A/N: A week early and 5,000 words long? This cannot be, however it is because Lumox is a driving force. Also, uploads will now be on Saturdays instead of Thursdays, so there's that... anyways enjoy this chapter and write a review on something you would want to see next time!
Nikolai stifled a yawn as he rubbed the back of his helmet. Stopping for a minute, he readjusted his Stalwart and looked around at the towering oak trees. It had been a few days from their crash and now they were running out of food rations, energy and ammo thanks to the Grimm in the area.
"Great, just great… we go from a blood red forest to an oak forest?!" Wulff complained as he threw his hand out, his rifle dangling from its sling around his neck.
"Just shut it Doc, the knife… does not lie!" Simmons said, pointing to the knife on his chest with his thumb.
"That stupid knife has been leading us in the wrong direction for the past few days! Isn't Map supposed to be the navigator?" Wulff questioned as the rest of Hunter turned to him.
"Yes, thank you Wulff!" Nikolai blurted out from his position at the back of the line.
"He would be, if his radio hadn't been messed up by the crash." Simmons stated as he continued following the direction the knife had given him.
Nikolai looked at the radio on his back. The radio had been acting up since the crash and was currently refusing to connect to SOD in orbit. Nikolai gave it a few smacks before cursing under his breath. Wulff went over and gave him a quick pat on the back along with a glance of understanding. Wulff removed his hand from Nikolai's back and followed behind Hastings. Nikolai let out a sigh of defeat as he continued to follow them.
The crack of several branched alerted Nikolai to movement to his rear.
"Show yourself!" Nikolai shouted out as he whipped around to face the sudden noise.
His sudden display of danger caused Hastings, Wulff, and Simmons to turn around. Weapons raised and ready for a fight. Silence ensued as the three of them lowered their weapons as a crow quickly sped out of the tree and past them.
"Really, it was a fucking bird. Come on Map, stop dicking around!" Simmons yelled at Nikolai as they failed to notice a figure approaching from their rear, hands stretched out towards Simmons.
"I mean you… Major behind you!" Nikolai yelled out as he raised his weapon but it was too late.
The hands wrapped around Simon's neck and pulled him close as a long sword wrapped around the front of his neck. A sliced throat was nothing new to Simmons but it was most unenjoyable. Perhaps they would humor his captor.
"Drop your weapons… now." The voice was deep and gruff, commanding authority and respect.
Upon getting a better look, the three members of Hunter lowered their weapons slightly as they observed the man holding their leader. Short black hair and almost red eyes stared back at them. His eyes were piercing and looked as though they were studying every inch of the three before him.
Unbeknownst to the captor, the entirety of Hunter were having a nice conversation using their suits interior communications. Being in airtight and relatively well padded suits ment the Helldivers could have conversations within inches of a hostile and they would be none the wiser.
"Oh… so it was just a little crow! Just a little fucking crow that can become a human!" Nikolai was screaming as he started ranting while remaining perfectly still as to not telegraph their conversation.
"Bullshit Map, this guy wasn't the crow…Hastings, did you smack Map in the head?" Simmons asked Hastings who just replied with a grunt.
"Simmons, this world is bat shit crazy. We've seen bitches that throw fire, guys that can take bullets without body armor and pitch black beasts of destruction! I think a guy who can become a crow is child's play to this world!" Nikolai shot back as the man behind Simmons was starting to lose patience with the four of them.
"Hey," he started, "I have one of you hostage, so are you going to answer my question?!" The man sounded furious as he inched the giant blade closer and closer to Simmons throat.
"Oh, you were talking?" Wulff asked as he rubbed the back of his head, he too becoming oblivious to the man as he was listening to the yelling battle between Simmons and Nikolai.
Having stopped their bickering for now, Nikolai and Simmons were both fully focused on the matter at hand. A matter involving Simmons, a rather large blade, and a not-so-friendly hug from behind.
