"… Did I hear that right? TFC? You want us, to attack their Headquarters?"

"That's right ya hardhatted Texan! What, you're gonna chicken out like a pussy?" The Australian taunted, grinning smugly at the group of people in front of his desk. "Besides, I'm payin' ya here! You don't want a hundred thousand dollars?"

"N-No, just that…"

Spy stepped in and finished the Engineer's sentence for him. "What my friend here asks is that why are we attacking the base. For all we know, we could just be fighting over a useless piece of gravel."

"Pfft, who'd you think I am? Some hundred-years old brother? No questions asked, just do the job." He adjusted his hat so that it sat perfectly on his head. "So, you lot in?"

"… Alright, we're going in. We expect payment by-" He looked at Engineer, who raised two fingers. "- Two days after we finish the mission, as well as half of the payment in advance. Is that acceptable?"

"Course it is! Here! Bidwell, my man! Bring this lot over here a suitcase!" Immediately, a man stepped out of nowhere and pulled out a suitcase from his ass. At least, that's where the group of mercenaries assumed he took it from. Setting the suitcase on the table gently, the butler opened the bullet-proof, explosion-proof, impact-proof and radiation-proof suitcase and showed the contents of it to the men.

"Damn! So Mister Hale, ya just got some suitcase full a' money just layin' 'round here?" The Scout leaned in and started admiring the glorious stack of money contained within the suitcase.

"Course! Best way to store money!" Saxton Hale boomed, his voice echoing off the walls.

"Did Earth invent banks?" Blake whispered into Summer's ears.

"Well that, or this guy is too stupid to use one."

"Point."

Back At Base

"How long since they left again?" The blonde questioned out loud, receiving a '5 Hours' from Blake as her response.

"Ugh, why are they taking so long!?"

Ruby looked up from the weapons magazine she was reading. "Well they did say it will be quite a long drive, even with mister Sniper's van."

"Still though, just putting us in this base and telling us to sit and wait? I can't take it anymore! I need to punch something." Yang jumped off the bunk bed she was given and walked out of the room, leaving the RWB of RWBY and Summer alone.

"So…"

"Any ideas what to do?" Blake said, looking at the occupants of the room. "No? Guess I'll keep reading then." Blake sat up and grabbed a book from a bookshelf nearby.

"Then I'll take a nap now. Wake me when they come back!" Summer literally jumped onto her bed and almost fell asleep instantly, her snoring echoing slightly in the room.

"…"

No one talked for a while with only the sounds of Weiss filing her nails and Ruby and Blake flipping through pages of their respective books filling the quiet void.

Weiss stopped filing her nails and looked at the red head. "Hey, Ruby?" The girl did not answer, instead remaining glued to the weapons magazine she got her hands on with a thin line of drool flowing down from the corner of her mouth. "Ugh, Ruby!" Still no answer. Weiss sighed and walked over to the red head, and semi-shouted into the girl's ear.

"DOLT!"

"Ah! Uh-ah w-what?" The red head finally realized the chilly aura the ice queen was giving off, and laughed nervously while rubbing her neck. "Hehe, was a little lost there, sorry."

"It's fine, but I want to ask you something."

The team leader put her magazine down and gave space for Weiss to sit on her bed. "Hmm?"

"What do you think of Earth?"

Ruby's face scrunched up lightly in thought. "Well… It's nice… Quite hot… Lots of weird people, and lots of weapons…" Her eyes slowly trailed over to the magazine on the bedside table before snapping back to Weiss. "What about you?"

Weiss did not expect the question to be redirected towards her, and caught her by surprise a bit. "It's... An interesting place." Weiss said, choosing her words. "In some ways, Mann Co. resembles the Schnee Dust Company." She admitted with a huff.

"Huh? How?"

"Well, Mann Co sells weaponry. The SDC do as well. It's also the largest supplier of munitions in the world much like my grandfather's company. Mann Co also holds some modicum of power in the world government as well. At least, that's what I read about." Weiss pointed to the pile of books on her table beside her bunk bed.

"Huh… Say, are you looking forward to going back to Remnant?"

A thin nerve bulged in Weiss' forehead. "What? Of course I am! I can't stand this place! Dust everywhere, and I'm not talking about the Dust we use for weaponry, the dirt kind of dust! No air-conditioning even though we're in a desert, the air is horrible," Weiss stopped mid-rant and took a deep breath, before releasing it slowly. "And worst of all, no. quality coffee! Can you believe that!?" Ruby giggled at Weiss' ranting, and the conversation continued on for some time.

