Ying woke up, and it was still dark. Most people berated him for getting up as early as he did, but it helped him get his head clear for the day. Especially today. He had a lot of strategy to think about. And he could go talk to his men before the day got started.

Ying got into the shower, got cleaned, and put on his usual outfit of black dockers and a grey button up long sleeved shirt. He stepped back into the room. There was a little light coming through the window, giving a sunrise behind the Vale skyline. He looked at it for a second. This was a city worth saving. Shame the leaders of Vale hadn't thought that two hundred years ago in the North.

Ying snapped out of his thoughts. He turned back to his bed and sat down. He grabbed a worn pair of brown leather pointed toed cowboy boots out from under the bed and slipped them on. They added a good two inches to his height, bringing him to five feet five inches. Just enough to not be made fun of by Pyron for a while. But still enough to be made fun of by Yang. He always caught grief for being the older one and being shorter than her. When they still talked. It'd been at least ten years or more. Since Ying first went to Beacon.

Ying walked out of the room, closing the door so that he wouldn't wake Pyron up. He needed his beauty rest, after all, if he didn't want to scare people. As Ying walked down the hallway, his boots clicked against the floor. The sound echoed through the vaulted ceilings. There was no one else out right now, or so he though. As he turned the corner, he almost ran into a person coming around from the other side. He didn't run into them. They ran into him. And sent them both to the floor like a ton of bricks.

All Ying could catch as they were sprawled on the ground was a little bit of black cloth and that it was a girl. It took them a second to get their heads straight and get up. The ground has hard, cold marble after all. It wasn't very comfortable. When he got up, Ying found himself face to face with amber eyes. They stared intently at each other. As with most everyone, it had been way too long away from Blake. Then, just as abruptly as they had run into each other, they continued on their ways.

The weather was perfect out, in Yings opinion. It was around sixty and windy, blowing his shirt tails out to his right slightly. There was a little more light out now, though it was still barely dawn. His boots clacked against the stone as Ying got to his destination. A set of four large warehouses on Beacon property set behind the school. They were usually empty, as all the items that had been there were now under the school. Now that Ying was here, however, they were all filled to the brim.

Ying grabbed the handle of the double doors, turned it with a creak, and threw the doors open. The doors banged on their rubber stops, the sound echoing off the large building and brought the some two hundred and twenty five men and women to attention. They all stood in pairs of two beside of metal bunk beds. They were all in differing states of getting dressed. Some had their olive green shirts, forest green pants, green tin anti- shrapnel helmets, and black boots on. Some were still in their underwear half asleep. Ying started walking up the isle between the beds, making eye contact with each soldier he passed.

"At ease men. Get ready. We've been here only a day, and already are being put to work by Ozpin. We have a huge nest to clear, and it needs cleared yesterday. We leave in an hour. I want the half tracks warm, the machine guns loaded, and the artillery hooked up in two hours. Its just us and Pyron. Radio the other half and tell them. see you then.". Ying finished, reaching the end of isle and turning on the ball of his foot to look directly at the doors he had come in. He saluted, and the men and women immediately returned in sync. He then tuned again, opened the double doors on this side of the building, walked out, and closed them. He walked back to Beacon. He needed to get ready for the fun, after all.

As Ying got back to his room, it was now almost full day, and Pyron still wasn't up. So,Ying decided to to help him with that. He walked quietly up to Pyron's bed, and kicked the leg. Hard. Pyron immediately shot up in his bed, staring death at Ying. "We've got a mission, and I've been ready for hours while you've been laying here making my job harder. Let's go before I leave you and make you run." Ying said. He was busy putting his armor on. It was a bit different than yesterdays. This armor had the same chest plate, grieves, and arm guards as yesterday. However, it now had larger pauldrons, coming to Ying's jawline, but still leaving enough space for his head to fully articulate. He had on an octagonal shaped helmet with a face place that allowed only rectangles for his eyes and a grate for his mouth. And he had on different gauntlets. They were black, unlike the rest of his armor. They had three inch claws on each finger tip, and had pistol cylinders embedded right above the back of the hand. The barrels ran until they were exposed in between the slightly exaggerated knuckles. There were two barrels per hand.

Pyron had the same outfit and weapons as yesterday. Ying went to the weapon rack, grabbed his trusty long sword, and slung it across his back. He looked at Pyron, they nodded at each other, and walked out the door, ready to get this show on the road.