"So, what was your question?" A vein on the man's head nearly popped out of his skin as he took a deep breath at the level of sheer incompetence these people had at being in a hostage situation.
"Who the hell are you four?! That was my question!" The man stated as they continued to try his patience.
Silence reigned supreme in the forest as the five of them stood there silent. The man looking between the three of them, awaiting an answer. However, the answer came from the most unlikely one, and it wasn't really an answer.
"So what's your name?" Came the question, however, it wasn't from the captor.
Simmons sat there, awaiting an answer to his question as he turned his head slightly staring back at his captor. The man was grinding his teeth as he spoke through his anger.
"Qrow, I'm a Hunter." This caused the four of them to let out sounds of acknowledgement.
"In that case, we're on the same side!" Wulff stated as Qrow just raised an eyebrow.
"Yup, Hunters in the flesh." Simmons struggled against the man's grip, Qrow analyzing the four before him.
Qrow thought long and hard about the men in front of him and knew he would regret this later. He released the one in his arms, dropping to the forest floor and rubbing his neck as Qrow backed away to a safe distance.
"Thank you… Qrow was it? Yes, well in that case we shall be on our…" Simmons was interrupted by distant yelling and gunfire.
Hastings, Simmons, Nikolai, Wulff and Qrow all looked towards the sound as Hunter team readied their weapons and looked at Qrow.
"I'd love to ask you more about where you came from… but in the meantime it looks like someone needs some help.
"Looks that way too… we'll be close behind. Wulff, the good stuff...now." Simmons held out his hand as from his pocket Wulff pulled 4 sticks of purple liquid.
Qrow just raised his eyebrow, something he felt he'll be doing if he found himself around these guys more, as he watched the four of them stab the syringes into their thighs. The effects of whatever was in the tube were almost instantaneous as they started hopping in place and stretching before going straight into a flat out sprint.
"What the hell…" Qrow mumbled as they four men were out of sight.
'Almost as fast as my niece' Qrow thought as he started after them, his aura allowing him to barely catch up to the sprinting group.
Within a minute they were at the source of the yelling. In front of them stood what appeared to be a group of civilians frantically trying to fight off a horde of Beowolves.
"Map, Doc, you two get the left flank and cut off the advance. Hastings and I will attack from the right flank capturing the Beowolves in the crossfire." They nodded to Simmons as they split off, leaving Qrow to his own devices.
'These guys are pretty coordinated, like Atlas soldiers…' Qrow thought before jumping into the fray, his scythe deployed and slashing away at Grimm left and right.
"Keep pouring that scolding hot Liber-tea down on them lads!" Wulff shouted as he sprayed the wolves with his handheld flamethrower.
Wulff was unable to properly wield his rifle due to the wound in his shoulder and the lack of Angel to bring him back to 100 percent. Meanwhile, a few feet away, Nikolai was making himself pretty handy with his Stalwart in one hand and his pick in the other.
"To your right, look out!" Shouted one of the civilians over the dense gunfire as Nikolai turned his head and came face to face with one of the bear-like Ursa's.
"Shit…" Escaped his mouth before a large paw smashed into his chest denting his armor and cracking a few ribs.
Nikolai went flying back and skidding across the ground as the Ursa approached him. Nikolai looked up from the ground and saw the Ursa roar before lifting up it's paws and bringing them down. However, the impact never came as the Ursas head was removed from it's shoulders.
"That was a pretty hard hit, you must have a strong aura." Came Qrow's voice with a smirk as he twirled the rather large scythe, offering a hand to Nikolai.
Nikolai grasped his hand and grunted as the pieces of bone in his chest shifted around uncomfortably.
"Yeah… never been better." Came Nikolai's off-topic reply as he reloaded his Stalwart with a fresh magazine.
The Grimm were starting to thin as copious amounts of well-managed Democracy were dealt out. After another minute the Grimm had all but been eliminated leaving dozens of rapidly evaporating corpses strewn across the field.