Blake suddenly stood up and put away the book she was reading. "I'm going to check up on Yang." She walked out of the room and looked around for the bimbo, but found no signs of her. "She's probably at the gym." She muttered to herself.

"Control room… Kitchen…Gym, there you go." Pushing the door open, Blake was greeted to the sight of the blonde brawler punching the hell out of a punching bag. Yang casted a glance towards her and winked, before resuming her assault on the bag.

"Careful, looks like it might burst." Blake referred to the visible dent in the bag.

"Heh, these bags are not so tough. Beacon's got waaay better equipment." The brawler commented.

"True that." Blake walked over to a bench on the sidelines and sat down on it before crossing her legs. "Besides, I don't think this world's training equipment are made with Aura-capable people in mind."

Yang laughed and threw another punch at the punching bag on the verge of bursting, continued with a right hook, then a left one. The contents of the bag finally came flowing out once the brawler delivered an Aura-infused punch, almost making Yang fall over from the sheer amount of sand that came gushing out.

"Ugh, that's the third one now. Hey Blakey! Help bring over another one!"

TFC Compound

"You see any of 'em?"

"Yep. Got my sights on three guys."

"Think you can make the shot?"

"Engi, it ain't about whether I can make the shot, it's how long they have until a bullet is through their heads." Without another word, the Australian squeezed the trigger on his Hitman's Heatmaker. Without even waiting to confirm his kill, his arms moved in a fluid motion as he chambered another round into the rifle, then squeezing the trigger. This action was repeated one more time before all three of the guards on the distant watchtower dropped dead.

"Nice shot! Alright, Heavy, Medic, you should be clear." He released his grip on his radio and a voice cackled through.

"Da. Come on now doctor!" The Texan looked through his binocular and saw the duo moving through a small door.

"Hey Engi, ya ain't worried 'bout your dad possible in there?"

"Nah, I extracted some information from one of the merc's dead brain. They aren't here."

"Huh."

"Demo, you got the charges ready?"

"Sure thin' lad!"

"Alright, do the honors." Before his sentence even ended, a bright flash erupted in the centre of the compound. The thunderous sound soon followed as the base was thrown into chaos. "Alright Sniper, time to move." He stood up from his prone position, grabbing his widowmaker lying nearby as he did so. "Alright everyone, time to kick-ass! Yeee-Haw!"

Nearby, a smiling American let out a mad cackle and turned towards his comrades. "These sorry excuses for men shall not stand against our strength! SCREAMING EAGLES!" His voice was drowned out by the sound of a rocket impacting his feet and propelling him over the five-meter high wall. The Pyro and Scout nodded at each other then charged into the walled compound through a hole Soldier had blasted through for them.

"Wh-oa! Nice try there pal!" Scout ducked under a swing from a tactical knife and kicked the offending mercenary in the guts. "Eat this!" Before the man had a chance to recover, the Scout battered his baseball bat into the man's face then finished him off with a swing that cracked the man's neck. The cocky Bostonian raised his scattergun at an approaching enemy with a minigun in hand. Smiling, the Scout sprinted over to the TFC Heavy clone and jumped over his head, shooting a shell into the back of the man as he landed. As the man turned around, the Scout then aimed his scattergun and fired at the man's head, leaving nothing but a bloody mess behind.

"F-Fire!" Scout turned around, just in time to witness a Scout aiming a nail gun at him shakily. The Scout smirked while running up to the person and batting the gun out of his way, before landing a neck-snapping hit on the head.

"I am the Scout here!" Scout taunted, bashing the TFC Scout's head in even more with his bat. "You'll only dream to get to my level!"

Pyro's enemies were a lot less fortunate. The first one did not even have time to raise his nailgun before an axehead gorged his neck out. The second one, a TFC Soldier, got his rocket reflected back at him and turned into a gibbed mess. The third enemy became a pile of charred bone after napalm melted his flesh off. The fourth put up a fight with the Pyro as he blocked an overhead slice with his wrench, and delivering a few shots from his railgun. The Pyro ignored the pain in its stomach and continued its assault, eventually taking the TFC Engineer's head off. But not before disemboweling the man. Because why not?

The Texan cracked a wicked smile as he plunged his spinning Gunslinger into a man's gut. The spinning hand continuously ground the man's insides into a paste and spraying blood absolutely everywhere.

"YEEE-HAW!" The Engineer retracted his Gunslinger and punched another mercenary with the robotic hand. The Medic's head jerked back as his nose began to bleed from the impact, giving the Engineer enough time to raise his pistol and empty a 9mm into the field medic's head. "That 'oughta do it!"

