Chapter 48: Three Wise Monkeys

Yang, as Trevor, was driving alongside the coast waiting for something to happen. Then several people under conference started calling Yang and she picked up. On the caller ID picture was Michael and Steve Haines.

Steve (on phone): Townley's on the line.

"Who?" Yang asked.

"Michael's original last name," Ruby responded.

Michael (on phone): Hey, Trev.

Steve (on phone): Alright, I need your whole crew over at Cape Fish, we're moving on the chemical weapon plant.

"Wait, why are we doing this again?" Weiss asked.

"It's because there's some very toxic chemicals that if in the wrong hands could destroy the world," Blake responded.

"Gee, haven't seen that plot," Ruby rolled her eyes.

Michael (on phone): Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah… I just gave something to Lester.

"Don't tell me you're going to snitch out on us again," Yang commented.

Michael (on phone): I need to deal with some stuff, get back to Los Santos… just uh, give me a week.

Steve (on phone): We got the equipment with your Paleto money. The gangbanger's already on the way.

"We never really gangbang anyone," Yang muttered.

"I know right!" Blake exclaimed, before looking away embarrassingly. (Somewhere else: "What a weird set of teenagers," a man commented, his shirt bearing the letter L. "Gine must have weird taste in subjects.")

"Must be in Ninjas of Love..." Yang murmured.

Steve (on phone): The window is open my friend, and you are jumping out of it.

"Hopefully we won't die," Ruby said.

"Maybe we might end up with a broken leg," Weiss remarked.

Michael (on phone): Shit, shit!

Trevor: Los Santos ain't going anywhere, bud.

Yang went into the gun shop and replenishes her spent ammunition and body armor before heading out to the mission marker.

Monkey Business

Once there, the camera transitions showing the pier before transitioning to Michael.

Franklin: Hey, what's up?

Michael: (looks behind) Oh. Hey man.

Franklin stands beside Michael and accepts the fist bump offered by Michael.

Michael: How you doin'?

Franklin: Man I was wonderin'. Have you heard from your family?

Michael: Yeah, sure (pauses for a brief moment) nah, it's a lie. I haven't heard a fucking thing.

Franklin: Damn. That's fucked up, man.

"Let's be honest, who gives a shit about his family?" Yang asked, which the rest of the team shook their heads in agreement, "thought so."

Michael: Yeah well...not gonna matter, we're all gonna be dead in about a half hour anyway.

Trevor: What's going on, ladies?

Trevor pops into the scene, walking towards the pair.

Michael: Hello, Trevor. What kept ya?

Trevor: Business. Micheal. Business. Alright? I'm the CEO of a big international corporation, it's very time consuming. Nothing of course, you'd understand, being a gentleman of leisure.

"Oh, here comes the punchline!" Ruby exclaimed.

Trevor: You know, you know, Franklin. If there's one thing you're gonna learn from being around us…

"Is that the world you live in his bullshit and it's all virtual?" Yang joked.

Michael: Plead fuckin' insanity. Then they can't fry ya.

"Oooo...nice deflect by Michael there." Ruby commented as if she was shoutcasting a match.

Trevor: If you want something' done, then go to the busy man. This rich fuck (points his finger at Michael as if he's shouting "Objection!") is useless.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ruby yelled at her top of her lungs with her hands acting as the megaphone.

"Ruby! Sit down! It's not even that good." Weiss barked, "I've heard better at a child's playground."

"As if your apparent lack of humor could even be qualified to judge humor," Blake snarked, her

"OOOHHH!" Ruby, Yang and Professor Gine, who kicked the door open, shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Yeah gimme five!" Professor Gine exclaimed as he ran around the corner holding out his right hand. Yang and Ruby complies and gives him a five. The enthusiasm soon comes to a halt as Professor Gine reaches Blake, who was surprised by the sudden entrance, gave him a blank look.

In response, Professor Gine took her hand and slapped his hand with it, forcing a high five, and then he proceeded to walk out of Team RWBY's dorm in a dignified manner, without skipping a step. The door closes automatically as he walks out.

After the door was shut close with a thud, Weiss, who sat motionless during the random event, suddenly snapped out of her shock induced paralysis.

