I'll keep this quick, I have received lots of criticism(primarily through PM) regarding my treatment of RWBY and its characters. To which I say, I understand my stories aren't for everyone, however, if you have a problem with my writing and how I portray the realism and dark, gritty, nature of certain situations I have rated my stories M for this reason and recommend you should read the ratings on the story before reading them.

Now, given the absolutely ludicrous amount of praise and interest on the other hand regarding my crossover I decided why the hell not and would do another one. This won't be a common thing, but while I'm working on my Avatar fic I figured another one wouldn't hurt. I also recommend you read that one.

Anyway… Let's begin.

Chapter 1

Election Year

The inside of the armored vehicle rattled like a tin can, a team of 6 Operators all decked out in Navy blue shirts and pants accompanied by black rifles, black helmets, black tinted goggles, black gloves, black chest pieces, black knee pads, and you get the picture. Despite the threatening contents inside this metaphorical can of whoop-ass, there sat a man dressed in a pristine black suit and tie that cost more than these guys would make in their lifetimes. He was drawn into his phone while a voice chatted away on a wireless earpiece on his right side. Funny enough, his bald head actually shone slightly under the interior light of the truck.

Now one might be wondering, what the fuck is happening and who the fuck are you? My name is Chek Williams, though most guys just call me Chek. I was a new member of the VRT, Vale Response Team, a military/law enforcement hybrid that was used for special assignments. Given the weird state of Vale over the past few decades, the Armed Forces have been weirdly implemented into the Police Force. Not like Marshal Law, but because their simply weren't any wars to fight, half the time the Vale Army just ended up being the backup to Police raids that got too frisky or, for a case such as myself, they'd pull guys from the Army. Shit's weird… I know, even I don't fully understand it.

As the ride began getting longer, and frankly more boring, my team leader, a career soldier by the name of Kelly Daniels, pressed down on his push-to-talk and radioed in to the driver. "How long Briggs, I'm starting to get nervous?" The truck came to an abrupt halt as a sudden shock and a muffled sound could be heard through the thick metal walls. "Briggs?" Another long pause followed, Kelly's thumb began slowly moving to his safety switch on the side of his Mk18 before Briggs responded. "Just a protest of Faunus, diverting to the secondary route." With the explanation given he relaxed backwards as the long ride continued. Our secondary route would take about 30 minutes more but would be a lot better than trying to split the protest blocking the streets.

"Hey, we gonna get this show on the road. I've got a meeting with my campaign directors in 10 minutes?" The politician seemed annoyed at us for some reason for the delay. Frankly, I couldn't really blame him, the truck was hot and very cramped we all wanted off this ride. It was at this time Kelly raised his hand to calm the gentleman. "Sir, we're simply taking extra precautions to ensure your safety. We'll be at the destination short-" It was at that moment a loud explosion could be heard in front of us. Our heads all perked up as the synchronized sound of safeties being switched off echoed inside the compartment. "LEAD VEHICLE JUST TOOK A FUCKING ROCKE-!" As the driver finished his sentence a sudden force rammed into our vehicle and knocked us on our side. We could hear shooting outside and began moving towards the door to begin securing the area.

My ears were ringing and my head was throbbing, I steadied my wobbling MICH helmet and began climbing out of the truck as the setting sun illuminated the streets near the harbor. My boots hit the concrete, I raised my rifle and began moving towards the nearest piece of cover. Our rear vehicle, a black Sudan, had 4 dead officers surrounding it. I took in the whole scene from behind the hood of a parked car on the side of the street and noticed that a giant semi-truck had rammed into our vehicle. It had a massive red container on its ramp and from the back of the cargo container, White Fang soldiers began pouring out and moving towards us like sharks to blood. "Omega, weapons free, light 'em up!" Kelly called while picking off 2 soldiers who had rushed up to far and to early than the rest of their comrades. I followed his lead and double-tapped a rifleman who had peeked out of cover and was firing from the hip. A pink mist flew out behind him as his legs collapsed and his body went limp, folding like a lawn chair onto the ground.

"Dispatch, convoy has been engaged, 2 vehicles are down but VIP is still secure. We need backup now!" One of my teammates radioed in while taking cover behind the armored truck we'd arrived in. "Hey on the roof, left side!" Another voice I couldn't make out called from a position I didn't know. I looked up and without a doubt there were a pair of gunman firing down on us, I opened fire but with the stress and adrenaline I missed my first shot and clipped one of them on the shoulder. They both ducked into cover and I began suppressing while the rest of my team began pushing the White Fang on the street further back.