The civilians had thanked the five of them before moving on towards their destination. They smiled and waved as Qrow waved back, the Helldivers not returning the gesture.
"Well, that was fun." Came Simmons yell across the field to both Qrow and the two Helldivers standing next to him.
"I'd say, that was some excellent shooting… not to mention Qrow over here with the save." Wulff said with a chuckle as he patted Qrow on the back.
His chuckle replaced only momentarily by a cough of pain from the hole in his shoulder being jostled around.
"It wasn't that bad, I coulda lived." Nikolai said with a smile.
"You idiot… that would've killed you like it did last time." Simmons said throwing his arms out as he referenced the time in Waterson.
"Killed?" Qrow said in a confused manner as Simmons started to take a tangente changing the topic.
"Oh, by the way… the names Simmons, this here is Hastings, Nikolai, and Wulff. Since we're all hunters we can call each other by our names." Simmons stated as he walked up to Qrow.
However, only a few seconds later, a turbine engine could be heard in the distance. This caused the four of them to look to Qrow as he pocketed a small device in his hand.
"Friends of yours?" Simmons said as his smile faded.
"My friend wanted to see you. Let's just say he's a little bit interested." Qrow said as he looked up to the sky, a strange metal vtol, similar in design to theirs, descended down into the field.
"I'm guessing you want us to get in?" Wulff questioned as he looked to Simmons.
Qrow nodded as Simmons shook his head, a look of both slight irritation and uneasiness crossed his face. Though he would want to go with Qrow, he knew that going with him would be a gamble. However, his stomach had other ideas.
"Sorry, but we got…" Simmons was interrupted as his stomach grumbled.
"Actually we're pretty hungry so if where you're goings got food we'll gladly accept." Qrow nodded as Simmons looked back to the other members of Hunter who all nodded in agreement.
After hopping on board, Nikolai removed the radio from his back and started to tinker with it. Pulling the cables and antenna apart, picking apart every piece that could be a problem.
"How long?" Simmons asked, leaning over his shoulder and looking at the opened up pack.
"Shouldn't take more than… there it is!" Nikolai shouted in triumph as the pack fuzzed to life.
Tuning the radio and giving it a little boost they were met with something they would have never wanted to hear. Something that made their blood run cold. Something that put the fear of god in their souls.
"Fredrikson… i swear to fucking God above and Super Earth as my witness in trial. If you don't get them on the line within the second I will tear your cock off and force you to eat it."
Yup… it was Kane. She could put the fear of God in anyones heart. Two occasions being the worst. When she was hungry, and when she was worried.
"Yes, right away… there! We have connection!" Fredrickson screamed in a mix of relief and triumph.
"Give me the mic! Simmons, Nikolai, Hastings… anyone!?" Wulff let out a sigh of defeat as he slumped in his seat, Qrow chuckling slightly.
It was Kane… a rather angry and now relieved Kane who had been on the verge of force feeding the communication officer his baby-maker.
"Yes Kane, this is Simmons, Hunter 1-1 reading you loud and clear." Simmons was cut off with a squeal of joy.
"Oh my God, you're alright… what about the others? We received a mayday from the pilots and didn't hear from you since. We thought you were permanently stranded… can't use dead since you'd already be back… but I knew you guys would be okay! I just knew you had to be..." Kane was ranting now, a worried and mumbled rant.
Qrow had raised his eyebrow for the umptenth time since entountering the four men, and this repetition of "Death" and "Back" in the same sentence was becoming a worrying one indeed.
"That's the thing, Briggs and Gates…. They didn't…" Simmons couldn't finish as he heard Kane talking off to the side.
"Briggs and Gates are KIA… Alright Medical has been informed. Those two brave souls." Kane said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Anyways, over the past few days we've finished up repairs and another two Transports have been fixed. Send us your coordinates and we'll have it down in no time." The presence of silence on the other end worried Kane as she waited for an answer.
Hunter on the other hand, didn't want to tell Kane that they were on an airship with a man named Qrow headed towards a friend of his.