"W-what the?" Weiss, still shocked and awed by Professor Tor Gine's explosive entrance, was at a loss for words. You know what? Nevermind.

Back to the game…

Michael lunged slightly at Trevor, applying the theory of "if looks could kill", however, Franklin held out his arm and stopped Michael.

Franklin: (stuttering) Ho-Ho-Hold on, man. Can ya'll knock this shit off?

Trevor: (points his finger) Oh look! Boys, your boys, it's the Feds.

Trevor turns around and kicks the sand as Devin Weston and Steve Haines walked towards Franklin and Michael.

Steve: (lifts up his shoulders and arms) Hey. Where's the other three?

Michael: What other three?

Steve: We told you to bring along six. This is a six man job.

"You didn't," Blake commented.

Michael: No you didn't.

Steve: (lays his finger at Dave) Dave did.

Michael: No, Dave didn't.

Dave: You said you'd do it.

Steve: That is a frickin' lie!

"You have a very mature grasp at this situation, sir," Blake remarked.

"Oh look, a man-baby!" Yang joked, receiving smirks from Ruby only. Yang frowned. How come Blake only gets the laughter?

Oh I dunno, maybe because she's funny? Professor Gine said telepathically.

NO! She's not and how?

In case you didn't know, I can read thoughts along with telepathically communicate, I know. It's overpowered, something that contradicts my statement the other day. Just that I have three conditions in order to make a link.

Oh. Yang said, going back to the game.

Have fun~ Professor Gine bid Yang farewell, shutting the link between the two of them down.

Steve: I do not get things wrong.

Michael: Alright, great. Then we're out of here. Fuck it, let's go. [Steve: Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.]

"Mission accomplished! Gold!" Ruby joked. Steve interrupted their exit.

Steve: You three can do it alone.

"You said it was a six man job, so how're we supposed to do it?" Yang asked.

Michael: And die? Fuck you! You (Michael jabs a finger towards Steve) do your own dirty work!

"Yeah, screw you. This is suicide!" Weiss said, she isn't sure what the place is or how fortified it is, all she knows is that without proper prep it's gonna end bad. Her evidence? The last few times they tried to do something based on winging it.

Steve: Hey I do my dirty work every day! Keepin' the country safe from scum like you.

"By manipulating them, using them as pawns in your schemes to secure funding," Blake muttered.

Franklin: (gives Steve a slow round of applause) And you doin' a great job sir.

Blake can't help applause as well because they are doing so well in handling crime and other threats in Los Santos.

Trevor: Hey. You want this job done? Then come with us, huh? Come on. Come on, Mr. Leisure Wear! Mr. Depressed Accountant!

The team exchanged looks while containing their laughter.

Trevor: Let's go save America!

The screen of the game froze and Yang pressed all sorts of buttons to continue it.

"I think I broke it," Yang muttered disappointedly. Out of nowhere, the team heard the feedback from the speakers. (A/N: We're experimenting don't worry.)

AMERICA. FUCK YEAH!

("More like America fucks you," Blake remarked.)

COMIN' AGAIN TO SAVE THE MOTHER FUCKING DAY, YEAH!

("Very subtle lyrics America," Weiss remarked. "Very American," Ruby commented.)

AMERICA. FUCK YEAH!

FREEDOM IS THE ONLY WAY YEAH!

TERRORIST YOUR GAME IS THROUGH 'CAUSE NOW YOU HAVE TO ANSWER TO!

AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

SO LICK MY BUTT AND SUCK ON MY BALLS!

("Oh, typical Americans," Blake scoffed.)

AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN WE COME FOR YOU NOW.

IT'S THE DREAM WE ALL SHARE

IT'S THE HOPE FOR TOMORROW!

FUCK YEAH!

MCDONALD'S FUCK YEAH!

("Wait, they also have that egregarious burger brand in America too? I mean, I imagine McDonald's is everywhere, but on Earth? Shocking…" Weiss muttered.)

[AN: B-but, I thought McDonald's originated from America!? * has stopped working*]

WAL-MART FUCK YEAH!

("They have Wal-Mart too? Man, that's kinda scary," Ruby commented.)

