The forest was getting thicker and thicker, but the half tracks weren't slowing down any. They had split into three groups to create a three pronged attack against the Grimm, hoping to confuse them enough to get as easy a fight as they could. The sound of the half tracks slowing down caused the hunters and huntresses to get their weapons ready. They were ready to go out, when the machine gun on the half track suddenly lit up. The sound was deafening to the dust users. They heard the gruesome sounds of targets getting hit and ripped apart by .50 cal machine gun rounds. Other men were either going out the hastily opened back doors of the half tracks, or vaulting over the sides. Ying, Yang, Blake and Ruby all went out the back. One after the other. That's when they finally got a good look at what they were up against. It wasn't Grimm, it was White Fang soldiers.
"God dammit Ozpin!" Ying yelled as he opened fire, mowing down the nearest couple White Fang that heard him. But more stepped in to take their place, only to be cut down again. They were swarming them with more men by the second, and Ying's company was getting closed in. There was no way, even with four hunters and huntresses, that this would be easy. His men were doing their best to thin the heard, but it still wasn't enough. Ruby was running around, flipping through the air and spinning like a deadly saw blade, cutting down anything in her path. Yang was going through punching, kicking, and shooting anything that dared try to attack her. Blake was slicing and dicing people like some sort of living blender. Yet the White Fang weren't dying fast enough for Ying. They were still losing ground, albeit a little slower than before.
That's when Ying got an idea. He dipped his hand into the front of his shirt, and brought out a small, pipe- like whistle. He pressed it to his lips, and blew into it. It produced a shrill whistle. It was enough to stun the faunus on the White Fang and Blake, but gave Ying's men the right idea. They let out a loud cry, and ran forward, firing their weapons as fast as they could. The half tracks were put into gear and crawled forward, providing cover and cover fire. When the White Fang got their senses back, they quickly realized they were being beaten back, badly. They were dying in droves. The bullets from the White Fang just bounced off the air in front of Ying's men.
They managed to drive the White Fang back into the forest. As the battle was finnishing, the other two groups of Ying's men came up from either side. They were ready for a fight, but all they got was the aftermath. Pyron jumped out of the passenger seat of a half track and ran up to Ying.
"What the hell happened here?" he ask, looking around.
"White Fang attack, what happened at your post?" Ask Ying, looking at Pyron.
"Nothing. It was quiet until you guys started shooting. When it didn't calm down after a few minutes, we came here as fast as we could." Replied Pyron. Ying just nodded and bent down to the corpse of a Whits Fang soldier. He picked up the unmistakeable white mask with the White Fang logo emblazoned on it, and tucked it into his jacket.
"Well, I'm going to call this mission incomplete, and report back to Ozpin. As much as I'd like to pursue, I'd like to know why there were White Fang instead of Grimm. I don't want to be left in the dark this time." said Ying, getting into a half track. The others did the same. All the hunters and huntresses piled into one half track with three soldiers, two sitting at the very back and one on the gun. Ying was driving, Pyron was riding shotgun, and the others were lined up by team along the seats in the back.
After they were underway for a few minutes, Yang decided to break the silence. "You have more than a little explaining to do" she practically shouted over the wind. Ying barely heard her. He held up a finger, signaling her to wait for a minute. He reached over into an ammo box sitting to his left right behind the door, flipped the two latches with one hand, and pulled out 10 head sets with large foam earpieces and small mics. When everyone had them on their heads and turned on, Ying ask, "Can everyone hear me?" The all replied to the affirmative.
"Where do you want me to start? One at a time, please." Ying said. "Wasn't this supposed to be a Grimm raid?" ask Pyron. Ying sighed at the obvious first question.
Ying replied, "It was. That's why I'm trying to get back to Beacon as fast as possible."
"Why don't you just call them on your scroll?" ask Pyrrha in a matter of fact voice.
"Because I don't use Scrolls for my missions or army. I use old CB radio equipment from up North."
Everyone just looked at him in confusion. And like he was crazy. Which he was.
"I'll explain when we get back to Beacon, debrief, and have some lunch." Ying said.
AN: Alright. Establishing time is over, thank God. Anyway, this is where the fun really begins. These first few chapters were just to show you guys the basic's of what we're working with in the beginning. Hopefully I'll get better about updating and writing. Hope you all are liking it so far. Look forward to the next chapter in a week or so. If there's anything you guy's would like me to try to improve on besides an update schedule, fell free to bug the hell out of me until I address it. Anyway, that's all for now, have fun!
