaped.
Yang huffed a laugh and pressed the button again, firing the trigger and summoning a flame-filled buckshot, which exploded and scattered on contact with the target. The yellow haired girl handed the gun back to the Red leader, "There are other chambers with different Dust components. For example, the Shock Dust shoots out an electric shock that fries anything electrical and the Gravity Dust allows you to move around….. How's that for a shotgun, old man?"
Sarge gave Yang a hug, and cried a little, "You have made a beautiful creation."
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Down the practice hall, Wash glanced nervously at the attachments on his hands, which resembled exoskeleton hands. He then looked at the assault rifle given by the Faunus in front of him. Blake rolled her eyes, "Don't be so nervous."
"You said the knives are controlled by these," Washington gazed at the exoskeleton, "But I don't see any knives."
"Yeah," Blake said, pointing to a target, "Do a sideways throwing motion at that target, like you're throwing shurikens. See what happens. Oh! And while holding your gun."
Washington grasped the assault rifle by the handle and did a hand motion as if he was throwing a knife. Suddenly, his exoskeleton lit up green and a knife handle came out of the top of the gun and unsheathed itself, a wickedly sharp blade with engraved markings protruded from the handle. The knife then swiftly zipped straight for the target. Bullseye.
Washington admired the exoskeleton hand and nodded at Blake.
"There are other commands to move them around too. And there are five other knives concealed in the gun," Blake told him, "Don't forget to collect them."
"How do I do that?"
"Do a hand motion as if you're… Oh! Pretend you're pulling a knife out of a wall. Do that."
Washington did as he was told; then, his gun opened up, and the knife folded itself up, packing itself tightly into the assault rifle.
Wash nodded to the cat girl, "Thank you, Miss Belladonna."
"Of course, Mr. Washington," Blake replied, while walking away, "And another thing, your gun is especially compatible with shock rounds."
As the girl left towards a pink soldier, Theta exclaimed excitingly in Wash's head.
"Ahh," Wash winced, "What is it?"
"I can control the knives!" Theta said, "I intercepted the signals from the exo-hand and used them to my own control."
Wash's exo-hand lit up purple and all six of the knives were summoned out of the rifle and protruded six sharp blades. They then moved around the air in different positions and directions.
"This is cool!"
"Theta, just don't stab me, okay?" Washington chuckled to himself.
"Trust me, I won't."
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When Blake arrived where Donut was, she immediately began to regret it. Donut was tangled up in rope-like material, struggling to be free.
The cat Faunus walked over and pulled on one part of the tangled mess, which released Donut from his prison.
"Ah, free!" Donut shouted, "Thanks, Blake!"
"Yeah…" Blake frowned, "Are you having trouble with your weapon?"
"I think I almost have the hang of it," Donut replied, holding a whip's handle, "I just never had to use a whip before. And it feels weird considering what whips are for…."
Blake rolled her eyes, "Don't be so dramatic. Combat whips have been used before by Huntsman and Huntresses. Depending on how they're used, those weapons can be dangerous."
"Hey, question!"
"What is it?"
"Why are you the one training us?" Donut pressed a button on the handle of the whip and retracted the rope back into the handle.
Blake sighed, "Because, 1) apparently, you can only trust us, 2) your weapons somewhat relate to your 'instructors', and 3) we don't know anyone else with the same weapons."
"How is your weapon close to a whip?" Donut asked.
Blake held out the ribbon that was wrapped around Gambol Shroud, "That is why. Now, test out your weapon so I can see how you can improve."
Donut pivoted towards the target and released the rope, sending the end of the whip forward. With a mighty crack, the hard light target shattered like glass.
Blake raised her eyebrows, "That actually surprised me. Do you have experience with whips?"
"No," Donut said, "I just used ribbons and streamers for ballet before."
Blake stifled a laugh, "Okay, enough of that. Try pressing the blue button. It'll electrify the entire whip, so anything or anyone will get shocked touching it."
Once Donut did as he was told, he gasped, as the whip bursted with electricity, sparks and cracks of energy surging through it. Then, the pink soldier send his whip forward again, but this time, the whip shattered the target and left a surge of electricity in the remains.