"you see here Kane…" Hastings started in a thick scottish accent but was quickly interrupted by Kane.
"Who the hell was that?" Kane questioned in mild confusion as only Helldivers could access the com network.
"Hastings." Came Hastings' thick scottish brogue as Kane returned to silence.
"Well shit, the thing can speak." Kane said, slightly dumbfounded.
"Yeah, yeah" Came the mildly irritated Hastings. "as I was saying… We found this rather nice fellow named Qrow and we're headed to his friends place." Hastings finished he heard the other three members of Hunter slowly turned their heads towards Hastings.
"What… the… fuck." Simmons simply said as he stared at Hastings.
"I liked you better when you were silent." Wulff said with a sigh.
"I liked you better with rebar in your fucking head" came Hastings' instant reply.
"We're dead… game over man… game over." Nikolai mumbled as Hastings just raised an eyebrow, then he was alerted as to why.
"Maybe she's still processing his ability to talk?" Nikolai whispered as he leaned over to Simmons and Wulff.
Despite the appearance of Hastings ability to vocalize, Kane was much more occupied with what Hastings had just said a few seconds before.
"Oh…. I see… well then..." Kane started as the members of Hunter squad cursed under their breaths as Hastings speaking hadn't derailed her train of thought completely.
"Not good, not good at all." Simmons said as he recognized that tone.
"Someone from there, a native, is taking you to a friends house for a playdate?" Kane said in an eerily calm voice.
"Oh here she goes…" Nikolai said as he stood up from the radio and threw his arms up, or at least tried to as a sharp piercing pain shot through his chest causing him to crumple to the floor.
"Kane, not now please…" Simmons pleaded for forgiveness as Wulff spoke, turning his head as he noticed the heap that used to be Nikolai.
"We're hungry, he said they had foo…" A hand clamped down on Wulffs neck with such speed a normal human would have broken their neck, and Wulff soon wished it had ended his life then and there.
"Oh, no no no, Mr. Arthur," First names, this is bad, "did I hear Mr. Wulff correctly? Because you were FUCKING HUNGRY! You decided to hop on a magic carpet ride because your stomach replaced you dick in mental priority!" Kane went silent as she took in a deep breath, and let out a deep sigh.
"Alright… alright! Fine, Fuck it! Have fun at his nest, I guess you could wing it out there and fly on up whenever you get the chance. You hear me Qrow, you shit! I don't want my boys hurt or I will END Y…" Nikolai turned off the radio as they all turned to the now silent Qrow sitting across the hold from them.
It was dead silent in the hold as the entirety of Hunter team looked at Qrow before noticing something. A smile was creeping across his mouth as he started to chuckle.
"Uhm, did Kane break Qrow?" Wulff asked as they all shrugged, minus the mildly crumpled up Nikolai.
"No, it's not that," Qrow started as he laughed, "It's just that she reminds me of a certain white haired someone. I'm used to it… and the puns, the puns are nothing new, one of my nieces is the same way." Qrow finished as he wiped a tear from his eye.
"Also… is your friend okay?" Qrow questioned as he looked at the pile-of-a-man that made itself known in the center of the cargo hold.
"Aw shit… Dammit Map, you just had to go and rupture your lungs." Wulff mumbled with a tired sigh following close behind, as Hastings nudged Nikolai with his foot.
"Hastings! Don't nudge the injured." Wulff said in mild irritation as he pulled out his medical kit.
"Okay" Replied Hastings crouched down and began to prod him with his finger
"No! Bad…" Simmons scolded as he came forward, pulling Hastings away from the mortally wounded Nikolai.
"But he Looks like a potato" Whined Hastings
"God Dammit…" Simmons sighed as Hastings continued to point at the actually rather potato like body of Nikolai.
"He's not wrong…" Wulff said over his shoulder as he uncrumpled the body of Nikolai, laying him flat on the floor of the transport.