THE GAP FUCK YEAH!

BASEBALL FUCK YEAH!

NFL FUCK YEAH!

(NF-what now?" Yang asked blankly.)

ROCK AND ROLL FUCK YEAH!

THE INTERNET FUCK YEAH!

SLAVER-

Before the speaker could finish the verse, Blake takes out Gambol Shroud and shoots the speaker, static can only be heard after the ordeal. Blake shoots it again as a means of ensuring that the job is done.

"FUCK YOU!" Blake exclaimed, flipping off the speaker.

"Oh great, now we have to answer to the professor for property damage," Weiss said.

"Oh psh, it'll be fine, he's nice, I think?" Ruby dismissed.

"Okay, the screen is frozen and…" before Yang finished, the game continued the cutscene. "Presto."

Franklin: Who the fuck are we savin' it from this time?

"People who are labeled as terrorists but aren't terrorists," Blake said deadpanned.

Steve: This is the real deal.

"As real as your reality TV show." Blake snarked.

Steve: My sources are convinced there's a plot in International Affairs, y'know "The Agency" and they're using this facility to make a serious nerve toxin.

"So how is that a threat to us exactly? It's still shitty that there's a deadly toxin in the works, but it's ours so what's the deal?" Yang asked.

"This reminds a lot of Black Ops," Blake remarked.

Trevor: (flings rock into the ocean) Bullshit!

Steve: Yeah. Which they plan, in their mind blowing insanity, to let a major terrorist release on a major metropolitan area, so they can continue to get funding.

"That's fucked up!" Weiss exclaimed, not caring about her colourful language usage because she's in shock that they would pull off something that dangerous.

"What kind of country would do that?!" Ruby exclaimed too.

Steve: Nothing increases funding for fighting terrorism more than successful acts of terrorism.

"Hey Atlas, take notes!" Blake remarked.

"Yeah, maybe then you can invest in better security and make sure your walking tanks don't get stolen again," Yang added.

Trevor: So-so alright. So let me get this straight then… you're-

Steve: No-No-No-No-No-No. No. There's no getting this straight, that's the point. Now we're doing this! You two (points at Trevor and Franklin), are on getaway. Fuck off and make it happen.

Steve: Michael! You're with us! What size flipper you wear?

With that, Michael, Trevor and Franklin gets departs, before Michael flips them off. The camera then transitions underwater, revealing the underside of the boat.

Steve: Agent Norton. It's been awhile since you were in the field. Sight of you in neoprene is something we save for our worst enemies.

Dave: Shut up. I'll be fine.

Steve: And you, get in. You're driving.

The pair of agents get on the boat and beckons Michael to take the driver's' seat.

The camera transitions again, now on the normal third person view, signaling Yang to play.

Dave: Follow the coast to the south. It's not far.

Yang holds down the Right Trigger, making the boat accelerate. The boat conquers the waves with relative ease, ramping off of it. She then veers right, heading straight to the yellow marker.

Michael: Listen to me, Steve. No wisecracks, got it? No fucking clichés. We're fighting for the freedom of the people today.

Blake shoots the speaker again, ensuring that , again, the speaker remains destroyed.

Steve: Don't lecture me about patriotism. You've been living outside the system for too long. Social responsibility a joke to you.

Michael: So maybe I redeem myself, get killed in the process, huh? That old bullshit.

Dave: No one is dying on my watch. Not even the burnt out bank robber with temper issues and nothing to live for.

"Daaaaaaaamnnnnnn! Yang yelled. Yang arrives to the marker.

Dave: This is the bay. We can get in through the discharge tunnel.

The trio got out of their seats and sat at the sponsors of the boat, all of them adjusting their scuba masks.

Michael: Here goes.

The game beckoned Yang to press the button shown on the top left corner, the trio plunged into the ocean, once under, Michael lights a flare and drops it. Yang swims towards to the yellow marker.

Steve: There's a grate over the outlet. Townley, you've got the cutter. When we get there, go to work punching through.

Michael: Roger that.

Soon enough, they've reached the grate.

Michael: Okay, using the oxy-hydro cutter on the grill.