"Suppressing!" I shouted while emptying my magazine with each pull of the trigger, I could see their heads coming up only to shoot back down as another round whizzed over them. "Bounding!" Kellys yelled as another operator pushed forward to an overturned car and took up firing positions there. They then proceeded to lay down their own suppressing fire while I pushed up past them and towards the end of the cargo container that was surrounded by White Fang bodies. Alongside me were 4 other VRT members, scanning the dead and checking the bodies, plenty of them were still clutching their rifles as they were strewn out across the street in awkward positions. We stacked up on the end of the semi-truck and prepped a stun grenade as we could hear the shuffling of feet inside. "3, 2,1… Tossing stun!" I quickly reached around the side of the open container and whipped the grenade inside, I heard a loud bang and we pushed in. 5 gunmen were clutching their ears and blinking rapidly while stumbling around like a drunk guy in a pub. I rested my weapons sights onto their chests, hesitating for only a moment hoping they'd surrender.

They quickly dropped to their knees as did their weapons, with raised hands and dazed eyes we heard them crying out for us not to shoot. "GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!" "DON'T MOVE!" "KEEP YOUR HANDS UP!" A symphony of loud voices echoed inside the container as we began arresting each one of them. The clicking and clacking of handcuffs. "Williams, grab someone and move to the roof. These fuckers are dug in like ticks!" I grabbed my push-to-talk and began transmitting, "Copy Kelly, just keep 'em suppressed" I pointed over to the only other guy I remembered the name of, Hendricks, I think it was? "Hendricks, your with me we're dealing with those guys on the roof." He simply nodded his head as we moved into the small corner shop across from the docks. We moved in and found at least 6 civilians all on the floor covering their heads, glass shards all over them. "Police, remain calm, stay down!" I shouted as we moved over the desk of the small cafe and into the backroom. Technically, I wasn't ever made an officer I was Army after all but it's standard procedure, the merge has always been weird. We found our way to a small staircase and began moving up slowly, as we reached the top we could still hear gunfire coming from the other side of the door that lead onto the roof. I waited for the squeeze under my leg as I stood in front of the door and once I felt it I kicked the door wide open as me and Hendricks both pushed onto the roof and aimed our weapons at the pair of shooters.

"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUN-!" I didn't get to finish my sentence as one of the shooters, a deer faunus with a brown complexion, shot me right in the chest and I hit the ground quickly. 2 quick shots rang out afterwards and Hendricks dropped down beside me, pulling out a first aid kit. I was in immense pain but I could tell the plate caught the bullet just fine. "I'm fine… Just gimme a minute…" I wheezed out between breaths before grabbing my radio and calling it in. "Omega actual… Shooters are neutralized." I got back up to my feet clutching my chest and limping down the stairs to the street. "Good shit Williams, looks like you were worth the transfer afterall. Get your asses down here, we've got a problem." Oh fucking great, I thought to myself as I exited the shop and into the small perimeter we'd setup around the wreckage. I looked around confused until Kelly simply pointed down the road and the threat became apparent. That fucking protest had followed the convoy and had just stummbled upon a bunch of dead bodies… Dead faunus bodies. I ejected the 30 round magazine from my weapon and inserted a fresh one into the magwell and slapped the bolt release and with one satisfying click I was locked and loaded. I walked up to a parked car on the side of the road and propped my weapon onto it, I could feel the anxious sweat running across my body.

"Boss, they don't look to happy!" Hendricks called out in a panicked voice while Kelly simply continued yelling at whoever was on the other end of his radio to get backup to our location. The crowd began marching towards us as the shouts and curses got louder. Civilians still inside buildings were pulling out their scrolls and taking video at the standoff, soon enough the crowd was throwing bottles, rocks, and about anything they could lift at us. They were maybe just a little over 30 yards away, they began walking up to the fallen bodies of the White Fang we killed and from my eyes, some of them got a little too close to those guns around them. It was at this time a little faunus girl walked out of the crowd and up to a dead body of a wolf faunus and began shaking it. "Daniels… Shit's getting heated!" He simply replied with "Hold your ground!" The VIP hid inside the armored truck as the crowd inched closer.

The little girl was mouthing something along the lines of "Father" or "Papa" I couldn't quite tell, meanwhile, Daniels was shouting at the protest to get back only for them to continue to shout curses and things along the lines of "Murderers" which given the current scene around us... Didn't help our case. The little girl reached for her fathers weapon and began lifting it with all the strength she had. She swayed slightly and struggled to lift the weapon, she couldn't of been more than 8. "DROP IT!" I shouted as loud as I could while my breath quivered and my hands shook. She only ignored me as she began walking towards us, the rest of the group unaware of her presence. "DROP! IT!" I continued as she stood in place and began raising the rifle towards Hendricks. "LITTLE GIRL JUST DROP THE FUCKING GUN!" Her finger went for the trigger and the barrel was pointed directly at Hendricks who was to busy scanning the crowd to notice the tiny threat. She pressed her cheek against the weapon and squinted her left eye close. "PLEASE JUST DROP IT!" With no clear intention to drop the weapon I took aim at the small girls chest. As I align my sights the world went slow, the crowd went quiet and the only noise was the sound of my own beating heart.

