Hello everyone and another chapter is here! Wasn't sure I'd be able to get it out but thankfully, I did. Now, a quick note that I really should have mentioned but forgot in the last chapter. This fic is slight AU, in the fact that elements and characters from the Overwatch Universe are blended in with the RWBY universe. That is why, for those that are wondering, Reaper's Hellfire Shotgun's had Sickle blades attached to them and could morph. Now, on with the show!
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Chapter 2- Infiltration
One Week Later…
Shaun watched as the monitor's on his screen showed constant surveillance footage of the city of Vale. The entirety of the Vale Police Department, or VPD for short, was on high alert for the murderer known simply as 'The Vale Reaper'. That was why when a shoot-out at the nearby docks was reported in, nearly the entirety of the force had responded, leaving only a few squads to man the station. Shaun and his partner, Dave, were currently stuck on monitoring duty, scanning all CCTV footage for any signs of the killer, which was nearly impossible due to the vibrant night life that tended to occur whenever the Tournament was starting.
Shaun sighed as he rubbed his eyes, crusty flakes sprinkling out of them as he strained to stay awake.
"Say, I'm going to get a Coffee. You want one?" Dave asked, turning to face Shaun whilst pointing towards the door.
Shaun merely grunted in response, nodding his head to silently reply. Almost immediately, Dave spun around in his chair and stood up, walking towards the door which hissed open upon recognising him on its detectors. Shaun laid back in his chair as he continued to monitor the CCTV footage, waiting for something to happen…
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP…
Shaun sat up almost immediately at the sound of the motion detectors going off. He looked at the flashing red light as it continued to drone on and on. He turned around immediately to see if he could spot the intruder...and saw nothing. He watched as the door slowly closed, but the room itself was empty apart from him. There was little to no hiding places and the room was well lit. Gently, he tapped the flashing red light and the motion sensors switched off. Deducing it was nothing more but a technical glitch, Shaun laid back again and resumed to watching-
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP…
Shaun let out an agitated growl as he looked around and was greeted by absolutely nothing. Perhaps it was a rat or something, whilst the motion sensors were only meant to go off when an unregistered signal of a certain size entered the room, it wasn't the first time the electricians had accidentally recalibrated its settings. He once again turned to tap the motion sensors so he could resume-
"Shaun, you there?"
Shaun let out a startled scream as his radio buzzed to life. He belittled himself for allowing himself to be scared so easily as he reached out to grab the radio and respond.
"Yeah Dave, I read you..." Shaun lazily replied as he held the radio to his lips.
"Just wanted to check, how do you take your coffee?" Dave asked, causing Shaun to sigh loudly.
"White with two sugars, we go over this every time you go to make Coffee!" Shaun replied exasperatedly, shaking his head as he heard Dave laugh on the other end.
"All right! Just wanted to make sure, that's all." Dave chuckled, earning yet another sigh from Shaun. Suddenly, a beeping noise came through on the radio, indicating yet another contact on the radio.
"Hey, hold on a sec..." Shaun said as he switched to the other channel on his radio. "This is monitoring room, go ahead!"
"Security team Delta here. Motion sensors in your sector just went off, everything all right in there?" a gruff voice asked on the other end of the radio.
"Yeah everything's fine, just faulty motion sensors I think..." Shaun replied, rubbing his temple as he spoke.
"Roger that, we'll send a team to sweep the area, just in case." the voice replied, causing Shaun to curse silently.
"Copy that, over and out." Shaun said before he switched channels back to Dave's radio. "Sorry about that, anything else?"
"Hey, everything all right in there?" Dave asked, concern loud and present in his voice.
"Yeah, motion sensors went off earlier. Probably just a bug but they're sending a team to sweep the area just in case." Shaun replied, the thought of how Dave was aware of the conversation slipping through his mind.
"Oh, probably just a maintenance bug or something," Dave replied, earning a small chuckle from Shaun. "either that or it has something to do with the veteran huntsman standing right behind you..."
"Yeah..." Shaun chuckled before his mind registered what Dave had said. "Wait...wha-"
Shaun let out a strangled sound as he felt a hand clamp onto the back of his neck, tightening around his windpipe and causing him to stiffen up immediately. He strained his head so he was able to identify his attacker and froze. They wore a blue, white, red and black leather jacket that was zipped all the way up, catching a glimpse of black body armour underneath along with a black harness with ammo pouches attached to it. Multiple shotguns shells were strapped to his left arm just below his shoulder with red metal gauntlets covering his hands. Black military trousers covered his legs whilst another ammo belt was strapped around his waist, a holster which housed a large black pistol also attached. Black military grade boots protected both his shins and feet whilst also allowing him to deliver a large amount of force with them.