Instructions popped up on the top left side of the screen and Yang complies, holding the Right Trigger and moving Michael's arm, cutting the bars off one at a time.

"That's useful for our heists," Yang commented.

Steve: That's burning at over three and a half thousand degrees.

Michael: Yeah thanks for the science lesson. Can I keep this for the next vault I hit?

Steve: You've got a limited supply of gas in the cutter, so get this right.

"How about we use it to torch your face off?" Yang warned.

Michael: So, you got any more little facts for me from the instruction manual?

Steve: Thought you'd want some intel on the equipment we sourced using your hard won funds.

Michael: Ah, I figured it was gonna go on a wardrobe full of windbreakers oh and maybe some nipple clamps too.

A few seconds later, Yang finally severed the last metal bar.

Michael: That should do it.

Michael pushes the grate over, gaining entry into the tunnel. He lights a flare and holsters it to his right.

Steve: Okay, we swim down the tunnel, gain access to the facility.

Michael: You sure this thing comes out where you think it does?

Steve: The intel is good. We're a hundred yards out.

Michael: Ah, feels like I'm giving a colonoscopy to the Statue of Happiness.

Steve: Nice change from being up Trevor Phillip's ass all day.

"I think I vomited a little," Weiss groaned.

Dave: You feel that? Water's getting warmer.

Michael: You wet your pants, Davey?

Steve: This is a cooling tunnel. Of course it's getting warmer, no one urinated.

"You could've fooled me," Blake snarked.

Michael: Uh...I know for a fact that that ain't true.

"Oh really?" Weiss questioned.

Steve: The problem with this job is I only get to know the criminals who are dumb enough to get themselves caught.

Michael: Only I wasn't caught. Remember, I turned myself in.

Dave: He makes a point.

"Welp, there goes the insult. Ruined by facts not found in your instruction manual, Steve," Blake snarked, receiving laughter from the rest of her teammates.

Steve: That makes you doubly dumb.

"Considering the fact that he's in Witness Protection and also set up in a multi million mansion, yeah, he's dumb," Blake deadpanned.

Dave: Final turbine. Nearly there.

"Finally!" Yang exclaimed as they entered into a large room.

Dave: That's an air pocket. Take it up to the surface, people.

Yang swims towards the surface and reaches for the ladder.

Steve: Come on, get up the ladder.

Upon reaching the ladder, Michael climbs up and starts stripping off his diving gear.

Dave: Guh, how are we, huh? We ready?

Steve: I was born ready. Let's do this.

Michael: Come on Dave. What's the plan?

Steve: Hey. Hey. Hey. (Michael turns his head to face Steve) We locate the toxin and action our escape strategy.

Dave: That's what we got.

Michael: Great. Lead the way.

Steve: Bank robber, your job is to keep this covert and non-lethal as long as you can.

"That's the boring way of dealing things," Yang murmured, But really, given the situation and how there's three less people in this job, it's going to be hard going loud."

As one of the two agents who the team can't identify opened the door, Michael pulled out a taser. They spotted a scientists with his back facing the three infiltrators. Yang quickly tases the scientist.

Dave: C'mon let's go.

At the end of the room, a bodyguard walked up, only to surrender. Yang quickly gives him a lesson in practical electricity .

Steve: Okay. Now we hit the elevator.

Michael: So what exactly does a neurotoxin look like?

Steve: You're on a need to know basis, bank robber

"He doesn't just rob banks, y'know," Ruby pointed out

Shut it. Elevator's coming down, someone's on board.

As the usual chime, the elevator door opens revealing a scientist. Yang gave him a kiss on the forehead with her taser.

Steve: Collect the swipe card.

Yang walks over to the body, collecting the swipe card as the pair of agents get into the elevator, shutting the elevator doors.

Michael: How you feeling about this?

Steve: I'm feeling pretty damn fine.

Michael: Yeah if only your camera crew was here.

The elevator chimes, opening the door.

Steve: Round to the right, come on.

Yang follows the pair of agents.

Steve: We're fine. Move on.

Yang takes point and moves into another corridor, having visuals on two scientists.

Steve: You see the lab geeks? I don't want any trouble from these two.