Meanwhile, Soldier was busy dishing out pure American patriotism in the form of rockets flying everywhere and dozens of TFC clones killed in every way imaginable, from having a snapped neck, a shotgun slug in the face, A combat engineer's own boot shoved down his throat and breaking his trachea, a chest cavity caved in with the shape of a boot.

"AMERICA!" Soldier began to dual wield both his rocket launcher and his shotgun and start patrionizing everyone in his general vicinity which did not don the clothes of RED Team. As his rampage began, obnoxious music began blaring from thin air as his attack increased in ferocity and brutality. Somehow.

One poor sod received his death in the grand form of an entrenching shovel splitting his brain in half, which was then used to hack off the TFC Medic clone's head.

"Hey Demo! Get more stickies here!" The Scotsman mock saluted the Engineer and pulled out his sticky launcher. He casually plopped a few explosives in the warehouses littered throughout the compound, and blew them up. This was repeated until he had no stickies left. But even then, he just shrugged and continued to launch pipes everywhere.

"Agh! Run! Run! Fuck this!" A TFC Scout threw his weapon on the ground and took off with several of his comrades in arms following him. Slowly, the resisting forces gradually lost morale, making the mercenaries' job of murdering them in inhumane ways that much easier.

As for the remaining mercenaries that did not make it out in time, the Pyro gave them all a good flesh melting dose of fire. All the while with a cheerful laugh.

The still clutching his Grenade Launcher Demoman looked around. "Alright, did we do our job?"

The compound was now nothing more than a few pieces of debris and smoking ruins. Bodies were littered around, death in all forms and in varying levels of brutality a human mind can barely imagine, blood was spattered over almost every single square meter, vehicles were destroyed, and fire was commonplace.

"Yes Demo, we did. Now I believe we should get back, it's getting late." The Spy said, turning around and walking back into the treeline. "We shouldn't keep the fine ladies at base waiting. After all, 'Hell Hath no fury like a woman scorned'."

Scout rolled his eyes at Spy's use of the age-old saying. "Yeah yeah, all the ladies are too soft to hurt my handsome face. So that's invalid to me." He slung his bat over his shoulder and began following the assassin into the clearing in the forest.

Engineer chuckled and put his pistol back into his holster and began walking, until he heard the sound of slapping. "Soldier! Stop beating that body!"

The American did not hear him, instead choosing to continue beating the living(?) shit out of the dead body of a TFC Sniper. He had to be given a shot of anesthesia by the Medic to finally calm him down from his battle adrenaline, and placed in the back of the Sniper's van. "Alright! We're movin' out!" Sniper released the brake and drove his vehicle down the narrow dirt road they came from, leading to a road. Which then he flicked the switch and the van zoomed off into the sunrise, accompanied by a chorus of screaming men slowly fading out.

One Hour Later

"Brake!" Sniper's left hand reached for the emergency brake and pulled it, making the entire van stop abruptly. Save for the Sniper and Engineer, the ones sitting in the driver's compartment, the rest toppled over from the force of inertia and slammed into the thin metal sheet separating the driver's and passengers' compartment. A bulge appeared in the metal in the shape of Heavy's body pressed up against it.

"Fuck inertia!" A muffled Scout's voice sounded.

"And that!" Sniper said triumphantly. "Is why you wear seatbelts!" He opened the door to the passengers' compartment and Scout fell down on to the floor. The Demoman, Spy and Medic were sitting on top of each other as the others were pressed up against the wall.

"There ain't any seatbelts here, dumbass!" Scout weakly croaked out as the air was pushed out of his lungs by the mercenaries on top of him. "Ge' off me!"

After a series of awkward positioning and attempts to get out of said awkward positioning, the men finally got off the vehicle and walk back into the base, where they were greeted by Team RWBY and the Rose. "Professors! How's the mission?" Yang asked as she wringed her hands.

"Smooth." Was the only response they got, as the merc's were all relatively worn out from the battle before. "I'm going to hit the bed. G'night." Engineer slowly trudged to the barracks and slammed the door before the girls could ask anything.

"Damn. Guess he's really exhausted." Sniper commented, before yawning. "Anyways, I'm going to bed. Don't wake me up after at least eight hours or risk having a bullet embedded in you skull." He said all-too casually. The Sniper followed the Texan and went into the barracks, and into the room he and Engineer shared.

"Found what you wanted?" The Australian said, leaning on the wall opposite of the Engineer.

"… Naw, I couldn't find anything on my dad. The only thing that might be of use is that there's a record in the computer logs that the 'original' team were moving out…" The Engineer laid back on his bed and sighed. "Where to, I don't know. It was redacted."

"… Why do you want to find your dad so badly?"