Donut laughed, "This is awesome! Why don't the UNSC make this stuff?!"
Blake smiled, "Okay, last trick. Press the red button, and it'll separate into three parts at the end."
Franklin pressed the red mechanism, and sure enough, the end of the whip scattered into three endpoints.
"That should help tangle or damage opponents pretty heavily," Blake mused, "And those are the basics. Any questions?"
"What else can I do to make this look flashier?"
"This is going to take a while. Isn't?" Blake thought.
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"So, it's a flare gun," Simmons said.
"No," Yang replied, "It's a Small Extendable Rocket Pistol. Or as I like to call it, the SERPent!"
"... So a flare gun."
Yang groaned, "No! It's not a flare gun. A flare gun shoots out flares! Your weapon is a pistol but can extend to fire rockets!" Yang sighed, "Just hit the target."
Simmons shrugged and lifted his gun, lining a shot. After he pulled the trigger, brief laser shot from the gun, then a blast sounded from the gun. A mini rocket shot out and nailed the target. The weapon itself actually hit Simmons in the head due to the massive recoil.
"See, I told you," Yang gloated, pointing to the blast marks on the target.
Simmons admired the pistol in his hand, "It also shoots as pistol too right?"
"Yeah, just quickly push on the trigger." Yang explained, "There's also lock-on for the pistol and rocket launcher. Just flip that switch under the gun barrel."
The maroon soldier took a quick peek under the pistol and nodded, "This is pretty neat, I'll admit."
"Yeah, the lock-on will swerve your hands automatically to the target using a computerized targeting system, just to warn you."
Simmons then tilted his head, "Wouldn't it be better that the bullets and rockets could lock on?"
Yang shook her head, "Too expensive and too inefficient."
Simmons frowned under his helmet and shrugged, "Whatever."
Yang smiled and signed off, "See ya, Simmons. I need to tend to Lopez with his weapon." Her smile was wider now.
"What's Lopez's new weapon anyway?" The soldier asked.
Yang laughed, "You'll see." She walked off down the range Simmons, though confused, saw the brown robot with things attached to his arms and back.
"What the fuck is that?'
"¿Qué carajo es esto?" Lopez said, looking at the large pack and akimbo guns on his sides.
"Lopez asks if he can attack you with these," Gamma said.
Yang widened her eyes and stepped back, her gauntlets activated. Lopez, quickly swiped at his A.I, who was laughing robotically.
"I was a joke," Gamma replied, "I like jokes. Wanna hear a knock-knock joke?"
Yang sighed in relief, but then had a puzzled expression, "What kind of translator A.I. likes jokes?"
Lopez quickly responded with, "Es sólo especial!"
Gamma translated as, "I have a built in personality!"
Lopez, again, swiped at the hologram, which did nothing.
Yang was only more confused, "...Okay? Let's just get you used to your weapon."
Lopez sighed, "Sí."
Gamma replied, "Yes, ma'am."
Yang gestured to the handles, with triggers and buttons (which were sticking out of the two guns on his side), "First of all, grab those handles. We'll try out your heavy guns first."
The brown robot did as he was told silently. Yang smiled and then pointed to the hard light target ahead of him, "Now, shoot."
Lopez looked at the different buttons and triggers, "Cómo-" Then, his finger pulled on a pair of triggers (matching their location) that made a whirring noise.
"Nice guess," The yellow-haired girl applauded, "It'll take a few short seconds to warm up."
Lopez was then more determined, stood his ground, and held both triggers. Like before, the gun made a whirring sound, but as Yang said, bullets immediately went flying out of the heavy machine guns and collided into the target.
The Red Team's robot looked at the weapons in his hands.
"Cool, right?" Yang asked. All Lopez would do was nod.
The Y of RWBY clapped her hands together, "One more thing! Press those buttons at the same time." On both guns at his side, she pointed at red buttons.
Lopez eagerly pressed them and his arms and hands suddenly were enveloped by metal casing. His fists were both enlarged in the metal and had tubes and strange mechanisms.
Yang stood proudly, "Those my friend are gauntlets."