"Oh don't worry, they'll just be sleeping…" Yang gave the two scientists the Shocker "for a while."

Steve: They're down, let's go.

Yang follows Steve, making a left.

Steve: Corridor goes around to the left. Don't sit there, bring it to them.

Yang plows through the double doors, entering a room with green lighting.

Steve: Behind the wall. Security detail about to make a pass.

Yang complies and hides behind the wall. Soon enough, two guards were seen.

Steve: This is them, take 'em out or let them go.

Yang chose Option A and tased the guard behind the first. Using Michael's ability, she waited for the taser to recharge and delivers a shocking message to the first guard.

Steve: They've gone. We got some time.

The trio rushes out of the room, proceeding to another corridor. The trio have finally arrived at the anterior of the lab.

Steve: Use the card on that swiper.

"Man, do we really have to do every single small detail in this," Yang groaned.

"Well you are the protagonist and this is all for immersion," Blake remarked.. Yang swipes the card into the swiper, gaining entry into the laboratories. Once the door's fully opened, the trio rushed into the laboratories, guns at the ready.

Steve: Lab rat in the cage should have the secret sauce. Come on.

Dave takes aim at the scientist in the lab.

Dave: Give us access!

Scientist: (raises both of his hands) I don't know what you think you're doing.

Dave: The locking mechanism is triggered from the inside.

Michael: Pause it. We've got company.

Steve: I'm on it.

The company is revealed to be a scientist. Yang takes aim at the door in anticipation, conducting electrotherapy on his head.

Dave: We've dropped your buddy. Now open the door before we blow it up and drop you.

Scared shitless, the scientist opens the door, allowing them access into the lab. Yang then thanks him for his cooperation by allowing him to rest on the ground with a electric shock.

Steve: The special agents have the door. Go in there and secure our nerve agent.

Yang quickly goes inside the lab.

Michael: (unscrews the lid) This will make me… the most dangerous man in the country. (lifts up the container and grabs the vial, holstering it) I'm also the most shit-scared. Oh man. Thank you, Federal Government.

Yang then exits the lab, and quickly follows the pair of agents.

Steve: The toxic is volatile, we need to get it into a refrigerator unit.

Just then, a warning message can be heard as the trio rushes into the corridor.

"Welp, so much for subtle," Yang said as she pulled out a shotgun, laying shotgun rain on every single guard she meets.

Steve: It's going to get heavy here. Use a real gun.

"Waaaay ahead of you Steve-o!" Yang replied as she blasts guards down with her shotgun.

Michael: Move up! Don't think about it!

Yang rushes into the room and lays waste to the guards, injecting shotgun pellets into their bodies left and right.

Dave: Can we go?

Steve: Another guard.

Yang uses Michael's ability and scored a headshot, decapitating the guard's head off.

Dave: Poor bastard.

Yang reloads as she walked into another room.

Steve: Left up here. Push for the exit.

Dave: Along here, to the left.

Another guard pops up and goes down, apparently having been fed a whole lotta shotgun pellets to the face.

Michael: You hit me in the wrong place, and we're all fucked.

"I hear monkeys!" Ruby exclaimed.

Yang pushes forward and takes a right, dispatching any unlucky guards who just so happened to work here today. As she pushes forward, cages with monkeys can be seen, screeching for their apparent life as they gaze their eyes upon Yang's impressive wave clear abilities with a shotgun.

"Awh, poor monkeys," Ruby commented, wearing a sad expression.

Steve: (kicks one of the cages) Man, these apes are pissed. It's almost like they've been experimented on.

Steve then proceeds to shoot the door locks off, kicking the door away as he charges into the warzone.

Steve: Last push. Come on.

Dave: A distress signal will have been sent out. Expect reinforcements.

Michael: The military? Great.

"Eh, no biggie. I mean, we lost them by just riding a train," Yang pointed out. Yang takes cover behind a box and dispatches another two guards.

Michael: I don't wanna be here either.

Seeing as her and her enemies are set apart by quite a distance, Yang switches to her Assault Rifle and open fires, using Michael's ability to score headshot after headshot.

Michael: Press on!