Shaun looked up to further identify his attacker, only to find the majority of his head covered by a strange mask of some sort. The mask gave off no expression and seemed simple in design, the only high tech piece of equipment on it seemingly being the long red visor that protected his eyes. Only the top of his head could be identified, showing a furrowed brow with the tip of a long scar present on the left side of his face along with rugged white hair that showed some slight tints of golden blonde. The faceless man brought a small black radio to where his mouth should have been and activated it.
"Yeah, something along those lines..." the man replied, his voice distorting between that of Dave's and a gruff one he didn't recognise. The man then slammed Shaun's head onto the desk, sending him spiralling backwards from the power of the blow as he slumped to the ground, unconscious but alive.
The man then shoved Shaun's groaning body to the side and sat down in the chair he had previously occupied. He began to sort through the files on the VPD servers, paying particular interest to the recent crimes documented. Specifically recent murders. It was then that he heard the door open and he spun around, standing up as he did.
"All right, got your black coffee with no...sugars..." Dave announced, stuttering as he noticed the intruder and Shaun's crumpled form in the corner of the room. "What the..."
The man quickly kicked the chair at Dave, sending him spiralling forward with a surprised grunt as the two coffee mugs shattered on the floor. As Dave attempted to rise, the man brought his left heel down on the back of his head, knocking him out as well.
The man quickly dragged his unconscious body into the room and slumped him next to Shaun, who groaned groggily as the extra weight was piled on top of him. The man then turned his attention back to the control panel, swiping a few commands to initiate a lock down on the door to avoid future disturbances.
He then proceeded to shift through the recent murder files, glancing his eyes across the numerous files. White Fang, Roman Torchwick, Mafia…Vale Reaper. He opened the file and numerous documents immediately lit the screen. Recordings, morgue documents, reports, eye-witness accounts...everything he needed.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"Hey, open up!" a gruff voice on the other side ordered.
The man cursed himself, his earlier slip-up of setting off the motion sensors had just come around to bite him in the ass. He didn't have long before the security team decided to throw ceremony out the window and just cut their way through the door. He pulled out a storage device hidden in one of his ammo pouches and plugged it in. From there he copied all files on the Vale Reaper onto the storage device as the knocking continued.
"That's it, break it down!" the voice finally ordered, followed by a large amount shuffling.
Immediately, sparks began to fly around the door frame as the officers on the other side began to cut it down. The man turned to see the progress on the downloading on the files. 25%, more then enough time…
He slowly turned as he cracked his knuckles, the sparking now reaching the top of the door and beginning to go across to the other side. He glanced behind him at the monitor again, 40% downloaded. The sparking was now reaching the bottom of the door as he heard the officers on the other side readying themselves. He flexed his fingers in anticipation of the coming fight as the sparks reached the bottom of the door.
The sparks stopped, the door groaning slightly as gravity started to take effect on the cut-out. Soon after, the door fell with a resounding bang. Time seemed to slow down as the man analysed the situation before him. Six men, all wearing standard SWAT uniforms and equipped with police grade dust rifles. He had to deal with them quickly if he wanted to stand a chance. His primary weapon was back at his hideout, it was too big and bulky for a mission that required stealth. His dust pistol would be able to deal with them temporarily, but he only had two ammo clips to use and had no idea what other opposition he would face in his escape. No, he had to improvise. His hand immediately went for a small device attached to the back of his belt, a gift from a friend long gone.
Pressing the trigger on the device, he threw it at the SWAT team and closed his eyes tight and braced himself for what would eventually come next…
BANG!
"Shit! Flash-bang!"
"I can't see!"
"Hold your fire!"
The man opened his eyes and watched as the SWAT team stumbled around, bumping into one another on more then one occasion. Perfect.
He immediately dashed forward, kicking one of the men in the gut and causing him to keel over in pain. He then proceeded to flip him forward, sending him spiralling into the desk where he slumped to the floor. He then dashed to the second and punched him in his visor, the blow immediately knocking him to ground, a wide crack in his visor testament to the blow he received. He then spun around and kicked a third in the throat, the man gasping for air whilst he clutched his windpipe. A quick jab with both fists to his chest sent him flying backwards where he hit a fourth man, sending both toppling to the floor. By the time they both hit the ground, the final two had recovered from the effects of the flash-bang and looked on in complete shock at their beaten comrades.
"What the hell are you waiting for, shoot him!" one of the officers shouted.
The other nodded before bringing his rifle up and opening fire. The man weaved through the bullets as each one flew past him. Whilst both had recovered from the initial effects of the flash-bang, the additional side effects such as blurred vision and sensitive hearing were starting to take effect. With a single kick, the man knocked the rifle out of the officers hand before kicking him backwards. The officer stumbled into his partner who pushed him forward again to get him back into the fight.