Qrow, unbeknownst to the Helldivers, sat there mildly confused at how these four had become Hunters with their complete disregard for their allies state. Qrow just let out a sigh and pulled a metal flask from his pocket. Uncapping the flask he raised it to his mouth before looking down and seeing a black visor an inch from his face.
"Cross…" Came a dull voice from inside the helmet.
"Uhmm… personal space buddy." Qrow said in mild discomfort as he put his hand on the man's shoulder and pushed before realizing the man wasn't budging.
"Crooked…" He spoke again, this time reaching for the necklace that Qrow wore around his neck.
"Uhp, nuh uh buddy… my necklace, my positioning." Qrow said as he scooted to the side.
Hastings fell forward onto the bench, his eyes still locked on the crooked piece of metal hanging from his neck.
"Soon…" Mumbled Hastings as he creeped back over to the other three including the now un-potatoed Nikolai.
Nikolai had started to stand, the medical gel slowly setting in his chest cavity as he stretched his arms. Realizing that the pain was gone he looked down at the hole through his plating where Wulff had injected the gel.
"Well, that's not safe." Nikolai quipped as he poked his finger through the hole in the chestplate.
"Oh shut up… you've had worse." Simmons stated as he sat down, his arms folded across his chest.
"But a bullet could go through this!" Nikolai whined as he pointed to the inch-wide hole with both hands.
"Like some crazy accurate asshole or something could kill me through this!" Nikolai continued to whine as Hastings slowly rose up behind him.
Quick as a flash, Hastings had his arms around his neck as put Nikolai in a headlock.
"I swear to Democracy, if you don't shut your fucking mouth hole I will, in your greatest time of need, kneecap you and break both your arms." Hastings growled as Nikolai went dead silent, although the silence was probably from the headlock.
Hastings released Nikolai, who upon hitting the ground, entered a second phase of potato state. However, he was still conscious and stared at Hastings who returned his stare with an I-got-my-eyes-on-you gesture. Nikolai turned his head to Simmons and lowered his voice to a whisper.
"Is it me or is Hastings like really fucking scary?" Nikolai asked, Wulff and Simmons looking at him.
"Well, it's not that he's scarier, he's always been like this, it's just that now the psychotic mute is no longer mute." Wulff said with a shrug.
"I don't see what's so bad…" Simmons stated as he leaned back and closed his eyes just wanting this trip to end.
After a moment of awkward silence Nikolai had deemed it safe to unpotato himself and take a seat. Wulff, Nikolai, and Simmons were seated at the rear of the craft when they realized that Hastings was nowhere near them.
"Where the hell is Hastings?" Nikolai asked, a mixture of concern and wonder at Hastings' ability to disappear.
"There…" Simmons pointed across the hold towards the far seat where Qrow and a man, presumably a soldier, were seated.
Lo and behold, there was Hastings. Seated firmly between the two of them. The soldier looked quite uncomfortable as Hastings was nearly pushing him off the seat. However, Qrow looked the most displeased of the two as he was constantly fending off attempts to grab his cross.
"Hey, Sammy, or whatever your name is… can you tell your squaddie to give me some space?" Qrow sounded almost on the verge of punching someone in the face.
"I could tell him… but, it probably isn't gonna make any noticeable difference." Simmons said with a smirk under his helmet and a shrug.
Qrow let out a long sigh as he looked past Hastings to the yellow armored soldier who had now moved to a different row of seats. Qrow threw him a glare that screamed "Really?", to which the Soldier replied with a "Not my job" shrug.
Hastings was now in a proper seat, and could now focus on his offense and not falling between the gap in the seats. Qrow was nearly at the end of his patience when the pilot came over the intercom.
"Attention passengers, we are arriving at Beacon Academy." The pilot cut communication as the side doors of the transport.
"That's a stupid name…" Simmons mumbled as Qrow whipped his head around and stood, ignoring Hastings who had missed and ended up on the floor.
"Beacon Academy is one of the most prestigious and well know combat academies in the world." Qrow stated matter-of-factly.