The Texan looked confused at the Sniper's question. "What do you mean?"

"I meant exactly what I said. And yes, I know, because you said that you wanted a family reunion," Sniper said. "But there's something other than that. So tell me, why do you want to find your father?"

"I…" The man took off his hardhat and sighed again. "I found an invention of his years ago. I did everything I could, but I couldn't crack what it is. So, I want to find my father for that." The Engineer looked the Sniper in the eyes. "I'm a man of science, friend. And I don't let anything go unexplained."

Sniper crossed his arms and became silent for a while, before speaking up. "… So you're saying you don't actually want to reunite with your father, and you just want to use him for your own personal gains?"

"Me? Reunite with him? Heck no – He's a dick! He killed his own wife and tried to frame me for it! And when he failed to do so, he played it off as an 'accident'. An accident – Getting stabbed in the back – A fucking accident my damned ass!"

The Engineer slowed his quickening breathing and calmed down, before continuing.

"Worse of all, the police can't touch him. They don't have enough evidence for it! Besides, before he joined the TFC, my dad was the head of research on their secret projects, so they can't do jack against him even if there's evidence!"

Engineer took a deep breath and looked up at Sniper.

"So yeah, you could say I don't want to meet him. But I plan on killing him anyways after I get my hands on what that invention is!" He spat out venomously, face contorting into anger. Before dipping his head sadly.

"…"

"…"

"Tell me…" The Engineer sighed. He knew Sniper respected his dad, so his reaction to Engineer wanting to kill his father might be negative.

"… How you want his death to look like?" At that, Engineer looked up and was greeted with the smug smiling face of the marksman. "I can make it look like an accident. Or if you want, I can just kill 'im and not get traced back."

The Engineer's mouth hung in shock and surprise, but his mouth soon contorted into a devilish grin. He held up a fist in front of Sniper, to which the marksman responded in kind with a fist-bump.

"I knew ah' could count on ya, Mundy."

"Trust me Dell, say the word, and I'll be doing it." The Sniper replied in kind with a predatory grin plastered over his face.

-Line Break-

"Bye Heavy! Bye Sniper! Bye Scout! Bye Soldier! Bye!" Ruby shouted, before stepping into the teleporter and disappearing in a flash of light. Team RWBY followed soon after, and Team R.E.D. were next, before finally leaving Engineer the only remaining Team R.E.D. member on Earth.

"Leavin' so soon, eh?" Sniper said, making the engineer standing next to him nod. "Mate, my offer still stands, just tell me where and how, and I'll get it done." He smiled at the man, which nodded.

"Once I get my info, then I'll tell ya." The Engineer said, before grabbing his rucksack and stepping onto the teleporter. "See ya!" He gave a two finger salute to the rest of the mercs, before finally being whisked away to Remnant.

"KILL SOME NAZI SCUM ON THAT PLANET FOR ME!" Soldier screamed as the Engineer disappeared, his hand remaining in a stiff salute all along.

Sniper looked at the empty space above the teleporter for a moment, before chuckling to himself. He smiled and turned back to his comrades in arms. "… Better get back to work, eh mates?"

A/N: And that concludes the Earth arc! Next chapter, Team R.E.D. and Team RWBY is back in Remnant, and we finally entered Volume 3! Featuring training, training and training in preparation for the Vytal Festival!

Now, I'll have to point out something that has been bothering me. It is also the reason for why my chapters had been sporadically updated, and shortened.

I don't write for views and attention, no, I write for fun and the want to put my thoughts and ideas into word form and putting it on show for the world. But, I've been hitting obstacles lately. Namely the lack of reviews and feedback.

Feedback, in my opinion, is what can drive writers to continue writing, as pointed out by a very helpful review by the Reviewer UN. I'm dangerously close to dropping this story and moving on to another by now, but his review really gave me something to think about.

Anyways, my point is that writing to an invisible audience is hard. So, if you can, I apologize in advance if I sound a bit overbearing, point out facts, errors, grammar, plot holes, or even outright critisize me. But, if you don't feel like wanting to review, then I'm not pushing you to, it's up to you.

But nontheless, I will continue to put out chapters, just not on a very stable schedule.

And so, concludes this Author's note!

Reviewer UN: That was a good Christmas gift, really lifted my spirits somewhat. Yes, it's true that a lack of viewer feedback is the main wedge for me here. I won't say Chief of RAGE 'stole' my audience, more like he catered to a much larger audience than my story does. He is my BETA for a while now, and has been really helpful. All in all, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

Also thanks to Chief of RAGE for the BETAing! Go check his story out by the way if you haven't, it's certainly better than mine.

Bye!