AN: Well shit, I ment to get this up around 1300 and it's almost 1900. Eh at least it still on time. This is the first chapter written entirely with the one week upload schedule, so expect it to be of a bit poorer quality. Borrowing an small idea from New World Blues involving Nora and pancakes something happens in this chapter that might shock some people. Well it probably won't shock anyone who has stuck around. So remember kids think before you shoot.

As the three days of punishment passed, Airborne made themselves scarce. After that night A former training droid with a scroll duct taped to its head would show up in classes with the words "Property of Fireteam Airborne No touchy." Scrawled across it's chest and back. The droid would record the lecture, collect homework, and return it the next day finished by Airborne. The Kitchen staff had reported some missing food, the wood shop teacher also reported some of his stock was missing along with a handsaw. Both were chalked up to Airborne's doppelgänger. Attempts to follow the converted droid to the fireteam's new lair were met with mixed success. The droid could be tracked to a wing of the dorm buildings but afterwards it would vanish. By the fifth day, the staff were getting slightly edgy. Shell casings matching those used by the AWOL Fireteam was found at a range. Later in the day a broken longsword made of wood was found in one of the hallways, the blade was covered in the strange runes Airborne was known to leave behind. It was a whole week before a single person from the team was identified. A sharp eyed Fanus caught sight of one of the men at two in the morning. Considering he wasn't freakishly tall it was probably Jonathon.

Six more days passed before Airborne was seen at a public event. Krauss, who had been designated as the squad cook, was making Blin (Slav, Deep fried pancakes, super tasty.) at a table in the dining hall for the rest of the fireteam gathered around him as the students trickled in for breakfast. The sister teams of RWBY and JNPR immediately honed in on the group of men. Jaune was the one who asked the most prominent question.

"Uh where were you guys? You were missing for like two weeks." Krauss shrugged and flipped the Blin, forgetting the oil in the pan and spraying it in an arc. Krauss dropped the pan back onto the camp stove and hopped back rubbing his hand and cursing in Russian.

"Sergeant you ok?" Asked Jonathan.

Krauss nodded."Pizdec. Yes I'm fine I keep forgetting boiling oil is hot."

The private chuckled to himself. The teens sat down around the soldiers. Nora ,while not recognizing them as the pancakes she would normally eat, saw the Blin and immediately rushed up to Krauss's face. "Are those Pancakes! Please let me taste the, they must be so good!"

The Marksman turned cook shrugged, and grabbed a plate with a fresh Blin on it. Sprinkling a bit of powdered sugar on it, he handed it to the hyperactive girl. She immediately began eating at the deep fried dough. Ren, who had been lying his head on the table picked it up to notice Nora and the white powder covering the breakfast food. His face went almost as white as Weiss's dress.

"Please tell me that's not what I think it is."

Krauss hung his head in shame. "Zayebis."(R. Fucking great.)

Nora, in the brief time it had taken to finish their conversation, had eaten the entire Blin and began to...shake. Everyone slowly inched from the girl.

Ren spoke in a controlled monotone. "Nora I need."

Nora blurred to his side so fast it made Ruby look slow. She proceeded to let loose a noise that was probably a long sentence but became slurred into a single sound. Ren knew it was too late. Before anyone could do anything a large hole appeared midway up the back wall of the dining hall. Bright sunlight shined through for a few seconds before it was eclipsed by a silver flare and wash of heat. Inside the hole a silver portal floated gently. Airborne immediately flipped the table so it would face the portal and took cover behind it. "Kids get everyone clear then get Goodwitch, now." Adam's tone left no room for argument. The two teams began slowly guiding the thankfully small numbers of students back towards the doors.

As the last of the students were leaving, the portal flashed brighter and flung out a hulking APC. The Armor rolled twice crushing its turret to scrap and wrecking the left sides wheels. It came to a stop on its side. The men of Airborne drew their sidearms and moved to place themselves behind the stone pillars in the room. A hatch was flung open and a man in a impressive set of armor clambered out. The armor looked like a heavy Kevlar set in red and black with a exoskeleton running along the back of his body. The man's helmet was a full face affair with an inbuilt gasmask. He cradled what appeared to be a RPK in his hands. Two more climbed out one was a man the other looked much more feminine. The man wore a similar suit to the first, but without the exoskeleton and in a blue and green coloring. He held a AK12 from the looks of it. The woman was dressed apart from the others. Her gear resembled something closer to A NBC suit with a large fishbowl style helmet sealed around her head. Her weapon was the strangest of them all. It was shaped like a rifle but possessed a strange ringed barrel, wire traveled up and down its length. Krauss thought the APC looked like a BTR but due to it's current condition he couldn't say. If things turned bad this could be ugly their pistols wouldn't pen 80% of the armor.

Arrivals point of view.

