AN: Ok its kinds late and by the time this gose through it will be Thursday, but belive me this was finished on Wednesday. Ok yeah this is pathetic and not even close to a full chapter. I apologize Dark Souls has been sucking all the time I have into beating it. So yeah. Uh this will probably get a redo by Friday making it a full chapter worthy of a read. Oh before I go that react fic will probably get up around Friday too. Currently it's the Prepare to Cry trailer followed by the Legend of Artorias. After that it might be some Cheeki Breeki goodness courtesy of comrade Boris. Now onwards to the "story". Not a full update, read lower AN for explaintions.
Airborne looked at each other in the trip back down the elevator.
Jonathan asked "So who's up for completely forgetting that we just did that."
The three others nodded.
"Sir how are we going to get the BTR to Vale? While the Humvee can tow a lot of things a broken 15 ton APC is a bit beyond what it's rated for." Said Krauss.
"We could ask Jonathan's Girlfriend." Said Adam with a shit eating grin plastered across his face.
The private angrily retorted. "I talked to her ONCE after that!"
The Germans of the team looked to each other. "Well who caught the eye of our little battle brother?" Said Wilhelm
"God dammit I fucking talked to her once! How does that make her my girlfriend!"
"Relax man but seriously call her up again we need to move these vehicles quickly." Krauss looked at his watch "it's 1038 now. If we hurry, I can drive the Humvee down to the city with a partner, the other two can escort the BTR."
Adam nodded." Sounds good to me. I'll accompany you with the car." He pointed to Jonathan and Wilhelm. "You two are in charge of getting the BTR to the shop understood?"
The two saluted. "Sir!/Jowhol"
"Get going you're with me."
The group split up. One heading to the hanger, the other to the air traffic control building. the Humvee crew reached their destination in a few minutes. Krauss jumped into the driver's seat. Adam followed suit and clambered into the turret mouth and sat in the sling. He rapped his fist twice on the roof.
With a low growl the engine sparked to life. Krauss pulled out and onto the Tarmac. Adam had a map out on his scroll and began issuing directions. Within a few minutes they had navigated through the twisting roads of Beacon's campus and found their way onto a highway into the city.
They got almost three miles before a cop car pulled them over.
"Shit pull us over sergeant." Krauss steered them over to the side of the road. Adam clambered out of the turret and onto the roof and jumped off the edge to talk to the officer who had stopped them. He asked. "Is there a problem sir?" As He adjusted his rifle's sling slightly.
The poor cop really didn't know what to. These two were obviously military, but he had never seen anything quite like this. The car, if it could be called that, was a squat boxy affair. It was massive and the heavily armored. Though it obviously hadn't been enough because a massive pair of holes went straight through it blowing most of the passenger side windshield out and putting two large holes out the back. Smaller dents and holes covered the rest of the car.
The man who had exited was huge, over seven feet if he was to guess. He was carrying a rifle that was slung across his back. A pistol was holstered on his thigh. The majority of him was covered in thick looking armor with pouches attached all over. This was probably going to get messy if he screwed up.
"Son you're driving a tank down the middle of a highway what do you think."
Adam dug into a bag on his chest plate. "I have permission to take this car to get repaired in southern vale." Finally getting what he looking for he handed a folded piece of paper along with his US passport to the man.
"Son you think this is funny? If you going to make a fake ID at least make one for a kingdom that exists."
Adam growled. "That is my country, i wouldn't be bearing its flag on my uniform now if it wasn't. That letter should have all the information you'll need."
The cop unfolded the letter and started to read it. As he read he got quite pale.
"Lieutenant I am so sorry. Please don't tell the headmaster sir."
"It's fine officer. If you don't mind I need to be going." Adam collected the documents and walked back to the car.
He opened the door and climbed back inside the Humvee.
A second later the Lieutenant's head popped out of the turret ring.
"Let's get moving Sergeant." The engine turned over and they speed off down the highway. Leaving a very confused patrol officer behind.
A ways back on the highway a pair of students zipped through traffic on a mission. While not from God, it was important to them.
"Could you go just a bit slower." Asked a blue haired boy clinging desperately to the back of the driver of the yellow bike. He was accustomed to rapid trips through the desert in his team's buggy. But that was in the desert with wide open dunes, not these cramped city streets with cars coming way too close for comfort.
"Ah but where's the fun in that Neptune!" Answered Yang. She guided Her bike ,Bumblebee, through a particularly tight gap. Within seconds a car sped past the bike by a margin that many wouldn't want to remember
"Yang just keep your eyes on the road!" Yelled Neptune.
The two continued to weave in and out of traffic.
"Uh Yang what's that?" Asked Neptune as he pointed towards a car that they were fast approaching.
Yang followed his gaze and swore under her breath. What the hell were they doing in Vale?
"That would be Fireteam Airborne, our resident psychopaths and murderers."
If Neptune had been drinking something he probably would have done a pretty impressive spit take.
"Wait your What?!"
"They're Soldiers and they tend to make it abundantly clear when they fight."
At that point the Humvee took a turn on the off ramp. Conveniently, it was the same one needed to get to Yang's "friend". Yang decided, in all reality, ago her better judgement to tail the Humvee. They tried to hang back while keeping the vehicle in view but it proved to be more difficult task then the blond had originally thought. The Humvee took just about every side street, almost as if it was trying to lose them. After close to an hour of tailing they found Airborne's destination. Lopez's Auto repair.