Lopez looked at his newly formed arm and hand armor admiringly, "¿Qué puede hacer esta cosa?" Gamma obligingly translated.
The gauntlet-wielding girl smirked, "You can climb walls, your have some ARMor, overall strength in your arms are increased… Actually, let's test that!" Yang activated Ember Celica and held up a defensive stance. "Hit me at hard as you can!" Yang shouted, ready.
Lopez thought for a moment, afraid he would hurt the girl. Instead, though, Lopez shrugged and gave it his hardest hit.
Though Yang was only sent a few feet back, with her still standing, the girl yelped at the impact. Once she recovered, she shook her arm off. Lopez continued to admire his weapons.
Yang laughed aloud, "There is one more thing before you go, Lopez! You can have one gun arm and another fist arm for offense and defensive maneuver! Just thought you might wanna know."
Lopez nodded and saluted at the girl, a rare gesture from the robot, "Gracias, Yang!"
Gamma popped into view, "That means 'Thank you' in Spanish, Ms. Xiao Long."
Yang smiled, "No problem. Glad I could help. Now, I have one more patient to attend to."
Yang walked off, while Lopez began to test his weapons more. Simmons ran up to his robotic friend, shouting, "Why the fuck do you get a cool weapon!?"
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"Of all people, this match-up is incredibly ironic," Doc sighed, "I'm a pacifist and I'm being taught to fight by a girl who's inclined to fight everything."
Yang grinned at him, "Don't worry Doc. I'll help diagnose your weapons!"
The medic sighed, "Okay, let's do this."
Yang smiled, then opened her mouth to say something. Unfortunately, she froze and frowned, "Actually, there isn't much to your weapon."
Doc raised his eyebrow, "What? Really?"
The girl shrugged, "One third rocket launcher, one third…. Whatever your weapons was, and one third storage."
Doc titled his head, "You mean the Medical Scanner?"
Yang shrugged again, "Yeeeaaa, we couldn't figure out what that weapon was, so we just made the launcher around the scanner thing and so that you could switch between the two. Or you can detach it. Also, the storage is for putting in medical things or ammunition and stuff. Also, with those levers you can switch dust rockets in your launcher: Fire, Ice, Gravity, and Water."
Doc thought for a moment, "That's it?"
She nodded back, "Yeah, sorry if this was less interesting…."
Doc looked at the newer-looking rocket launcher, before smiling in his helmet, "Muahaha! Let us see how interesting this thing is!"
O'Malley aimed his launcher at the target and pressed a black button, "Gravity Rockets! Activate!"
The mad medic pulled the trigger and a black-colored projectile spiraled outward and immediately disappeared before reaching its target. Yang grimaced, "Welp, that didn't do much."
"Owww"
Yang whirled around and took all of her nerves to stop herself from laughing.
Doc was in the wall behind them, his weapon on the ground.
"Doc, are you okay?"
"Umm, yeah… This isn't the first time this happened to me."
"Here, lemme get you out." Yang reached for his shoulders and pulled. Unfortunately, the medic didn't budge.
"Oh, no…." Doc groaned. Yang tried again, but he still wouldn't move.
"Umm, Doc…." Yang started.
"I'm stuck, aren't I?"
"...Yeaaaaah."
Doc sighed, "I'll just wait for Sarge to break me out. Can you get him?" (Since he had the Strength Boost)
Yang thought for a moment, "Actually, I have an idea." Yang took his rocket launcher and turned it around so the rockets were aimed at herself.
Doc then widened his eyes, "Yang, what are you doing!?"
"Trying to save you," Yang replied, trying to get the trajectory of the rockets right (even though it was at point-blank range), "If I damage myself, I can hit twice as hard, and theoretically become stronger."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Doc asked nervously.
"My aura will protect me, what the worst that can happen?"
"I can name a couple," Doc said.
"Don't be so worried!"
"Sorry, but with all due respect, I'm doing quite the opposite right now."
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"Ah!" Blake yelped, rolling to the right.
Washington and Blake were in a sparring hall, with Ruby, Weiss, and most of the Reds and Blues watching with interest. Washington fired down on the neko and summoned the knives out of his gun. Well... Theta summoned the knives.