"Still sounds stupid. It's not free enough... " Simmons grumbled as he pouted.
"The hell does that mean?" Qrow asked, confusion laced in his voice as he sidestepped another one of Hastings' attacks.
"Free, like Freedom Academy or Academy of Democracy… oh what about The Liberated Democracy of Free Learning." Nikolai was rattling off names as the other three watched, nodding their heads in agreement.
As the transport neared the landing pad, Qrow and the soldier stood on the edge, holding onto the railing above the door. As the transport landed, the soldier looked to Qrow and leaned over.
"These guys are a bunch of idiots, why does Ozpin even want them?" He asked in a hushed whisper, the four of them still agreeing upon freedom filled names for the academy.
"I dunno, but these hunters are something… maybe they were…" Qrow started as the soldier interrupted.
"Commies, yeah I was thinking that too… they sure as hell don't seem like they graduated top…" The soldier was cut off as his aura felt a presence behind him, a menacing presence.
The soldier soon found himself being thrown from the transport, a group of students waiting just off the landing pad got out of the way. The soldier looked up from the ground as 4 heavy thumps of boots rang out across the landing area. Hunter Squad stood a few meters from him, a variety of barrels, and one recoilless rifle, pointed in his direction.
"The FUCK did you say!" Came Simmons booming voice as he holstered his shotgun and pulled out his pistol, approaching the soldier who was in the process of figuratively shitting himself.
Simmons reached the soldier and grabbed him at the top of his vest, lifting him up with one hand as he jammed the pistol into his chest.
"What… the… FUCK… did you say?!" Simmons shouted into his face again, his helmet distorting his voice.
"Idiots?" The soldier said honestly as he raised his hands in surrender.
"No, the other thing word… the… the C word." Simmons said as it rolled off his tongue almost leaving a bad taste.
"C… Commie." The soldier replied with a confused tone as the mother of all pistol whips was delivered to his abdomen.
Despite his aura, the air was forced from his lungs as he coughed, struggling to get air back into them. People in the crowd were whispering and some let out surprised gasps.
"You mother fucking piece of shit… Com…" Simmons visibly quaked and almost gagged as he swallowed, "Comm… un… ism Is a plague and a fucking curse on humanity! You dare make me say that word in front of my men! You… YOU sick son of a bitch." Simmons screamed in his face as he dropped the soldier who fell to his knees, gasping for much needed oxygen.
"Your kind must be cleansed." Simmons said in a monotone as he raised his pistol.
"W-what's communism?" The soldier questioned, his voice making it clear he was on the verge of tears.
Simmons dropped his weapon, as did the rest of Hunter Squad as they looked at each other. Simmons looking to Wulff who shrugged and then looked to Nikolai who returned with an equally confused shrug. Simmons then returned to looking at the man and knelt down infront of him, ignoring the small crowd of presumably Beacon Academy students surrounding them.
"What's a Com…" He paused before taking a breath before continuing with a shiver, "Commie to you?" Simmons asked, his voice now calm.
"A Communications graduate… what the hell else would it mean?!" He replied, a hint of anger making itself ever more present.
"Oh... pardon us." Simmons said with a sigh as he holstered his weapon, the rest of Hunter following suit as they put their weapons away completely.
The complete 180 degree turn freaked out not just the soldier, but Qrow as well who had been watching, dumbfounded, at the event that unfolded before him. Shaking himself back to reality Qrow stepped out of Bullhead and onto pad, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose, wondering if he was actually up for Ozpin's task of looking after these men.
"Now that that's over," Qrow started as he went over to the soldier and helped him up, "My friend is waiting for us…" Qrow was silenced as a pair of heels could be heard clicking along the ground behind him, a single thought making it's way into his mind.
'Oh Dust no, please not now' Qrow mentally pleaded as he looked over his shoulder towards the tall blond who had just made her way through the small crowd of students.