Artyom was a little surprised. This was not the wastes he was in minutes ago. It resembled a scene from a book he read a long time ago. He looked to Sahsa to see if she knew where they were. Her reply was in broken Ukrainian

"This is not what I remembered. Arkady said it was in a forest not a." She paused and pointed at one of the many pillars lining the great hall.

Arkady moved towards it with his rifle up.

A man stepped out from behind it dressed in what seemed to be the uniform of a WWII American. Oddly he had a modern day ballistic vest on. His hands were wrapped around a pistol that was lowered off of them. What ever he said was unknown to us, none of us English. A second man dressed in what looked like modern day US camo. Like the previous, a pistol was in his hands. "Uh you guys alright?" His Russian was ok it had a shit accent though. "Let's not do anything crazy alright, we are just as confused as you three are." Arkady was about to reply when a set of doors burst open. Artyom immediately targeted the area and opened fire. A burst of bullets flew towards a started women. Luckily Artyom's aim was off and he missed all but two. Both struck her in the shoulder and unknowingly depleted her Aura. She was quickly tackled to the ground by a third man. The two men who had previously tried to defuse the situation opened fire with their pistols.

We scattered and went to cover. Sasha snapped a shot off with the Gauss gun at the modern American. It missed and instead struck a pillar. The hypersonic round blew out the other side in a spray of stone chips and burned itself in a wall. Arkady popped up to throw a burst down range. A sharper report rang through the hall and Arkady's head snapped back. His helmet had saved his life but the force of the bullet had knocked him into a daze. He stood up and shook his head to clear the dizziness. It was a gut reaction and it cost him his life six rounds crashed into him. Three crashed into his neck and pierced the seal there, ripping his throat out in a spray of blood and bone. Artyom saw that behind the original three was one more man, Crouching behind cover with a long barreled pistol.

His RPK rattled out a burst and struck dead center on the one in grey knocking him on his ass. He floundered to get back up but another burst clipped his leg. Sasha had pinpointed where the second American had hid and put a round through the pillar he was behind. The Gauss gun pierced the stone and a wet thud was heard along with a shouted curse in English as the man collapsed. The incoming fire had slacked for a few seconds. Sasha was aiming at were the third member of the opposition was hiding when a bullet hit her rifle and knocked it away. She drew a makarov and went for her gun. She had just grabbed it when a bullet went straight through her faceplate and out the back of head. Artyom turned to see where the shot had came from but instead saw a massive scythe bearing down on him.

He desperately rolled out of the way. He was so close to getting clear when the blade cleaved right through his leg. His stop in the roll was finalized when the tip of the scythe pinned him through his gut into the cement. He couldn't feel his legs, that was not good. He lifted his gaze to find his attacker. She was a child! No older than ten. The look on her face was one of horror, like she didn't mean to put a scythe twice the size of herself into his chest. What was she expecting some kind of magic shield? She started talking in a rapid English. Her hand gestures were.. Apologic? It didn't matter now he had lost to much blood. "Fuck… Well." He gasped futilely as a bit of blood rolled from his lips. "Such is life in the zone."

Goodwitch surveyed the damage. Wilhelm lay with his back against a pillar holding his leg wound. Krauss was lying face down in a growing pool of blood. Jonathan was trying to stem the bleeding. Ruby had by all accounts just killed someone and was rocking back and forth next to the APC once again covered in blood. Adam was helping Wilhelm Off the ground now. She sighed, she would have to comfort the girl. She walked over to where Ruby lay, grimacing at the mess the corpses of the three were making."Mrs Rose, we have to leave now. Come with me." She gently pulled the girl from the ground and started to lead her away from the bodies. The sergeant was being carried between Jonathan and Ren. Both trying to heal to massive wound in the man's gut. They were hurried out past the crowd of students.

Adam had placed a makeshift bandage on Wilhelm's leg and found him a crutch to hobble about with and instructions to get to the infirmary. Adam moved to investigate the large Wreck of the BTR. As he checked inside, he saw a body in a similar suit to other two men. This suit also had an exoskeleton but was damaged like the other. There was a set of three rifles hanging in a ceiling rack that looked like a Mosin, but he wasn't sure. He walked back out of the BTR and noticed that Ruby's scythe was still buried in the gut of her kill. He frowned, he would have to get that to her team or the girl herself. Gingerly grasping the shaft he pulled it loose from the corpse. He walked over to the serving line and got a cup, filled it with water, and poured it over the blade to clean it of it's mark. After a minute of searching he found the button to collapse it to its sheath. He walked past the burst open doors and saw a major portion of the student body being held back by some yellow tape and half a dozen guards. He got looks of shock and horror from a lot of the students, after all he had quite a bit of blood on his uniform from treating Wilhelm and climbing about the bodies. Adam walked over to the centermost man. "You're going to need four bags." the guard nodded. Adam spotted the remaining two of JNPR. He had a lot of questions and explaintions to hand out.

So yeah more death, who fault it is will be THOROUGHLY discussed in the next chapter.