"Wash, I'm going to keep tracking her movements. I'll also keep Blake pressured as well with your new knives. I'll also remove any copies she may use to trick you." Theta said.
Washington nodded, "Thanks, Theta." Wash suddenly perked up slightly as Blake's bow twitched. "Shit," he thought, "Did she hear that?"
Suddenly, a bullet that zipped past his head and snapped him back into focus.
Washington jumped to the side to avoid the next flurry of bullets and returned fire, now barely having to move at all. Blake ,on the other hand, had to keep moving, as the floating knives threatened to stab her.
"How is he doing that?" Blake wondered. She squinted and saw that Wash's exo hand was purple and that he wasn't even doing any hand controls, much less any hand motions that could freely move knives.
Unfortunately, a knife zipped out of the air and slashed at her back. Blake yelped in surprise again, as two more blades pinned her into the ground, followed by the rest which were resting near her throat.
Washington stepped over and the knives immediately returned inside his gun. The Freelancer held out a hand to help her up, but Blake hesitated. Quickly, though, Blake grabbed his hand and thanked him.
"That was a good sparring match," Blake said, stretching, "How did you control all those knives? I don't remember you being able to control them so well?"
Washington, luckily, immediately detected the subtle question, and replied casually with, "I decided to play around with them while practicing. In Project Freelancer, you had to be a fast learner."
Blake frowned and walked off, muttering to herself. In Wash's head, Theta said, "We should be more careful about the knife-thing huh?"
Washington nodded to himself, "Noted."
Ruby zipped over and gave him a big smile, "That fight was so cool! How did you control all those knives?!"
Washington chuckled, "Well, that's for someone else to answer. Though, I should probably check that out."
He turned around and found Blake staring down at him suspiciously. He swiftly turned around, and was glad that no one could see the sweat coming from his brow.
A crack echoed across the room and everyone turned to Donut with his whip held high.
"My turn!" Donut shouted excitingly, "I want to start using the Flasher now!"
The Blood Gulch Crew either smirked or stifled a laugh.
"That," Simmons began, "Is the shittiest name for a weapon."
"Ever," Washington added, "Of all time."
Donut put his hands on his hips, "Then what did you name yours?"
Then, Blake, Ruby, and Weiss looked at the newly armed soldiers.
Washington thought for a moment, "Independence's Blade."
Simmons followed him, saying, "Simmons Blaster."
Sarge replied with, "Shot-baby!"
Lopez looked at his weapons and nodded, "Máquina Mala!"
Gamma shook his head and said, "Death Spitter."
The brown robot looked at his A.I. irritably.
"It's just a better name, Lopez. Trust me."
"Wait since when did that translator A.I. get feelings?" Blake accused.
"Um, it's more compatible with all of us then." Washington blurted, thinking, "Shit, I could not sound anymore suspicious, can I?"
"Simmons Blaster?!" Sarge exclaimed, "What kind of name is that?"
"How is Shot-baby any better?" Simmons yelled back, "And how edgy is Independence Blade and Death Spitter?"
"Hey, at least Washington and Lopez had the will to add pizazz to their weapons!" Donut shouted, earning looks of (somewhat) respect from Lopez and Wash.
Meanwhile, Ruby was giggling to the point where she fell off her seat. Weiss and Blake both either facepalmed or rubbed their temples at their new friends.
Suddenly, a loud shotgun blast echoed throughout the training hall with two shouts.
"That was Yang!" Ruby yelped.
"Doc was there too!" Washington added, lifting his gun, "Let's go."
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Fortunately, the group found that nothing was wrong. Minus the chunk of the wall now on the floor.
Doc stood up dizzily, while Yang cracked her knuckles. Her hair dimmed and her eyes turned back from red to lilac.
"Doc, are you okay?" Washington asked.
"Y-yeah, just dazed," Doc replied.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" The Freelancer asked.
"Uhhh, three," Doc said.
"Wrong, it's…. Oh, nevermind, you're right."
Simmons then shook his head, "No, that's not right. How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Four," Doc guessed.
"Doc, I'm not even holding anything up." Simmons said.
