This is why I don't write combat scenes in any way, shape, or form.

*Sigh*

Let the confusion begin...

Chapter 28: as well. As such,

~Blake

We walked for about 10 minutes before Soap called us to a stop.

He reached up to his ear piece and turned it on, "Drake, Blondie; check in. Or rather, Drake tell Blondie what to say."

I heard my ear piece crackle before I heard a response.

"Hey Soap." I heard Yang's cheery voice say over the radio.

"Have you and Drake met up with Larry and Ivory?" Soap asked.

"I believe so."

"Describe them." Soap said.

"Ivory's about 4'9" and looks, honestly, like a girl. He's got cabbit ears, hair goes down to his neck and is mainly white and looks like it's tipped in gold. He's currently dressed like a White Fang member. Larry looks about 5'8", got short silverish grey hair, and has two different colored eyes. The left one's emerald green and the right one's just boring grey. He's wearing a grey t-shirt, black jacket and pants, has loafers on, and has a pair of sunglasses on top of his head."

"What are their weapons?" Soap asked.

"I don't see any on Ivory, but Larry has an M1 carbine with an attached bayonet."

"Yep that's them. Alright, proceed according to plan with caution. We don't know how well armed the regular White Fang troops are beyond the standard swords and random rifles."

"Got it. Blondie out."

"Sam, Rose; check in."

"Hey Soap." I heard Sam's voice reply.

"Hey Sam. Standard procedure." Soap replied.

"Sebastian looks to be about 5'9", has chocolate brown eyes, chestnut brown hair that reaches the middle of his neck and the ends are a little spiky. He's wearing a red and black leather jacket, a grey t-shirt, blue jeans, and black running shoes. Victor's about 5'8", has sky blue eyes, and has dirty blond hair cut military style. Or at least was cut military style, it's been five weeks since they've been in the city, so it's a little longer. He's wearing a white and blue long-sleeved, button down shirt, has khaki pants, has white running shoes, and has a knife holster strapped to his right leg. Their weapons match the one's you described earlier."

"Good, proceed as planned. Soap out."

"Got ya, Sam out."

After the crackle of the radio had stopped, we waited another minute before we moved again.

"We're just about there girls, any questions about your masks or anything of the sort?" Soap asked over his shoulder as we walked.

"Why do they fit so well?" Weiss asked.

"Because you're bonded to it." Soap responded.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean that over the past couple hours, aware of it or not, you've been pumping aura into it. When you do this to an object long enough, it eventually takes to the aura imprint that you've been forcing into it until it fits just right. In the same way, if you ever have the need to wear your mask outside of bounties, you don't need to worry about what it looks like. Your aura will tell it what needs to be on it. Think of it like disguise on demand, for masks." He explained.

"But how?" Weiss asked.

"If you want the real answer, we could stop for an hour while Soap tries to explain to you all of the complex technology that went into the making of that mask." Sarah answered.

Weiss remained quiet.

We reached a clearing. On the other side of the clearing was the front entrance to the base. Soap nodded to me and Sarah.

He didn't need to use words to tell me what he wanted us to do. Sarah and I were both faunas, as such, we had much better eyesight than Soap or Weiss.

"Two guards. Either side of the gate." Sarah said.

"The patrols are likely on a schedule. If we go at the wrong time, they will raise the alarm." I turned to Soap, "Tell me, how did you manage to get Sam and Ru-Rose in the base without them noticing?" I asked.

Soap smiled, "Sam has wings. Need I say more?"

I should have known.

"Well, now we wait till the next patrol comes." I said, moving to lean against a tree.

"Or, we try out the changes I did to your mask." Soap said.

I gave him a questioning look.

"You can still look like you did before you left the White Fang. As a captain." He said.

I got the hint, "Oh. Then what are waiting for? Let's go."

After managing to convince the guard that I was requested to attend the rally, they let us in without a hitch.

"We're in. Everybody report." Soap said quietly into his earpiece as we entered the compound.

"Sam, Sebastian, Victor, and Rose reporting." Sam's voice said over the radio, "We're in position."

"Ivory, Larry, Drake, and Blondie reporting." An unfamiliar voice said. I assumed that it was either Ivory's or Larry's. "No sign of the VIP's, but we can confirm where the rally is being held. Center building, as expected. We're in position and ready to go."

"Good to hear. Let's bag these guys and go home. Good luck and good hunting." Soap said.

~Soap

We moved to a room behind where the rally was supposed to be held.

All was quiet and we had hardly seen anybody on our way in.

Nothing was making sense, why the hell would Carrie want to set up a rally all the way out here and where is everybody?

I clicked on my radio, "Overwatch, anything?"

"Nada."

"Nothing."

"Damn. Alright; keep an eye out, something doesn't feel right."

I heard two simultaneous "Rogers" in confirmation.

I looked at the time on my scroll. "They should have started already, I'm going to go take a look." I said, making my way silently to the door.

When I reached the door, I unholstered my Deagle and turned back to the girls. "One minute. If I'm not back before then, go."

I opened the door quietly and stuck to the shadows on the outside of the room. I made my way to a crate at the back of the room.

