A/N: Hey guys! This time the chapter was released on a saturday... but it's a short chapter and I am very sorry for that. But hey, that's what college does, it messes with your scheduale.

Now that that's all said and done, enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think!

Everyone sat there in awe, some shielding their eyes from the bright glow that emanated from Hastings.

"That's new…" Simmons mumbled as he stared at Hastings with a blank expression plastered on his face under his helmet.

Suddenly, Hastings grew brighter and then the light was gone. He looked at his hands and flipped them over. The murmurs of the police were the only sounds being made in the shop as the alarm had been silenced. Although if you looked hard enough you could see a faint light shining from behind the polarised lenses of the helmet.

"Hastings?" Wulff question cautiously as he looked towards the police and then back to his ally.

However, as Wulff took a step towards Hastings a small arc of electricity shot between his fingers, the small discharge coating his upper torso in a faint blue light. The police couldn't tell from his motionless gaze at his hand, but Hunter sure as hell could tell that a sadistic smile was creeping it's way across Hastings face.

Hastings took a step forward, electricity arcing off his boots and into the tiled floor. Long scratches of ash dug into the tile as he moved forward. His hands held in front of his face as if he were in awe at the power he now held.

"I know I didn't use up all my vodka rations…" Nikolai stated in shock as he watched the electrified Hastings slowly move towards them.

The rest of them had hopped to their feet as the SWAT Officers at the front of the store managed to pry the metal shutter away from the entrance. Their fear overriding their senses as they pushed their way through the metal, the door revealing itself as one of them got down and kicked out the glass. They left their weapons where they had dropped them, not caring about anything but getting the hell out of there.

"I guess that gives us our escape route." Simmons shrugged as he motioned to the newly destroyed shutters.

"Although that hole is a bit small. Hastings, can you do anything about that?" Wulff looked back at the glowing Hastings, electricity arcing across his suit and between the plates of his armor.

"I can try…" Hastings growled as he stomped over to the door, his actions seeming to become heavier, almost as if he was magnetized to the ground.

Hastings approached the shutter and looked it up and down. He brought his hand to the chin of his helmet and gave it a good scratch before holding his hands straight out, palms open towards the security shutter.

Sure enough, electricity started to arc into the metal. The lights in the building started to flicker as the energy coursed through the electronics connected to the shutter. Simmons, Wulff and Nikolai looked on with mild interest as the metal started to melt. The energy coursing through it was clearly too much for it to handle.

"There…" Hastings pointed to the opening he had melted through the shutter, bolts of electricity arcing from his pointed finger into the metal that still surrounded the door.

"Thanks, Hunter mover out!" Simmons bellowed as he pulled out his shotgun and skirted around the electrified Hastings, not willing to come in contact with the clearly powerful surge that originated from his body.

They reached the door and kicked open the cracked and ashen glass. The first thing they saw was the presence of several heavy police trucks and some menacing looking SWAT units. Kitted out with shields and what looked like stun batons.

They walked out of the store and the sounds of safeties clicking echoed out as the police readied themselves. A shroud of tension fell over everyone as the members of Hunter observed their opponents. In the distance the familiar sound of VTOL engines droned. Their ride was approaching rapidly and they needed to clear them out.

"We need to get through them… Our rides almost here." Nikolai and Wulff nodded as the crackling of electricity behind them started to get louder.

From behind one of the vans came a rather tall man wearing riot gear. In his hands was a megaphone. He brought the megaphone to his mouth and spoke.

"Drop your weapons and surrender now!" The man's voice boomed as civilians watched from the police line a few dozen yards down the road on both sides.

"Surrender now or we... will open... fire..." The man trailed off at the same time the crackling got louder behind the three of them.

"Oh Dust…" The man dropped his megaphone and looked on in awe as Hastings exited the building, the crackle of electricity and the blue arcs surrounding him.

"What's the matter… is it Hastings? Yeah he does this kind of thing." Simmons brushed it off nonchalantly as he threw his thumb towards Hastings.

The police started to lose their nerve at the appearance of this man. The appearance of a small drone above went unnoticed as Hastings push forward.

Vale Police Headquarters

The police Chief sat there, an emotionless stare on his face as he watched the live feed playing out before him.

"How?" He questioned as he continued to bore holes in the screen.

"Heroes, killers and now consuming Dust? These men will never cease to amaze us." Another man spoke, pausing as he raised his mug to his lips.

"Ozpin… these men attacked Beacon, how can you be so… calm about this whole situation?!" The Chief sputtered out at the Headmaster as he looked between both Ozpin and the display.

It was indeed the strangest thing he had ever seen in his life. Here these seemingly normal men were stopping the White Fang one moment and facing off against the police another. Not to mention consuming Dust, something that would kill even the strongest man, without an aura themselves.

"It seems as though one of them has developed a semblance from consuming the dust. One of my students, a Ms. Nora Valkyrie can channel electricity, yes, but she cannot outwardly project it." Ozpin paused for another sip as the Chief listened to his words.

"How can we stop them, my men do not hesitate to shoot grimm, but a human with the abilities of a monster? How do you fight this?" His anger showing through his clenched teeth.