The man waited until the officer toppled towards him before he simply stood to the side, tripping the officer over in the process who landed face first onto the floor. The man turned to the final officer, who had thrown his rifle to the floor in a fit of rage and held his fists up ready for a fight. Big mistake.
"You're starting to really piss me off now!" the officer shouted, charging forward as he spoke.
He swung a right hook which was quickly grabbed by the man's right hand before throwing a left hook which was easily caught by the man's left hand. He quickly head-butted the officer before delivering a ground-level kick, sweeping the officer out from under his feet where he barely managed to regain his footing. In a last ditch attempt, the officer let out a primal roar and charged forward, hoping to catch the man off guard with his sudden burst of energy.
The man simply waited until the man was in legs length, and performed two roundhouse kicks in succession to his head before delivering a third overhead kick to the base of his skull. The officer stood still for a few seconds, before he fell back onto the floor, completely drained of all energy. The man grunted in response and looked around him, eight injured, zero self-injuries and most importantly, zero casualties. He turned to look at the main monitor, and whilst he was aware the screen had taken a large amount of hits, it still displayed the download process rather clearly.
100%.
He quickly unplugged the storage device and quickly placed it inside one of his ammo pouches. As he turned to leave, alarms started blaring around him as the previously white hallway turned a sudden shade of crimson. The sound of people running in his direction caught his attention and naturally, he ran in the opposite direction. As he ran, he came across a crossroads as another officer scanned the hallway, his back turned to him as he lifted a dust shotgun in case of sudden movements. He tackled the officer, sending the shotgun spiralling out of his hand as he rolled into a standing position as he landed. As the officer attempted to get up, the man clocked him around the jaw, knocking him out cold.
He continued to run as he drew his pistol, confident he would need it soon in case he encountered more resistance. As he turned another corner, he was met by a pair of officers who had pistols trained on him. Before they could even react, the man fired two shots, hitting both officers in their legs and causing them to stumble to the floor in pain as he raced past them. After turning another corner, he was greeted by gunfire from four officers, one of which was in SWAT uniform. He fired four consecutive shots at the officers, three of them stumbling in pain as they were hit in their right shoulder, left knee and right thigh respectively.
However, the fourths body armour protected him from the brunt of the assault, allowing him to deliver a pot-shot at the man. Whilst he was able to dodge most of the shots fired his way, one of the bullets scraped his left shoulder, causing him to wince in pain before he rushed onwards. He continued to run through the hallway, but soon found himself cut-off by a group of officers, armed with riot shields. He skidded to a halt and turned tail back the way he came, only to find another squad blocking his path. He looked around for an alternate escape route, but the only other option was a window adjacent to him that through a pathway that led directly to the city centre where he could loose the officers. The only problem was that the level he was in was at least two storeys high, with the jump possibly causing some serious injury to himself.
"This is your last chance! Drop the weapon and put your hands on your head!" one of the officers shouted. It would be easy to just surrender, to just lay down his arms and go quietly. But if he did, then there was a chance that the murderer could escape...a chance he wasn't willing to take.
He backed away slowly, both teams either side of him drawing closer each second. Then faster then even he anticipated, he raised his pistol and fired two shots at the window before charging forward, smashing into the window and showering himself with the minuscule shards of glass. Bullets flew around him as both teams fired at his position, only a few finding their mark. As the ground came closer, he buckled his knees and braced for a hard landing. He hit the floor with a resounding clash, rolling as he regained his bearings. He glanced around for a few seconds, before turning around looking at where he had just jumped. All ready some of the officers had resorted to using the opening he had created as a sniping post, he rushed forward whilst dashing from side to side in the process, knowing an unpredictable target was harder to hit than a moving one.
He turned the corner and kept running, only glancing when he heard the sound of others behind him. Five officers were now on his tail, but they wouldn't be for long. He turned a final corner as he found himself in the city centre, blending in with the crowd. He glanced back to the way he had come, watching as the five officers found themselves unable to enter the mass of people before them. He continued to watch as the officers eventually gave up, turning to return to their headquarters. He smiled slightly behind his mask and wandered further into the crowd, ignoring the strange glances people were giving him. He then took out the storage device, looking to ensure it was still intact. His fist clasped around the device as he looked to a nearby poster, depicting a 100,000 lien bounty on the 'Vale Reaper'.
"Time to see who you really are..." the man said, slipping the device back into his pouch before retreating into the shadows…
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Well...that escalated quickly! I hope I gave you all enough clues as to who the mysterious man was. If you haven't guessed just yet, you'll find out soon enough. And for all those wondering 'Where the hell is Team RWBY?', you don't have to wait long my friends. If you liked this chapter, feel free to leave a review and constructive criticism is always welcome. Any questions? Either PM me or leave them in your review.
Raging Archon out.