The trio proceeds to a loading bay and runs towards the rolled up shutters, neutralizing any military personnel that comes in their way. Yang spots the unit and proceeds to sprint towards it.

Dave: Get the agent in that refrigeration unit. It's over in that container. Come on!

Steve: Here we go. Get her on ice before the sell by.

"Wait, why are we trying to steal it? It's going to kill everyone!" Weiss exclaimed.

Michael: Okay. Steady. Easy does it M. (pulls out the container) Just as I was getting used to the apocalypse in my pocket (places the vial into the container and pushes the container back in, locking it.) There you go.

Dave: Phillips is on his way.

Steve: Good. Get this thing ready to move.

Trevor (over the radio): I'm just a couple klicks out. The package ready?

The camera switches to Trevor.

Michael (over the radio): The package is ready. Get over here, man.

Trevor (over the radio): I can't believe they spent the take from the Paleto Job on this chopper. It's a flying big rig.

Michael (over the radio): And we need a flying big rig right now.

Yang quickly flies towards the container and steadily lowers down to the container. The camera transitions to Steve Haines who is running towards the team wearing an agitated expression.

Steve: Agency response team's already in the building!

Michael: It's never too late! We're going! Let's go!

Steve: It's too risky, bandito! That bird goes down, it takes half the West Coast with it.

Michael: You know what, if you're done puking up excuses how about we come up with a solution?

Steve: (raises his arms in defeat) Okay! Okay! Alright, you go and I'll stay and cover!

Michael: Fuck it. Fine by me.

Dave: And the dead bodies?

Steve: (takes out his sidearm) I'm lucky I'm not one of 'em.

Michael: Come on

Devin: (at Trevor) Let's go!

The camera then transitions to Steve who shoots himself in the thigh.

Steve: (groans) Ahahhaah! Woo!

A trio, one Agency agent and two military personnel, rushes into the scene, with their guns up, and spots Steve. They quickly surround Steve, guns at the ready to put down Steve with just an appliance of slight pressure on the trigger.

"Damn, for a second I thought he would shoot himself in the head," Blake lamented.

"That would've relieved my headache…" Weiss groaned.

Steve: (pulls out his ID) FIB! Special Agent! I got this covered!

Agent: Detain this man!

Steve: Fuck you! I should detain you! I just took a bullet for my country!

The camera switches to Trevor, enabling Yang to fly.

Michael: Go! Go! Go! Pull us up!

The game instructs Yang to fly back to the airport, she complies, pushing her left stick forward.

Trevor: What happened back there? Where's Agent Haines? Don't tell me we suffered casualties.

"Unfortunately no…" Weiss scoffed.

Michael: Only self-inflicted ones. Fucking guy shot himself so he could pass as a double agent.

Trevor: (grunts) Maybe they'll debrief him with a twelve inch aluminium flashlight.

"I wouldn't mind that…" Blake murmured to herself.

"Jeez, you'd just take in anything eh Blake?" Yang teased, a moment later Yang suffered a smack to the back of her head. The assaulter being Weiss.

"W-what are you saying?" Weiss stammered as a bright shade of red appears on her face.

"Cool! What can Blake take in?" Ruby asked, innocence is a virtue they say.

"Uh…" Yang struggles to pass the innuendo off as a kid-friendly concept, "you'll know when you're older," Yang said, trying to stop the conversation here and now.

"But Yaaaaaang, I'm not a child anymore, I drink milk!" Ruby declared, sticking her thumb towards herself as a sign of pride.

"Alright, alright, fine. It's about time you learnt anyways," Let's see here, Yang ponders, I could probably tell her a story but she've listened to all of them. Blake is a definite no. Ooh, what about Weiss? Yang peers over to Weiss' section of the dorm's bookshelf, damn. All academic stuff. So I'm out, Blake's out, Weiss' out and that leaves…PROFESSOR GINE! Yang makes a mental speed dial to Professor Gine.

Yes? Oh, that. Sure. Professor Gine replied, nonchalantly.

"I'll let Professor Gine tell you a story, he should be...uh...knowledgeable! About it," Yang piqued, pacifying Ruby. Blake and Weiss shot her a questioning look what are you doing!? Blake and Weiss demanded in their minds.