I peaked over the crate and saw the massive crowd of White Fang troops silent.

On the other side of the room was a stage raised about four feet off the ground. Standing on said stage were three people, though one of them was off to the side.

I could tell just by the way that they held themselves that they were all women. Of the two that were standing in the center of the stage; the one on the left looked to be about 21 years of age and looked to be about five foot seven. She was wearing armored boots, ripped skinny jeans that showed off her rather toned legs and a sleeveless green shirt that showed off her large...what's the word? assets; she still had nothing on Yang though. Her violet hair was tied into a pony tail that reached down to the middle of her back and had pink highlights in several locks of it.

Even from this angle and distance, I could see her prominent violet eyes that confirmed her identity for me. Violet Wong; Sebastian's sister.

As I watched her, I noticed something; she was visibly displaying her aura and it was flickering. At first it was purple, but after a second it changed to red then went back to purple. What the hell?

My eyes shifted to the person next to her. I didn't need to look long to spot the white lioness ears on the top of her head and her full Grimm mask. No doubt about it, that was definitely Carrie. Sarah would be happy to finally get a chance to put her soul to rest.

Finally, my eyes landed on the person off to the side of Violet and Carrie.

My heart sank.

Shadow, it really is you...what the hell happened to you sis?

Shadow was my sister in more ways than one. She was a Gunnel.

My twin sister at birth, she was lucky enough to be outside of our village when it was burnt to the ground. However she was only outside of the village because she had been kidnapped before it was attacked.

I rescued her and many others from being a sex slave in the home of a corrupt politician in Vale seven years ago. At the time, I didn't know she was my sister; it wasn't until after the police raid when they were about to cart her away in an ambulance that I saw my family crest tattooed across her shoulder and I realized that I had one.

At first she didn't believe it either, but I convinced her when I showed her my matching tattoo.

'What happened to you? Where's mom and dad? Where's Aaron?' she had asked me.

My face fell as I pulled out my father's necklace and showed her. I told of the things that had happened. I told her how our mother, father, and our older sister, Aaron, were killed. I told her how I escaped and how I came to be where we were then.

When I finished, her face fell as well.

Eventually, we exchanged scroll information and she got back in the ambulance which took her to rehab. I hadn't seen her since, and yet here she was; working for the other side, ready to kill me with no regrets.

Shadow was the one who spotted me.

She approached Violet and quietly spoke to her.

After she finished speaking to her, Violet turned and kissed her.

It seems that she never got over the fact that that a politician wanted her as a sex slave. I guess that would explain why she appears to have lost interest in men.

Violet approached Carrie and relayed the info that Shadow had given her; Carrie in turn stopped speaking to the crowd and instead started speaking directly to me.

"Well well well. Violet, Shadow; it seems that our very special guest has finally arrived. Soap, I know that you're here in the room with us. Now the question is, where is your friend; the one that killed me eight years ago."

Killed you, what the fuck? I thought to myself as several mercenaries made their way towards me with their weapons drawn.

"Fuck" I quickly spoke into my radio. "Sarah, they know BNTY's here."

~Blake

"They know BNTY's here. Mission canceled. Leave while you still have the chance." Soap's voice said over the radio.

Sarah said nothing; instead she just started smiling madly.

"He has never used our team name before on a mission and never would he say 'canceled'. Let's have some fun, shall we?" She said.

She quickly laid out a plan for us which we relayed back to the others.

"Attack when all hell breaks loose."

She walked to the door, opened it, and walked through.

~Soap

Sarah walked over and joined me. Together we walked to the center of the room and put our hands up. I looked around the room, pretending to size up the White Fang troops; I was actually looking in the corners of the room, specifically for cameras.

The footage of the proceeding events would need to be obtained so that the White Fang, specifically Adam Taurus, would have a few new legends to worry about.

I found them, one in each corner; all facing the stage. "1,000 White Fang troops + 100 Mercs? Ain't no way in hell we're getting out of this one." I said as seriously as I could to Sarah as a few White Fang troops binded our hands.

They led us to the other side of the stage where several bloody hooks were resting; presumably, they were supposed to be used in moving crates around the room, however it was quite clear to me that that's not what they were going to be used for. After removing our weapons, they strung us up by the bindings on our hands so that our feet weren't touching the ground.

Once we were finally both hanging from the hooks, I turned to Carrie and spoke, "You know Carrie; I've bagged hundreds, if not thousands, of criminals and you have got to be the worst out of all the ones that I've chased. You turned against your own best friend, shot your human friends in the head, and burned friends of your own race alive. I really got to ask, why? What is all of this for?"

She walked up to me and removed her mask; what it revealed was not what I was expecting.

Underneath the full face mask, was a completely crushed skull; devoid of skin, except for where it really mattered, and complete with bits of dead grey-matter covering the front of it.

Carrie's dead.

When she spoke, the crushed remains of her jawbone moved separately; right and left. When I looked closer, I could see the imprint of a pipe in the center of her chin; effectively splitting the jaw in two.

