As the bullhead lifted off with the four medics to care for the wounded students and his own personel that required immediate medical attention. Once the aircraft was clear, general Ironwood turned back towards the base and had a PFC run up to him and render a crisp salute.

"Sir, we have two teams sweeping the building for stragglers. Also there is a team securing the perimeter against remaining Grimm. There's a medical team caring for the strike team that originally handled the rescue." Clearly his first field report as he was out of breath and shaking.

'He can't be more than twenty, poor guy.' Ironwood thought, "First field report son?"

"No sir, first time seeing so much blood. Will the students be alright?" He asked.

"Not to worry, they'll get the best doctors in the country. For now we can't worry about that, we need to secure this facility for any Intel. Understood?" Ironwood added a snap to the end to emphasize his point.

"Yes sir!" the pfc turned and went back to his team.

'I'd prefer experienced soldiers handling this, but that's why I'm here.' Ironwood started walking towards the remaining troops from the original assault. "Give us a minute please." He said to the medics.

They turned to the General and, with a salute, walked away. Ironwood turned to the squad and addressed the nearest one. Chemo if he recalled correctly. "Chemo, status update."

"As I'm sure you saw Archer and Buck needed some medical attention, the rest of us are wore out or scratched up. Nothing that can't be fixed right here. We're here to help securing Intel in the building once the medics clear us." 'hopefully they don't take forever dammit.' Chemo thought, really wanting another crack at some white fang picks.

"Take a moment to rest up and get a bite to eat, thats an order team." Ironwood walked over to one of the crates off loaded from the bullhead and inside was rations. "Take your pick but be quick about it, I want you all to help secure the perimeter or search for intel." As he walked towards the building Ozone started passing out rations to his team.

Ironwood made his way into the building he passed several rooms. At the fifth one he decided to look in, seeing that it was already clear he looked around and noticed a workbench with an old style radio. 'A very old radio, does it even work?' He thought to himself.

Moving over to the bench he turned a dial and flipped a switch, his old academy teaches from a seldom used class coming back to him. Hearing the squelch of the radio tuning in he turned the dial and saw the frequency change. Thinking hard he dialed to a frequently used used channel.

"General Ironwood to anyone within distance, respond." Hearing nothing back immediately he tried again. "To anyone on this frequency, this is General Ironwood come back." nothing but static greeted him. Turning the radio off he turned and walked out of the room. Proceeding down the hallway, Chemo and the group caught up with the general.

"Sir, mind if we accompany you securing intel?" Ozone asked taking up the rear.

"More eyes the better, were looking for anything. But you already know that, let's split into two teams to cover more ground." Ironwood suggested not expecting any resistance.

"Sir, all due respect but I'm going to have to say no. There are more than enough people hear to cover the entire base. What I suggest instead is that we widen our coverage area. You're the commanding officer after all." not giving him time to respond Chemo belted out orders "Ozone, you Meat and Royce fall back ten meters and double check our sweeps, cover our flanks and make sure no one is following us."

Those three fell back and General Ironwood, Chemo and Scarecrow all took positions and and started searching rooms not finding anything of importance. A few scraps of paper here or an empty lab there ( not that anyone wanted to speculate as to what they would need a lab for….) Not finding much of anything for three levels Chemo fell back with Ozone and asked for an update.

"I've got nothing, no stragglers, no info, no intruders, it's to damned quiet in my opinion Chem. We're getting pretty deep, I wonder how deep this facility goes?" Ozone stated keeping an eye down sights.

"Understood, keep an eye out." Chemo said as he walked away Ozone rolled his eyes 'Keep an eye out…..a joke or poor choice of words' going into another room he took a quick sweep but something caught his eye. It looked like…..a metal binder? "Chemo! I've got something in here!" He called out and everyone rushed in.

"Ozone report what is it?" Chemo barked, getting into the room.

"A metal binder, don't know what it is but I'm checking for traps." Ozone said as he did a field test (or twenty) to checks for obvious traps. "I'm still uneasy but I think it's safe." He said as he gingerly picked up the binder. He set his weapon on the nearby table and took a closer look for traps inside the binder. Never could be too careful with anything the Fang had. "Scarecrow, come here a sec and give it a once over will ya?"

"You got it." Scarecrow said as he thoroughly looked over every inch of the binder. He took out a combat knife and slowly inched open the pages but nothing seemed out of place, just a regular binder. "I'm calling it clear man, I've got nothing." He told Ozone. Moving to the side to let Chemo at it he retreated to the other side of the room as Chemo opened it up.