Dave (over the radio): Haines took the easy way out. We're the ones hoping we'll outrun the Agency response team.

Trevor (over the radio): I think Franklin's the one taking the easy way. Guy's got his feet kicked up in an aircraft Hangar.

"So what was Franklin's role in all of this?" Ruby asked.

"I guess the vehicle for transporting the chemical," Blake guessed.

Michael (over the radio): Look, let's just get to the airport so we can finish this bullshit.

Dave (over the radio): When you drop us, I'll take the nerve agent. Mr Phillips, can I trust you to dispose of the chopper?

"He'll most likely respray it and claim it to be another company chopper," Yang said.

Trevor (over the radio): I got more important things to worry about than messing around with this stupid chopper. Like things with actually mean something. Not made up wars with made up enemies. Matters of the heart.

Dave (over the radio): (to Michael) Is he fucking with me?

Michael (over the radio): Probably not.

And with that, Yang has finally reached the truck. She lines up the container with the trailer truck and drops it. The container falls and lands with a heavy thud. She then lands the cargobob. After she lands, Michael and Dave gets out of the helicopter greeted with the sight of Franklin walking towards them.

Michael: Hey, Frank.

Franklin: What's cracking, man? So the chemical weapon in there, right?

Michael: If it even is a chemical weapon. Hell, it could be shaving cream for all I know.

"So you stole a very effective shaving cream? You monster!" Ruby joked loudly.

Michael: By the way, next time you're getting wet (turns to Dave) oh but there won't be a next time will there, Davey? There never is.

Dave: I'll do my best for you. I always try.

Michael: Yeah, well maybe this time we'll get lucky. Maybe this time Steve will succumb to the strains of enhanced interrogation techniques.

Dave: (scoffs) Interrogate him, are you insane? They're probably decorating him right now (walks to the truck).

Michael: Hey Davey your boys at the Agency are onto you, remember? Huh? You and Stevey.

Dave: Just try and keep your heads down.

A metallic door being shut can be heard, followed by the truck accelerating out of the landing strip.

Michael: Ah putz.

As Michael and Franklin walk into the hangar, Michael's phone chimed, indicating that a message has been sent to Michael.

Michael: (takes out his phone) Ah who's this? Oh! Fucking A, yes!

Michael proceeds to fist pump as if he won the lottery.

Franklin (surprised): What's up, man?

Michael: My days in the wilderness are over (Franklin walks over to Michael and peers over Michael's shoulder to get a glimpse of Michael's phone) Lester. He settled up with that crazy Mexican motherfucker. Gave him the artifact (chuckles) now as long as Trevor handles the wife, we're good.

Franklin: But what about him, man?

Michael (dismissive): Fuck him, he likes the desert. Besides, we do one big score, we're all gonna have to go on our separate ways anyway. (on a high note) Oh man, I can't wait to get back to that movie studio.

Franklin: Huh. Yeah well alright man. Well shit, I'll holla at you later then, alright?

Franklin fistbumps with Michael before leaving the hangar.

Michael: What a shit show. I'll tell you what, you can take this desert, and stick it. My life may be a world of pain, but from here on out it's gonna be cool, comfortable, air-conditioned pain.

"And go through the abundant of first world problems I have on a daily basis!" Weiss remarked.

"First world?" Ruby questioned.

"Apparently, it's sort of a club that includes countries like America, Germany, England and others as they are right," Weiss summarised, "I did my research."

Michael: Take it easy (gives Franklin a light slap on his shoulder).

"Famous last words Michael, famous last words," Weiss remarked again.

Michael heads back further into the hangar as Franklin walks out of it, raising up both of his hands.

The camera transitions to Trevor, whose driving his usual vehicle, with Patricia riding shotgun. Yang continues to drive towards the yellow marker as the radio is playing a sad country song.

Patricia: I had a wonderful time, Trevor, but we both know I made a vow to my husband.

Trevor (feeling grievous): (chokes on his tears) I know.

Patricia: You have a great pain inside you, but you are a beautiful man…

This made team RWBY laughing as what Patricia said could not be even more far off the mark.

