Landing back at the VNN building, we exit the VTOL craft and I go and check-in with Adam, "Alright what's the situation?" I asked walking to the makeshift firing line, and I say makeshift because it's literally just a row of cop cars.
"Well sir from what little we can see in and cross-referencing the building plans, they seem to have held the news crew in the main recording room, only three points of access, a vent, and two doors, I don't think I need to explain how the vent is a rather unusable option," Adam explained.
"Well we might not be able to do so, but team RWBY should be able to make use of it," I said trying to think of a plan to distract their spotters, 'I mean if the entire company starts singing perhaps that might work, I mean if nothing else it'll spook them,' I thought to myself.
"You want us to sing sir?" Adam asked concerned, ahh shit I said that aloud didn't I.
"I mean there are worse plans to distract them, for example, artillery barrage," I said shrugging.
"Alright then, what do you want us to sing?" he asked, sighing.
"Err I don't know, pick a song and go with it, I gotta organize the breaching," I said walking off, looking back I see Adam knocking his head against a wall for a minute before ordering one of his squads to go and fetch something. My guess is instruments, I mean what else would they grab.
After linking up with teams RWBY, JNPR, and Qrow, I direct Team RWBY to head to the roof and enter the vent system, they'll be safe because all utilities for the building have been shut off for the last five hours, I checked during the rides over to beacon and back. I directed JNPR and Qrow to follow me to the back entrance of the building.
"Alright then, kiddos stay behind me, I'll take the initial brunt of their attacks," qrow said readying up for whatever was behind the back door.
"Hold up," I said to Qrow, I grab a trench gun and a load of bean bag shells and hand it to Jaune, "you're gonna want to use that instead of your sword, while it's good against Grimm, this'll be far more effective for clearing a building," I said before grabbing one of my own. "Heads up, our cue is when you start hearing the company singing.
"Wait why is that our cue?" Qrow asked.
"Because I said so that's why, just trust me," I said cocking the shotgun.
"Alright then, we'll wait for your merry band to start their concert then," he said sarcastically.
(The man from the daily man, but I modified it to fit in remnant, some bits won't fit perfectly if anyone actually tried to sing this)
Now Menagerie a very funny place, sir
It's a strange and a troubled land
And the Faunus are a very funny race, sir
Everyone in the white fang militia
Every doggie wears a tri-claw ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
"That's our cue, go go!" I said to Qrow, nodding he kicks in the door and was immediately fired upon by Atlesian MKIII combat rifles, none of their shots finding their mark due to Qrow using his giant sword as a shield of sorts.
Jaune and I move in, "down to the ground, down to the damned ground!" I shouted while pointing a shotgun at them, of course, they didn't listen so we had to fire upon them with non-lethal bean bag shells, knocking them down to the ground. Shortly behind us was second platoon, to arrest the people we got to surrender or knocked out via non-lethal attacks.
Every bird upon my word
Is singing "Yo, ho! I'm a provo!"
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Taking lead I kicked down the doors to the main hallway, they opened to a machinegun team which opened fire on us, "ah Jesus christ everybody down," I shouted as I grabbed a flashbang and chucked it down the corridor, it blew up in the crew's face, and after a second I got up and charged the position, firing the trench gun as I went, knocking down two of them, the last one on the machinegun itself I jumped on and knocked out using the butt of the shotgun.
Now the other day I travelled down to Vale, sir
I spied in an old boreen
A bunch of busy gooses there, sir
Dressed in Black, white and Red
They marched to the Atlas goose step
As they whistled Grann na bheal
and I'm shakin' in me shoes
As I'm sending out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail
To my left I see a red blur smash out of the main studio and onto the wall next to me, observing closer I see her holding the leader of the whole mess at gunpoint, and it wasn't cinder, which was a surprise to me, guess Salem has more agents than I thought. "Hold em there rose, Second platoon move in to secure!" I shouted down the hall. JNPR and Qrow make their way over to us with second platoon, Pyrrha and Qrow help me up and we run into the studio.
Every bird upon my word
Is singing "Yo, ho! I'm a provo!"
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Yang and Blake are wrestling with two of the acolytes, while Weiss works on protecting the news crew, only minor injuries among the crew, most likely from the initial hostage-taking. "Everybody down goddamn it!" I shouted at the acolytes, before firing at one of them when they didn't listen to my orders, "Nikos, Branwen help your fellow hunters, I'll deal with the last of these scumbags," I said ordering them to go help Team RWBY.
Now the whole place is seething with sedition
It's White Fang through and through
All the peelers they are joining local units
And the password's White Fang too
Well the WF just sent me a timebomb in the mail
And I'm shaking in my shoes
as I'm typing down the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Rounding up the last of the assaulters I have second platoon march them out of the building while Teams RWBY and JNPR help out the news crew, "alright then Qrow, you can head off now if you want, thanks for the help," I said shaking his hand.
"Yeah no problem kid, I'll see ya around," he said walking out of the building to the nearest bar. Or at least that's what I think he's doing, I don't really know.
Every bird upon my word
Is singing "Yo, ho! I'm a provo!"
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Sinn Féin
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
I walk out of the building to cheering from the crowd and police department, I put up a smile for the camera and make my way to the commissioner and Adam.
"Well I gotta admit, I thought you were crazy and idiotic for the plan, but now I just think you're crazy, not a bad plan," Adam said patting my back.
"Yeah when I heard you guys singing that song I was genuinely concerned, but I guess you army guys have things figured out huh?" the commission said shaking my hand.
"Yeah, well we do our best, but I think my men deserve a break, I have an invasion to plan in the morning," I said letting go of the handshake and dismissing Adam.
"Invasion, invasion of what?" he asked me.
"Mountain Glenn, I need a proper base of operations, and the mountain Glenn area is perfect, outside of a navy, I can have all army forces stationed in mountain Glenn, and expand as needed," I explained to the commissioner, I excuse myself and walk off to the army base, I could use the walk.
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