"General Ironwood Sir, this all seems like schedules and plans." Chemo said flipping through the pages, "I see hear where they planned the kidnapping, they didn't even plan on taking Yang and Jaune...damn those bastards."

"Anything that we don't know sergeant?" Ironwood asked with some impatience.

Chemo was flipping through the pages and scanning quickly for important stuff. "Sir I've got something you need to see this."

The General walked over and took a look at the binder, scanning the page he saw what Chemo was talking about. "if that's accurate then we have to warn Ozpin right away!" Ironwood pulled out his scroll but they were so far underground that he didn't have any signal. 'Damn things never work when you need them.' "We need to get to the surfa…." Ironwood started when gunfire blasted apart the door frame startling everyone in the room.

"Sound off, anyone hit?!" Chemo shouted over the roar of the multiple small arms currently making lunch out of the wall.

"Ozone, good."

"Scarecrow, good."

"Royce, good."

"Meat? MEAT! He's down drag him back now!" Chemo barked as he chucked a smoke grenade down the hall. As Ozone grabbed Meat and dragged him back into the room. "Ozone get clear 'nade out!" Chemo chucked a WP grenade down the hall, as a white flash and bang went off the gunfire subsided and was replaced by a scream. Smirking, Chemo turned to the General and nodded. He nodded in return in understanding. Chemo posted at the door and peeked out to see that the fang troops had fallen back to care for the guy who got hit. Chemo turned back and motioned for everyone to move down the hall, he turned back and sprayed in bursts as they evacuated down the hall.

"Chemo were clear move your ass!" the General said.

'I'm not making it without a scratch' Chemo thought as another hail of bullets chewed the concrete wall apart, the bullets slowly penetrating. 'Probably armor piercing, the bastards.' Ozone peeked his corner and started spraying to cover Chemos advance.

Chemo saw the opportunity and broke cover to run to the others. As he was about three feet from the corner he reached out and grabbed Ozones hand and started being pulled as a sharp pain bloomed in his side and upper right thigh. Closing his eyes as the pain was over taking his ability to think he got dragged around the corner and he heard Scarecrow yell out.

"Fangs bastard! Grenades out fall back!" Scarecrow yelled out as Ozone drug Chemo back. Now with two people injured they were in trouble, they needed to find a place to bunker down until reinforcements came. He was getting flashbacks from about an hour ago...this was a hell of a week so far.

The private was with his squad securing the perimeter as gunfire sounded from the building. He turned to his leader and he nodded. They all rushed towards the building. As they got closer they heard the sound of a snap followed by a loud scream. He recognized it as the effects of a white phosphorus grenade. One of the nastiest in the arsenal, used for clearing a path or inflicting heavy enemy injuries. They increased the pace as they hit the building.

Room by room they cleared and advanced through the first two floors. Each room threatened to be the last as the gunfire got louder, the snaps grew in frequency and finally a shout was heard. "Fangs bastard! Grenades out fall back!" unknown who said it they all dived into nearby rooms until the explosion happened and the building rocked. As debris rained down the private got up and swayed for side to side. He eventually got his bearings and aimed down his gun as he proceeded down stairs and saw a group of ten men armed with rifles, side arms and many, many grenades. They hadn't noticed him so he took out a grenade and rolled it towards them.

He waited, it felt like an eternity as he watched it roll. One step, it changed with a sound he was sure that everyone heard. Two steps, it was slowing down but he was confident it would make it's mark. Three steps, it should have gone off by now, right? Why hasn't it gone off? He took a closer look and saw…...the pin was still in!? He can't believe he made such a rookie mistake! 'Wait a minute, they haven't seemed to notice!' He thought, he took aim down his rifle and as he pulled the trigger a loud bang went off. 'Did I get one?' he went to raise up but felt a pain in his chest. He gripped his chest and looked down, his hand was covered in blood. He raised his eye sight and none of the men had moved.

"Next time kid, check your corners." a man that was holding a revolver similar the General Ironwoods and the barrel was smoking. As the private was falling he went to join his comrades.

General Ironwood heard an unmistakable sound. It was a loud and reverberating bang. The General turned the corner and saw an Atlesian soldier falling as a White Fang soldier stepped over the body. Ironwood saw that he was wearing special armor. Instead of the typical white tunic with a red tiger he wore metallic black armor from head to toe. It seemed flexible where it needed to be and he wondered if it was bullet proof, maybe a high caliber round could pierce it. Nothing standard could do the job that's for sure.