"Look's like we will see soon enough." Ozpin stated in a monotone as he pointed to the display, a small smirk creeping onto his lips.

From the clouds came a large vehicle. Though it looked like a Bullhead the design was entirely different, though appearing blocky it was substantially faster than a Bullhead. It dropped rapidly before flying low over the heads of the police, the four men looking quite relieved, their stances loosening as the vehicle touched down on the green grass of the park.

"What the Hell is going on." The Chief could only mumble as he watched the sides of the transport open.

The camera focused back on the police blockade, or what remained of it. The Chief looked on as his jaw hit the table. Ozpin's eyes opened just a little bit wider as he looked upon the large swath cut in the line of cars and SWAT vans.

It looked as though everything had been picked up and thrown aside. The addition of a few dozen wounded officer lying around on the ground, blood pooling around some of them, caused the Chief to recoil slightly.

"Damnit … they cannot escape." The chief picked up the scroll and connected.

"Chief?" Came a voice from the other side, the sound of yelling and the screams of civilians poured through the speaker.

"Do not let them escape! They cannot be..." He bellowed but was quickly cut off as the officer grunted.

"Chief… the men are petrified, they refuse to move. Hell, even I wouldn't go up against that demon! They wiped out the shields and tossed us aside like it was nothing." The SWAT officer shouted back as the scroll hung up.

"Well, it looked like an aura is no longer enough." Ozpin stated with a small sip as he stood and made towards the exit of the room.

"Oz, what do we do… our people aren't safe anymore. With the White Fang and now these Monsters!" Ozpin stopped a few feet from the door and looked over his shoulder.

"Though they may be monsters it appears as though they harbor a hat for both the Grimm and the White Fang." Ozpin pulled out his scroll and tapped a few times before sliding it back into his pocket.

Ozpin left the room as the Chiefs scroll buzzed, the main display in the room quickly changing to show assorted reports from outside vale. Most of the pages belonged to outlying towns and cities but the most prevalent publisher was The Waterson Word.

'White Fang Outpost Turned Graveyard' read one of the articles. Another read 'City Saved by Mysterious Soldiers'. The Chief continued to read the pages, each one pointing to a mysterious group of soldiers that seemingly popped out of nowhere and dealt with the Grimm or White Fang in the area and then disappeared without a trace.

A Few Moments Ago

"There it is!" Nikolai yelled as the transport peaked through the clouds.

"This is your time, Hastings. Don't kill anyone." Simmons said with a broken smile to the oversized battery behind him.

Hastings grunted as he stepped forward, the police aiming their rifles at him. They seemed hesitant at first but soon gathered themselves up as one officer fired. The rounds sped through the air before simply halting. Blue bolts surrounded the rounds floating in front of Hastings. They seemed to be trapped in a cage of electricity.

Hastings cocked his head before holding his hand out, the rounds dropping to the ground. The clank of the material on pavement was the only sound that echoed down the street. Hastings simply smiled as he held his hand out towards the barricade. What happened next sent the police lines into chaos.

The vans and squad cars started to lift off the ground as the police scattered away from their vehicles. Hastings simply flicked his hand and the vehicles shot off to the sides, crashing down onto the ones that still sat on the ground.

It was at that moment the police started to return fire. Simmons, Nikolai and Wulff all took cover and opened fire on the unorganized and broken police forces. By the time the actual shooting had gotten underway a majority of the civilians had already retreated indoors or out of harm's way.

"Doc, on your right. Keep up that fire!" Simmons barked as Wulff nodded, his rifle sweeping to the right and forcing a shielded officer back behind a SWAT van.

The transport had started it's descent as the engines rotated downwards. It started to lower itself slowly before dropping the last dozen feet, smashing into the ground. The sides opened as Simmons and Nikolai rushed ahead towards the awaiting transport.

"What about Hastings?" Wulff shouted as he pointed to Hastings, his movement slowed as he focused on the police behind them.

"Shit, what do we… wait… what the hell is happening to him?!" Simmons shocked exclamation caused Nikolai and Wulff to look at Hastings.

The police seemed to stop firing as well, the intense glow coming from behind Hastings helmet and the lack of electricity arcing away from him was worrying as well. They looked on as Hastings hand grasped onto his helmet before the metal on his suit started to melt, his body quickly giving one final twitch before a bright flash cut across the field.

Simmons, Nikolai and Wulff removed their hands from their visors as they watch the form of Hastings crumbled into dust, the slight wind carrying off the particles. His entire form evaporating into the wind. Within a few seconds he was gone.

"That's not fucking normal." Nikolai mumbled out as he stepped onto the transport, a tiny subconscious twinge of fear and worry tugged at the back of his mind.

Wulff and Simmons quickly entered the transport as the door closed. They looked out the windows at the scorched spot where Hastings stood a moment ago. They had to admit they worried slightly as the transport started to lift off the ground.

A/N: Well shit, that was pretty gosh darn short... I hope the next chapters I output reach back up to at least 4K words.

Take care and until next time.