Uh are you sure we should be doing this Yang." Asked a nervous Neptune.
The distinctive racking of a rifle bolt was heard. "Do I really need to answer that kid." The two teens turned to reveal a somewhat angry Krauss. His rifle was held across his body. They noticed that he had removed the magazine, so the cocking was probably just a scare tactic.
"A bright yellow bike is not the stealthiest of vehicles Yang. Just don't try anything stupid ok, I'm already injured enough." He replaced the magazine and slung the rifle.
"We were looking for some clues on mmph!" The rest of Neptune's sentence was cut off by Yang's hand.
"I was looking to get a tune up on my bike. What are you doing here."
Whatever Krauss was going to say was cut off when a bullhead roared onto the scene. Beneath it was slung that APC from before. A dozen curses in German were heard from the the swinging mass of Armor. Krauss scratched the back of his head which look a bit strange considering his helmet was still attached to his head.
"Yeah, just some repair work. Hopefully we can get that hunk running. It would be nice to have some armored support"
Neptune didn't really know what to think. Who were these guys they had to be loaded if they could maintain a tank. "Monty. How the hell do you guys afford all this."
"Eh the Humvee over there was issued to my squad before my little incident. And the BTR was 'Scavenged' off the hands of some Russians."
"SARGE SOME SCARY PEOPLE HAVE A TANK!"
Airborne and the two Beacon trainees turned to the entrance. A man in orange/gold coveralls with a welding mask was poking his head around the doorframe. Noticing that there were quite a few people staring at him he ducked back inside. Seconds later they heard something about a shotgun court martial followed by the ever pleasant sound of a racking pump.
"Uh would you be Lopez?" Asked Adam.
A man stepped out of the doorway. He was an odd sight. Probably nearing sixty from almost silver hair. He was dressed in fatigues that were dyed a crimson red. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of golden aviators. The massive shotgun held in his hands was very off putting to Airborne, who unknowingly placed their hands on their sidearms or clicked off safeties.
"What in the Sam Hill is going on here?"
Krauss "discreetly" nudged Adam, by kicking the back of his knee.
"Gah! Ah yes, we need some repair done on our vehicles. I heard you're crew is pretty good at that."
Sarge turned to face the two projects they were giving him. To say he was excited was an understatement. Two of his subordinates came out with lift gear. One was the orange man from before, he was accompanied by a man identical clothing, except his color was maroon. The two began with surprising swiftness hauled the two vehicles inside the shop and closed the doors.
"Ah I think we can fix them. Is there anything else you want done to them?"
"Yes. I will need the gun in the turret of the APC removed and scraped. The Sergeant here had something about upgrading the engines too, but you'll have to talk with him on that. When do you think we can retrieve them?"
Sarge turned around and said. "10"
Adam Noded and turned back to the group. " Alright we got ten hours to."
"9" the group turned back to the repair shop. The Building was now shaking and intense beams of light shot out through the joints of the two doors. "8" Sarge continued the count down till zero as Airborne slowly backed away in fear. "3, 2, 1.5, 1"
With an almost cartoonish Ding the two doors rolled up to revile the two vehicles. They looked like they had just rolled off the factory floor. The Humvee and BTR had been repainted a Olive Drab. The BTR turret was missing its gun and now sported a strange looking weapon in the turret that consisted of several large ribs going up and down the barrel. Judging from the looks, it would probably be just as dangerous to the gunner as the target. "That will be 6,000,000 Len"
Airborne looked at each other. Ozpin had technically given them a blank check with Beacon's name on it but this was kinda insane.
"Did you say Six Million Len?"
"Yep you some kind of blue?"
Ignore the odd color quip, Adam reluctantly dug out the letter.
"Alright there's instruction on your payment in their. As far as i know you'll get the payment by the beginning of the week"
Sarge looked it over his grin only seemed to grow. He muttered something about finally being able to poison grif's meal. Once again the group slowly backed away from the definitely unhinged man. They went to board the the two vehicles when they noticed something. It was dark out. They had left at 10:40AM it had taken them an hour and a half to get down to where they currently. That would put the time close to noon not, as the nearby clock stated, 22:17.
"Did we just time travel?" Asked a stunned Yang.
Krauss simply stared up at the shattered moon and said. "With all the crazy shit your planet has I wouldn't be surprised."
"What do you mean our planet?" Questioned Neptune.
Krauss swore under his breath. (Italian) "Uh tell him or just let it pass off as insanity."
Adam gave a shrug."Fuck it, don't think he'll snitch about it. But do it away from this place, I don't like these people."
"Wilco."
Adam clambered up into the Humvee's turret. "Airborne Mount up, Private you're with me. You two take the BTR."
Airborne saluted and coursed "Sir." And dispersed.
AN: Christ I'm a fucking asshole arnt I. I really do feel sorry for not getting this up sooner. School just started this week for me and I'm still trying to make heads or tales of my classes, particularly AP computer science. That women has quite literally thrown us to the wolves. Anyways I'll get the next chapter up Friday afternoon along with an update to laptop. Before warned, next chapter is where I put a gun to cannon's head. Things might just change for the better, and some people might know more then they let onto. Ok uh please review so I can try to correct the fuck ups in grammar and plot holes. (I'm keeping the pot holes though, they make a more interesting road.)