"Wh-hah-whahahah, oh ho ho hoo woo that's a doozy!" Yang laughed.

"He-haha-help me! I'm going to die!" Weiss said, laughing.

Trevor (still feeling generous): I've never been so happy and so sad in my life.

This set Team RWBY roaring as Trevor's response enhances the comedic value of their conversation.

"Oum, my stomach," Ruby said, covering her stomach. Ruby is slapping the coffee table as she tried to contain her laughter to no avail.

Patricia: You have a beautiful way with words.

"PFFFFTTTT!" Weiss spat. Team RWBY's laughing intensifies as they wraps their arms over their stomach, trying to curb their laughter.

Trevor: (sobs) For...for some...for some reason, everyone I love, abandons me.

Ruby falls down, rolling on the floor in laughter. Yang slaps the coffee table even harder, causing it to crack a little as it was hilarious.

"This...is comedic gold!" Blake said, tearing her usual stoic appearance away with laughter.

Patricia: I am not abandoning you, I'm going home.

Soon enough, team RWBY's laughter died down a little bit.

Trevor: (still sobbing) If he mistreats you…

Patricia: I know. I know.

Soon enough, Yang arrives to her destination. Trevor is seen sniffling as he tries to choke himself with his tears. He was about to get out of his vehicle when Patricia grabbed him by the arm.

Patricia: No. Stay.

Patricia gets out of the pick-up truck and proceeds to the anterior of her house.

Trevor: (stands up in his vehicle) You better treat her right, man!

Martin Madrazo is seen, with a bandage over his head, holding up a rose.

"Looks like someone had an earful," Yang commented on the injured Madrazo.

"Booo! Get off the stage!" Blake, Ruby, Weiss and Professor Gine, over the speaker, jeered. In response, Yang grabbed Zwei and chucked him at Blake. Blake dodges it effortlessly as Zwei penetrates through the wall, flying out of their dorm. Followed by two pillow missiles hitting Ruby and Weiss.

"Oh no Zwei!" Ruby exclaimed before jumping out of the room quickly and returning the room within seconds with Zwei in her arms.

Martin: I will, amigo!

Trevor: Yeah, otherwise...the other ear!

"My God, what did you do Trevor!?" Ruby exclaimed, shocked by the mob boss' appearance.

"He probably had the ear as an appetizer," Blake guessed .Patricia arrives at the anterior and is greeted by Martin Madrazo.

Martin: Of course! The way I see things, you and me and Michael, we-we're friends now. Good friends.

Martin then proceeds to hold the rose out for Patricia who walks past him nonchalantly, knocking the rose off Martin's face, proceeding back into the house.

Martin: Such good friends, that we will make an effort to avoid one another.

"Sounds like a good deal to me!" Yang remarked agreeingly.

Trevor: That's fucking perfect.

Martin: A-A-And thank Michael for the statue! It is exquisite!

Trevor: Yeah...yeah I will.

Trevor then sits down again and Yang drives off, after setting a waypoint to the nearest gun shop in Los Santos.

MISSION SUCCESS!

SILVER!

"Aw man, time's part of of the checklist!" Yang lamented and heads off into Los Santos.

Torgine's Notes: Sup. Exams are OFFICIALLY over! Expect The Last of RWBY Chapter 4 to come out when it's ready. One could say that it going to be bright, light and sunny unlike the last chapter. Also, just to let you, dear readers, know that we've officially set a name for AO3. It's called Amalgamus.

Also, yes, Professor Tor Gine would be a regular cameo character (which nobody asked for it to happen). Let me know in the reviews section what do you think of the official implementation of Professor Tor Gine!

One final thing, don't worry, Grand Theft RWBY and the other fanfictions are going to be up in AO3 as an archive as soon as if SOMEONE would put down Payday 2 for a while to actually give me permission to all of his chapters.

Lakero45's Notes: NO! There's a new safehouse that can be upgradable and I'm grinding that shit hard! Exams are not over for us in the US. We're still here studying our asses off in the states. And also, there comes that dreadful time where we have the PSATs and the SATs. So yay.

Also we need to remember to include Zwei in this stuff, man we keep forgetting he's here and we apologize,