"Because, demon, He is about ready to be revived and he will need people to do his work through. I can assure you, you shall be the first to witness his splendor." She told me in a demonic voice.

Instantly, I felt my body go slack but before my eyelids closed, I saw a blinding light engulf the room.

~Blake

After Weiss and I watched Sarah go; we left closely behind her, making our way to the front of the White Fang crowd.

We watched as Soap and Sarah were strung up on the cargo hooks, and we witnessed Soap ask his question to the lioness faunas, Carrie, or the person that I assumed to be Carrie.

Carrie approached him and removed her mask.

When she spoke to him, I was reminded of the beast that General Gunnel fought and wounded.

When she finished speaking to him, Soap went completely slack.

Sarah apparently saw this as well and began to struggle against her bindings.

I watched Soap for any sign of life and found that he was still breathing; I also noticed that the red streak in his hair begin to dissipate.

I moved my gaze to Sarah and saw the branding on her arm start to glow a bright blue color. As I watched her, I saw the glow darken to a color of blood.

Seeing this, I turned to Weiss and nodded. We both deactivated our disguises.

Weiss was wearing a black version of her usual outfit, minus the SDC logo, with red gloves. As a precaution, she also dyed her hair black; which, in my opinion, was a good look for her.

I was wearing an all black version of my usual outfit, minus my sigil, and white gloves; everything else about me looked the same.

Within less than a second, Violet's lover was on me with a broad sword. I saw it coming though and managed to move out of the way in time. The sword impacted the place where I had just been standing, completely shattering that part of the wooden stage.

I drew my sword (I know it's not an actual sword, but I'm being rather general here.) and dropped into a ready stance. I felt Weiss back up against me and do the same.

"Well, well. It seems we have some visitors." Carrie said. She turned to a White Fang solider behind her, "Apprehend these two." She said pointing to Weiss and I.

The soldier stood there for a moment before her White Fang clothing and mask faded away to reveal Yang.

She rushed Carrie, who stepped out of the way and sent Yang into the crowd of mercenaries.

I looked back to the assassin in front of me. Right as I began to move, two things happened.

One, glass from the windows broke due to the sniper bullets flying through them; two, Sarah disappeared from where she was strung up.

The bullets hit their marks, successfully dropping three soldiers and mercenaries.

The sword weilder in front of me rushed me and I moved to counter.

My blade bounced off her's, sending us both backwards away from each other.

~Sarah

I admit. All I could see was red.

Carrie did something to Chris and I intended to do something about it.

When I was finally able to summon enough aura to teleport away, I saw that chaos was beginning to happen in the rally room.

I grabbed my weapons, rushed Carrie, and swung.

My pipe connected, making a sickening crack against her bones when it did.

I waited for her to recover before I attacked again.

When she finally did, I activated my semblance in my left hand and pulled Soap's into my right. This successfully frightened Violet and her lover, behind Carrie; but she remained standing where she was.

I slowly walked to Carrie until I was about a foot and a half away.

"You're not getting away this time Carrie." I said.

She spoke in a demonic voice. "I'm not scared of you, Sar-. What the?"

She fell to her knees clutching the sides of her head. She looked up at me, hands still at her head, and spoke. This time though, it was Carrie's voice. "Sarah!"

Carrie?

"I don't think I can hold it back for very long. Listen Sarah, I'm sorry for what I did eight years ago, but that wasn't me. I was being influenced. Please, just end it; end it now!"

I stood there.

"Please Sarah. As my best friend, please end the pain."

I hesitated, still not sure what to do.

She stood and walked to me. Once she reached me, she got on her knees in front of me and shoved her head into my legs; trying to urge me to end it. "I'll miss you."

"Fine." I said weakly.

I put my hands on her head but made no move to grant her wish. Instead, I quietly started to cry.

"Sarah?"

I looked down at her.

"Don't worry about me or our friends. You've got new friends and a fiancé to worry about now."

I nodded my head and took a deep breath. I pushed both my semblance and Soap's semblance into her head, and overloaded whatever soul she had left and whatever was controlling her.

Once I was done, I took my hands off her head and moved to catch her.

As I gently lowered her slowly dissipating body to the ground, she spoke one last time; though this time it was more like a whisper.

"Me, Geoff, and the others will be waiting for you. Goodbye. I'll miss you; we all do."

Finally on the ground, I closed her smashed and bruised eyes and spoke quietly, "I'll miss you too."

~Soap

Where the hell am I?

I looked around. The world in front of me was frozen in black and white.

In front of my was a destroyed village, not my own. Against one of the walls was the General clutching one of his sides in pain, but something seemed off. I looked at the rank on the General's shoulder; it looked like it did before, except he wasn't a general; he was a private.

Suddenly the world snapped into color. Gunnel was slowly being approached by a Beowolf that was ready to pounce him. I could see clearly now that he was bleeding heavily, presumably from a slash wound.

"Dammit Private! You're not going to die on me yet!"

Gunnel shouted to the man. "Sargent Major Hayes! Look out!"

The man turned and shot his bow.

Suddenly the world faded to black and I thought to myself, What the hell is going on?