With no other option…

I began squeezing the trigger…

4 Hours Earlier…

"The convoy will pass through 49th before making a right turn onto 23rd, if all goes well, we'll be there in less than 10 minutes. If needed we'll divert on 37th to the secondary route." Kelly retracted the pointer stick and placed onto the table beside him. We all sat in our chairs with shorts, t-shirts, and the occasional ball cap. The objective was to escort Edward Hammer to his office building to meet with his campaign directors and advisors after a rally downtown. We all shuffled in our seats and rolled our eyes at the prospect of it all, it was a 3 vehicle convoy with armed personnel, frankly, I didn't see the reason for all of it. "If there are no further questions, your all dismissed, be ready to mount up in the next 3 hours." With that said we all stood up from our chairs and went to go grab lunch downtown.

I pulled the red cap over my head and placed my hands in the pockets of my khaki shorts, the plain grey woolen shirt making me indistinguishable from the crowd around me. I kept my head low and popped down near a small cafe by the station, the line was fairly short so I popped inside the small shop and took a step in line. Their were a handful of people inside the cafe, some human, some faunus, all simply minding their own business as they slipped away their drinks and ate whatever small foods accompanied them. I was glad I didn't train as religiously as the other guys, some of them were built like tanks, I was just sorta muscular but mainly just looked like the average guy. My short cut black hair was hidden under my cap and my green eyes were about as dull as concrete. I was whisked out of my thoughts when the cashier asked me for my order, I made it double espresso with a plain bagel to go with, once I was done I handed her a twenty dollar bill(I only used my debit for anything over 30) and received the small amount of change. "What's your name?" I was in such a bored stupor I nearly missed the question but answered nonetheless. "Ch-...Williams." I typically used my last name for most things as my first name was reserved for close friends and family. I really don't know why I did that, just seemed right.

With my order taken I found a small 2 seat table down by the window and waited for them to call for me. They seemed short-staffed today and I could tell that they were training a new kid so I wasn't too hopeful on my order getting their soon. I leaned back into my chair and let my legs stretch forward under the table while I idly gazed out the glass beside me. The sun was high in the sky and the warmth felt nice on my skin, so I wasn't complaining about the wait. A minute or 2 passed by when I heard my name called, I walked up and exchanged a smile with the young barista before grabbing my bagel and coffee then returning to my seat. The shop was now empty with only me and the employees left, I ate and drank in silence not really thinking about anything and sorta just going on auto-pilot, that was when the barista decide to break the 'awkward' silence I hadn't even realized was there. "So… You hear about that rally going on near city hall?" I broke out from my blank thoughts and looked at her with a raised brow before recalling her words and answering. "Yeah, I heard about it, not really much to say though… Not really a politics guy." I figured it'd be rude to just return back to my things so I repositioned myself so that I was facing her while she leaned over the counter.

"How 'bout you? Got any opinions on whatever's going on down there?" She tilted her head and looked up in contemplation for a few moments while I sipped my coffee once more. I got a good look at her face this time and was able to actually notice her details, she had frizzy brown hair to accommodate her light-brown skin color and eyes. "Well if I'm being completely honest… He seems like every other candidate but I can tell the faunus aren't all that happy with his policies but I don't follow politics enough to really know what they are!" She laughed at herself as she finished her thoughts and a smile drew on my head as I nodded my head in agreement. I took the final bite out of my bagel and looked at her before deciding to keep this pleasant little surprise of a conversation going. "Yeah well, honestly, I don't think it really matters too much with the White Fang running around." She nodded along as I reached for my cup once more. "It's just awful what's been going on lately. Attacks, bombings, and all that, for a time we were worried that we'd get hit as well." I finished my cup of coffee and placed it down on top of the small plate my bagel came with and walked up to the side of the counter and placed them down.

She stood up and went over to place to plates near the sinks behind the counter and then grabbed her own coffee beside the register. As I began turning around and walking towards the door, I heard something hit the ground and a loud splash from behind me. "Ah, shit!" She hissed out of her teeth while looking for a towel somewhere, spotting the object on the other side of the counter over the display I grabbed it and quickly handed it to her. She thanked me and began attempting to clean up the mess, the apron had caught most of the liquid but her white long-sleeves were stained brown. As I peered over I saw that she had spilled 2 cups worth of coffee on the floor, and with no other employees except the trainee who was currently in the back, I decided to help out. "Here, lemme help." I hopped over the counter and grabbed a towel by the sink before crouching down and cleaning up the brown liquid. After all was said and done I placed the towel in the sink and hopped back over.