"What in Sam Hill happened here?" Sarge demanded.
Yang stretched, "Well, your friend here managed to go a bit overboard and use the Rocket Launcher's Gravity Rockets. They sent him flying…. Into the wall. He was so stuck I had to shoot myself a few times to get a power boost to rip him out the wall."
Now that she mentioned it, everyone could see a few burn marks and tiny scars (that were healing) on Yang's clothes, face, and arms.
Washington stifled a laugh, "Just like old times, huh? Doc?"
"You will be blown to oblivion, Freelancer!"
RWBY looked at him curiously. Simmons leaned toward them, "We'll tell you later."
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"We're here, Carolina," Tucker said over his radio. Class was in session at the moment and the hallways are clear. The aqua soldier stood where he first fought the shotgun-boot boy. Some blast markings lined the walls.
"Copy that, I'm at Wash's crime scene as well." Carolina replied, "I'm starting my search."
"Same here," Tucker told her, "Now let's see what we can do. Church?"
"Yeah," the blue hologram appeared, "I've started the scanner. See if you can find something to make this search go faster."
"Yeah. Got it." Tucker felt at the markings and rubbed his hands together. He then attempted to find other signs of evidence. Unfortunately, nothing was found, aside from a few bullet casings.
"Nothing," The A.I. sighed, "Man, they really made sure they weren't caught. I couldn't find anything. And those bullet casings could be found anywhere."
"Really?" Tucker asked, "Isn't hard to buy weapons and ammo?"
"Not in this world. Dust ammo and weapons can be forged and sold anywhere." Church sat on a holographic chair, "In fact, there pretty much only one corporation that sells Dust: The Schnee Dust Company."
"So is that company bad?" Tucker asked.
"No, not in this case," Church replied, "Well, actually, according to some papers and media, the head of the company is an asshole…."
"They may or may not be involved," Tucker thought aloud, "But since they are practically the only corporation that sells Dust, we might find something, right?"
"My thoughts exactly," Alpha nodded, "And I just happen to know where we can find connections."
"But you can't go into the system again, right?"
"Tucker, my friend," the A.I. began, "You underestimate me. We A.I. can solve that later to protect ourselves. But not everything can be found out in a computer. Sometimes, we need more… physical connections."
"What do you mean by that?" Tucker asked, "Also, bowchickabowwow."
Church shook his head, "Heh, we have someone close to the Schnee Dust Company, right here in this school."
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Carolina groaned, "There's nothing here!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby, Carolina." Beta said, "Though, I admit. Whoever was here had hid their tracks well. Either that or bioscans are off."
Carolina sighed, "Then what do we do?"
Beta thought for a moment, "I might have a lead."
The Freelancer perked up, "Yeah?"
"When I was in the library," Beta began, "Something bothered me, and Gamma agrees as well. We found some information about certain things in the library. But I came across one file that listed a source about Vale police, ranging from information of their weapons to their qualifications.
"Get to the point," Carolina snapped.
"I looked deeper along with Gamma and found some information of where they'll patrol. Interestingly enough, warehouses are where they'll rarely go."
Carolina looked at her suspiciously.
"It was a subtle bit of information, as the article never mentioned patrolling around harbors and among warehouses. Just in places like the main city roads and residential area."
"So, I'm guessing you think that our attackers may have a hideout in either the warehouses or the harbor."
"Warehouses can store more, so I believe they are hidden there."
Carolina stretched, "Welp, that's a start. Shall we tell the others?"
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Tucker and Carolina reunited and walked back to their dorms.
"Alright, we got ourselves a plan."
Carolina frowned, "Not exactly, but we have the information to make a plan."
The two walked closer to their dorm.
"Who'll tell the Reds and Doc?" Tucker asked.
"Wash can do that," Carolina mused, "We have been doing all the work after all."
They approached the door and Tucker's hand went to the doorknob, but before he twisted it, they heard a voice.
"Are the weapons and vehicles still intact?" Washington asked.
"That's Wash," Tucker said quietly, raising an eyebrow, "Is he talking to Caboose?"
"I think he's on a radio," Carolina thought aloud, "Lemme check in on his channel."