"Students! Please return to your classes. As I remember it, classes were scheduled to start in 4 minutes." The blonde said adjusting her glasses as the students quickly dispersed.
The students had all but vanished in a cloud of dust as the blond let out a long sigh. She took in a breath before turning back to the sight infront of her. A soldier being helped up by Qrow and the four men that she had heard about earlier.
"I presume your four were brought here by Qrow?" The blond questioned as she took out a device similar to the Helldivers Datapad.
She pressed a few buttons and typed a few things into the screen before looking back up to the four men. She raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting for a response. After a few seconds, and having received no response, she decided they were ready to get down to business.
"Well, if you four are ready we can head to the office…" The blond was cut off as Nikolai spoke out.
"Who are you?" He asked quite forcefully, causing the blond to give him an incredulous look.
"I am Glynda Goodwitch, and you?" She replied, still willing to let these men redeem themselves from their first impressions.
"Hungry, now where's the damn food." Hastings said as he adjusted Celia on his back.
"Wha…" was all Glynda managed to get out before being cut off again.
"Yeah… what's the big deal, we were promised sustenance." Wulff stated as he pointed to Qrow who let go of the soldier who started to wobble on his feet before catching himself.
Glynda looked to Qrow with her normally emotionless face showing a hint of confusion. Qrow just shrugged as he turned back to the Helldivers.
"Fine," Glynda sighed as she turned back to the four of them, "We will stop briefly at the cafeteria to allow the four of you a quick snack." Glynda finished as she turned around, looking over he shoulder to make sure they were getting ready to follow her.
"Alright, then let's move quickly. You have already wasted enough time as is." Glynda mumbled as she started towards the main complex of Beacon.
The four Helldivers looked about, admiring the somewhat dated architecture of the school. As they passed by the various buildings and students that populated them. It was at this moment that Wulff decided to speak up.
"So, what is this place again?" He questioned as Glynda faltered slightly before continuing.
"Beacon Academy, a combat school that prides itself in training the most prominent Hunters and Huntresses the world of Remnant has ever seen. In addition..." Glynda continued off on a long explanation but Wulff had quickly lost interest, resorting to turning to Simmons.
"So where the hell's the mess hall…" Simmons started, "Do they serve alcohol?" Nikolai added on as Glynda stopped mid sentence, looking back to the helmeted men.
"It is the way we are headed, and no… we do not serve alcoholic beverages on campus." Glynda stated in a mildly irritated voice.
"Oh, well thank god I brought my own." Nikolai stated as he pulled a flask out of seemingly nowhere.
"What… where…" Glynda stuttered as she watched the man lift his visor slightly and down the contents of the flask.
Nikolai wiped his mouth with the back of his glove before storing the flask, Qrow giving him a silent nod of approval.
"There will be NO alcohol on campus!" Glynda snapped, her patience stretching thin.
"Well there isn't anymore." Nikolai retorted with a grin
Glynda let out a rather loud sigh as she just straightened her back and turned on her heel. Ignoring the smirking duo of Qrow and Nikolai who just looked at each other, a newfound respect between them.
After another minute a rather large hall with sets of large wooden double doors lining its sides. Glynda stopped in front of one pair of double doors before turning to the four visitors.
"You have three minutes to grab a small snack before we head to the main office complex. Please be quick and do not cause a disturbance." Glynda stated as she gripped the riding crop at her side tightly.
"Don't worry Miss Goodwitch, we'll be as proper as…." Simmons froze mid sentence as he snapped his head from side to side rather quickly.
"Simmons, what's wrong… shit…" Wulff said as he too noticed what was wrong with this picture.
"How the hell does he do this shit! Like he was here two fucking seconds ago!" Nikolai exclaimed as he threw his arms up and slumped against a nearby wall.
"Where the FUCK did Hastings go!" Simmons yelled in defeat as he fell to his knees, the door to the cafeteria just closing.
A/N: Oh dear... Hastings has run off... and is not going to follow the wise words of Glynda
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