"Hey thanks...Williams was it?" I nodded before replying. "Hey it's really no problem…" I pointed at her with a questioning look, she caught on and with a sudden realization with what I was getting at she answered. "Tracy!" I nodded and reiterated my remark. "Well, your welcome Tracy, have a good day." I then walked through the door and began making my way back to the station. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt the wait of prolonged social interaction leave my shoulders, I began making my way back to the station while checking my watch. The device read 4:56 which left me with 2 hours left until we'd be heading out, minus a 20 minute walk to get back, I'd have a short amount of time to really do anything back there anyway. Along the way back I could see many faunus taking to the streets and forming groups while heading towards the rally. I lowered my head and moved through the crowds without making any noise, not like it would have mattered with how fucking loud it was.

As I entered the station everyone was running around in a panic. Dispatchers were frantically contacting patrols and scrambling units to the rally. SWAT team's were loading up into trucks and heading downtown while everyone else was running towards the nearest TV. "The fuck is going on?" I grabbed the shoulder of passing officer, he looked at me like an idiot which only helped the situation more. "The faunus are starting to fucking break down the rally, their pissed man!" I walked over to the TV everyone was looking at and saw the scene displayed by the Vale News Network. Protestors were knocking down barricades and shouting at any human at the rally. People were being pepper sprayed and some were being attacked, no wonder everyone was rushing down there. It was then that the station PA system came online and the loud static broke through the inside of the building. "VRT Omega, report to the armory. VRT Omega, report to the armory immediately." In that moment, what felt like, the whole station looked at me in that shocked 'Oh shit this just got serious' glare and I quickly ran towards the armory.

As I swung the door opened, I saw the rest of the team standing at their lockers and looking over their pieces of gear inside. "Williams, SWAT's being dispatched to control the situation while we grab the VIP and get him outta there." I nodded and ran over to my locker and fiddled with the lock for a couple seconds before whipping the door open and grabbing my combat shirt and pants. "The rallies gone to shit, our job is to grab Edward Hammer and move him to the intended escort location as intended. I'm afraid we're being sent in earlier than expected." I slipped my plate carrier on and began strapping in my elbow pads and knee pads, once that was done I pulled the black balaclava over my head and slide on my MICH helmet. I pulled the black goggles over my eyes and began grabbing 6 magazines for my MK18 then quickly inserting them into each individual mag pouch on my chest and side.

I grabbed my MK18 last and slipped the black, one point, sling over my head. I slammed the magazine inside and racked the charging handle back with a satisfying clack. I stood at the ready as the rest of my team began filing out the armory and out of the station. As we passed by each officer we only received stares of uncertainty, as if they were watching a tragedy unfold before their eyes. Before I knew it we'd loaded up into the back of an armored truck and were well on our way to the rally, god knew what we'd find there I wish we did too. Our vehicle raced downtown and in less than 3 minutes we were at the rally.

We boarded off through the back of the truck and began moving towards the main stage, all of the civilians had been evacuated and a long line of SWAT vans and SWAT officers were blocking off the protestors from getting in. We climbed up on stage and passed the overturned podium, broken glass and bricks were all over the place. At the back of the stage was a small walkway leading behind the curtain, we took the walkway and found members of the guy's security team keeping him safe in a backroom. Daniels gave the word and told 3 guys to start getting our exit ready, I grabbed Edward Hammer and we began moving back to the truck. His own security team was ordered to move with the SWAT guys while we escorted him, bit of a dick move but we didn;t have enough room anyway. We stowed him into the back of the truck but couldn't get a move on, the protest was blocking off all points of exit and the SWAT officers were starting to get overwhelmed. Daniels reached for his radio to tell the officers to start clearing a path but a flaming bottle impacted the ground less than 15 feet away from the truck and burst into a wide spreading fire on the concrete ground. "Their throwing fucking molotovs!" A teammate shouted out in pure confusion and surprise, like his was the craziest thing he'd ever seen. With no other option the SWAT teams tried to clear a path but it was a shitty one in all honesty.

We loaded up and I let out a sigh of relief, they don't have anything that can even put a dent in this thing! The truck moved slowly through the crowd, many of them began slamming and throwing objects onto the side of it and trying to get in the way of it only to be pushed to the side by SWAT officers. We finally broke through the crowd, Thank God!, I thought to myself. We'd done the most eventful part of this God awful mission.

Not much to say here that I hadn't already said in the beginning, thank you all for reading. I'm finishing this at around midnight so I'm really fucking tired.

I'll write to you all in the next chapter.