"No, stay alive," Washington replied to a silence, "Stay near the crash site and we'll come to you… I'll talk it over with the others and Ozpin. I'm sure he'll let us go."
Silence echoed throughout the hallway.
"Fine," Washington finally replied, "Lo-... Sam, just stay alive. Over and out." With that, the call ended.
"Dammit," Carolina breathed, "I missed it… Who the hell is Sam?"
Another voice then appeared. "I know I keep asking, but do you trust him?" Theta asked.
"Of course," Washington replied, "We both share similar pasts after all."
At that moment, Tucker decided to open the door, "Okay, Wash. Who the hell are you talking to!?"
"Gah!" Washington jumped, "N-no one. Just a friend."
"Who?" Carolina asked dangerously.
"I-I can't say."
"Wash, we both have trained in the Freelancer program. And we both know that I can interrogate you with no problems."
Washington sighed, "I'm sorry, Carolina, but I know you all. If I were to tell you who I was talking to, you'd all try to hunt him down and kill him."
Tucker and Carolina looked at each other.
"Please, just don't tell anyone or ask."
Tucker sighed and put his hands up in surrender.
Carolina also took in a breath and put her hand away from her hammers.
"Fine," she said dangerously, "I'll dig the answer out of you later."
After a moment of awkward silence, Tucker finally spoke up, "Hey Wash, we got some intel from our attacks."
"Oh? Really?" Washington's mood brightened, "What do you have?"
Tucker nudged Carolina, who snapped out of her train of thought, "First off, we need to question one of the students here. And secondly, split up into groups and investigate the warehouses and harbor in the city."
Beta then appeared, "Here, I got five different buildings that seem most likely to have suspicious activity and are strategically placed."
The A.I. created a map in front of them, showing the entire city. Five red structures were marked indicating the buildings Beta was talking about.
Carolina nodded, as the map disappeared, "Okay, we'll need to split some of us into singles. Since there are only ten of us."
"Or you could ask us for help."
The Blues, except Caboose, jumped, surprised they heard Ruby behind their dorm door.
"You know Ruby," Carolina said, opening the door, "It's rude to spy on someone."
Ruby twiddled with her fingers, "But Team SLGG do it all the time."
Team WTCC then found more than just Ruby. Yang, Weiss, and Blake stood behind their leader, weapons ready.
"We're trying to find bad guys too, you know." Ruby whined.
The Blues looked at each other.
"I mean, backup and support are good to have around," Tucker said.
They nodded and invited RWBY inside.
"I'll go get the others," Washington said, "Wait for me and we can debrief without repeating anything."
Carolina rolled her eyes, "These are the Reds we're talking about. Of course, we're going to have to repeat."
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"Alright, guys," Yang began, "What's the plan?"
Carolina put down her scroll and a map appeared in front of them, the red marks still there.
"We need to split up into teams to go to these warehouses and investigate the harbor," Carolina then pointed at the Schnee girl.
"And we need information from the Schnee Dust Company."
Weiss looked at the Freelancer curiously, "Me?"
"Look at it here," Washington said, "Your father's company is the leading producer of Dust. If we can have a manifest or anything that may help us find a lead on our enemy, that'll significantly help."
The heiress frowned, "I mean, we already tried. The documents weren't of much use."
The Reds and Blues looked at each other.
"We might be able to trace it," Washington finally said, "We have quite the expertise in this sort of thing."
Weiss shrugged, "Okay then."
They all heard shotgun cock back and looked at Sarge, who cleared his throat. "Alright," he started, "Who's doing what?"
"I'll stick with Weiss," Carolina said, "I'm one of the only ones capable and Washington should be on the field this time."
Washington looked for offended faces, but found none.
Blake then spoke up, "I'll go to the harbor, I just need a partner."
Everyone looked at each other, until Grif stood up.
"Grif!?" The soldiers yelled.
"What?" he asked, "I'll be fine. I got invisibility you know."
"B-but," Simmons stuttered, "You're the last person who would volunteer."
"Hey, I'm only going with her because of two reasons. I'm somewhat familiar with her, and I feel like the harbor will be the easiest place to go to."