He took aim, as Ozone and Scarecrow provided covering fire, Ironwood pulled the trigger and the bullet hit his mark directly in the chest. The soldier fell back but he didn't see any blood spray, strange. The General begin to reload his gun as he saw the Fang member get up. His eyes bulged as he was unharmed! Barely a dent in the armor. 'This is infuriating, not even my revolver can put a dent in that.' He started patted down his jacket and eventually found it, he quickly punched in a code and a green light flashed on the screen. He smirked and peeked the corner and loosed two more shots, putting down two more people. Proud that his skills hadn't gotten rusty and pulled back and reloaded his revolver.

"General, were pinned in this room and running low on ammo." Meat reported as he reloaded his rifle.

Looking around Ironwood saw that the only avenue of escape was down the hall. If they tried that it would only end in a bloodbath, he hoped that they would get there in time.

"Steady men, make your shots count and no heroics. Got it?" Ironwood said.

"Yes, sir!" they all replied

"Good, now I've got backup coming in hot. All we have to do is hold out till they get here." Ironwood snapped the cylinder closed on his revolver. "I need you all to cover me as I take a peek."

"Yes, sir." Chemo, Ozone, and Meat all took up positions and waited for the General to give the order.

"Go now!" Ironwood ordered.

As they started covering the General looked down the hall to hear the faint sound of metallic steps. "We've got backup around the corner Gentleman, just a bit more and they'll help."

Meat had switched out with Scarecrow to reload and they started a rotation on reloading their rifles. Not able to stand due to the gunshot wounds he was prone and taking pot shots when he could.

As they heard the low thrum of metal against stone, they turned and saw a flash of white and chrome. Looks like the General had called for the two squads that were clearing the bunker for backup. No one told them that they were AK-200 droids. Over two dozen. 'Gotta love how cheap they are to deploy' Meat thought as he hunkered down so as not to get shot by them and took pot shots at the fang.

"Thanks for the quick thinking Sir, we should be able to take them out now." Chemo said.

"Were out of grenades, but it looks like the other squads aren't." Scarecrow said as he looked and saw two of the AK's shoulder mounted two rockets. "Well they have enough firepower don't they?"

"Seems like it…" Ozone deadpanned as he took another shot dropping another enemy.

The two AK's fired the rockets and caused the tunnel to cave in, effectively cutting off the enemy. They all stood up, checking their equipment.

"Alright guys, we don't know how long they'll be held back. We need to move, now!" Chemo said gathering up what they could and making one last sweep of the room. "Ozone give Meat a hand will you?"

As Ozone supported Meat while they all fell back down the hall Chemo was back stepping, keeping an eye on the now shifting rubble. 'Probably using what's left of their grenades to clear out the debris.' Chemo thought as he rounded the corner.

"Chemo, take five droids and scout ahead, last thing we need is to get caught off guard by more reinforcements." Ironwood ordered. He looked back, "Meat, how are you holding up?"

"I'll live sir, just a few more holes in my legs for ventilation." Meat said, groaning as his leg couldn't support any weight.

"Good to hear your humor hasn't taken a hit Meat." Ozone stated. 'Now I know, how we always run short of rations, Meats fat ass eats them all..'

Chemo was about halfway down the next hallway with six droids. He had a rifle, two smoke grenades, one WP, and four more clips of ammo. The five droids all had standard issue rifles, frag grenades, smoke, two WP. One droid was carrying a heavy MG with all the squads ammo. They cleared room after room and still no sign of any opposition.

'Seems like that was the only squad was that one. If that's so we need to finish searching this place and level it.' He thought as he cleared another room, still no notable Intel. 'I hate getting assigned a droid squad, so damn quite.'

"Sir, I found something in here." an unknown voice said.

'Who the hell said that?' Chemo thought, looking around he just saw the droids. His logic said it must have been the droids since they were the only things around. His brain said he's crazy. "Hello? Who's there?" Chemo shouted.

"Yes sir, I am. I've found Intel in this room."

"Seriously who's pulling my leg?" Chemo said, a smirk forming. 'It can't be one of the droids, I know we're on the edge of technology but even that's ridiculous right?'

"Sir, it's rude to say that although I understand you're skeptical. Can you take a look at this please?" one of the AK's said.

"Wow, thats impressive." Chemo said, 'Gonna have to talk to command when I get back.'