Blake rolled her eyes, but didn't oppose.
"Alright, who's next?" Yang asked.
The teams were divided up: Blake and Grif, Lopez and Sarge, Simmons and Caboose, Ruby and Tucker, Yang and Doc, and Washington and Donut. Everyone then went back to their rooms to get rest for the next day. The Reds walked back to their dorms together.
"Okay then," Donut said enthusiastically, "We got ourselves a plan!"
"Yep," Simmons said, "And we might finally get some ideas about this place."
"Yeah, I guess that's alright." Grif shrugged, getting ready to sleep.
Sarge looked out the window and grumbled to himself.
The other Reds looked at each other. Grif sighed, "I'm going to regret asking this, but what's wrong?"
Sarge huffed, "What's wrong? What's wrong is that we're sitting here and thinking that we should just trust these guys. Don't get me wrong, Shot-baby was amazing! But come on! Locus and Felix did the same exact thing with us! They played us like a violin!"
"Actually, Sarge," Epsilon said, popping into view along with Eta, Iota, and Gamma, "You make a good point, buuuuut…."
"There is little reason to believe these girls will be threats," Gamma finished in his robotic tone, "They are just students-"
"Who happen to be fighting against an organization of animal fighting for equality!" Sarge yelled.
"Who happen to want the humans to go into the ground!" Epsilon retorted, "Plus Team RWBY have an animal-person too, you know!"
Sarge stood his ground, "I rather not have a whole Chorus situation again. I just want to be careful."
"And we will," Epsilon said, "And if any does go down, you got us!"
Simmons then stood up from his bed, "Then, why are we still asking questions!?"
The A.I. in the room then looked at each other.
"... Simmons…." The white A.I. began, "That is actually another good point."
Gamma gestured with his hands, "I will talk to the others about a solution to the virus."
Epsilon nodded, "I suggest you talk with Delta, Sigma, and Beta. I bet they'll find a way to help."
"You gonna do all of this over-night?" Grif asked.
"Pfff! You may think a few hours is short for you, but it feels more like a few days for us."
"Don't A.I. get exhausted?" Simmons asked curiously.
"Not the way humans do," Epsilon shrugged, "Anyway, you guys should get some rest. We'll have all the answers we need tomorrow."
"How do you know that?" Sarge asked.
"Sometimes you just need faith." The A.I. said before disappearing out of sight along with Eta and Iota.
Okay then, that is the end of that! But not the end of the end messages!
Hello all! Thanks for reading, I appreciate the feedback, criticism, and such. Special thanks to "A fan" and SilentAngel33 for the new team name suggestions in the next chapter, as I found them really creative and interesting! Okay, I do have another chapter coming up, but I won't upload it until next week, since I want to see what I can improve on future chapters, including the next one. I also want to see what other suggestions you may have that I could implement. Also, 173 favorites! You flatter me! Also, I do acknowledge what you guys have suggested and I do plan on using some them, though, either I believe it conflicts with my plot or it will perhaps come in a later time, just to let you all know who want to see something that you added in this fanfiction.
What do you guys think of the Reds' and Blues' new weapons? I "constructed" them to hopefully match their user. Of course, I left out Caboose and Grif for obvious reasons. I hope you do like them! Also, for some of your questions in the review section: All will be answered later in the story... eventually, or I will answer it personally! Also, if you have a better name for the new weapons, feel free to suggest one! And here are the weapon inspirations! Sarge: Sarge's shotgun, Washington: Penny's backpack+COD/Halo assault rifles+ exoskeleton, Donut: Donut's personalty+Amethyst's Whip (Steven Universe), Simmons: Titanfall 2 Smart Pistol, Lopez: COD XMG, Doc: Halo Rocket Launcher (but bigger and with storage).
On another note, I might be somewhat away from writing over the summer, as I will be visiting Vietnam for a trip! But I'l try to write and upload as soon as I can. The goal is to get at least three more chapters in by then. Again, I probably won't have a specific schedule to upload chapters, but I haven't given up on this yet, nor do I plan to! Although, my finals and SOLs are coming up, so don't be surprised if I'm a bit slow on uploading. Critique and write feedback!