AN: holy crap, I actually got this out in just over a week.

The sun was approaching the horizon as the team of trainees reunited. Half an hour earlier Port had radioed in saying he and Oobleck had found the warehouse the gang of thieves were staying in. A full five minutes were spent on Summer and Port arguing over whether it should be referred to as a hideout or a lair before Ozpin shut them both down; a remarkable feat of mental endurance, and a personal best for him.

Now reassembled a few blocks away from said hide-lair, the team was left waiting for Ozpin to finish his calls to both the headmaster and the police chief.

Summer sidled over to Taiyang, "So, was your travel buddy as cheerful as mine?"

Taiyang grinned, "Serves you right for this morning"

"Oh, come on Tai. You're not still mad about that are you?" she said, "all I did was make everyone present question your sexual preferences is all, what's something like that between friends"

"…My God."

"What?"

"You're actually like, physically incapable of taking anything seriously aren't you?"

"Hey now-" she started to object

"It's okay Summer, we accept you for who you are, weird mental issues and all. We'll just make sure not to take you to funerals"

Summer stared up at Tai, "…I see you're giving a few back. Well that's good," she said. The blonde grinned at his apparent victory.

Summer smirked, 'poor poor Taiyang, you make this too easy for me' she thought before unleashing the words that would destroy her partner's mind.

"I like a man who can keep up with me."

…

Over the course of the following few seconds Taiyang's face contorted to meet each successive emotion that his mind experienced. Starting at a confident grin, proud of for once throwing Rose on the back foot with his retort, his face shifted first to simple acknowledgement of the perceived complement; this was quickly followed by confusion, at the possible interpretation of her wording; next came an embarrassed realisation of the innuendo; with annoyance and anger at realizing he'd just been played like a fiddle barely managing to alight his face before his brain finally shut down from the stress of trying to process so many lewd thoughts simultaneously.

Summer barely managed to hold back peals of laughter at the comical display. Taiyang may have the sense of humour required to keep up with her, but his fatal flaw whenever he attempted to combat her in a battle of words and wits was thus: He was a hormonal teenage male, and Summer was a master of the deadly art of flirting; it really wasn't even a contest.

There are some who might argue that rendering your partner's mental processes inert, immediately preceding a confrontation, was at best unwise and at worst lackadaisical. Sumer's response to such accusations would be to inform said disputers of their status as, 'Huge nerds', before claiming that it was her duty to do so as Beacon's Chief Flirt, and then proceeding to feed them their own dictionaries. She was not a complex person; she enjoyed life's simple pleasures; and at this moment there was nothing that could please her more than the look on Taiyang's face as his brain tried to return itself to a functional state.

Night had fallen by the time they were ready to begin their offensive. Ozpin's breathing was steady and quiet. In his own way he was as excited by the mission as much as everyone else, but he wasn't about to let himself ruin their element of surprise because of carelessness. The thieves might have been capable of evading and fighting the police, but they'd quickly crumble under his plan of attack.

Checking again to see that everyone was in position, Ozpin gave the signal to begin their assault. Taiyang nodded, drawing back a fist and slamming it into the heavy door; the metal buckled, before its hinges gave way and it burst from its frame. Next Oobleck and Summer came crashing through the large windows on either side of the door, followed by Glynda sweeping up all the glass debris in her telekinesis, swirling the deadly shards into a small vortex at her side. Then finally Ozpin and Port came through the door, following in Taiyang's wake, weapons at the ready.

As he crossed the threshold Ozpin immediately began taking stock of his surroundings. 'Glynda has armed herself, Summer and Oobleck are moving forward to engage' his eyes shifted to the enemy combatants, 'four opponents, roughly fifty metres away , limited cover' he thought, glancing around the bare, open interior; empty save for a few old couches off to the sides. His eyes moved back to the warehouse's occupants, disturbingly the small group had all been facing their point of entry, as if they were expecting their arrival.

Shaking the thought from his mind Ozpin continued his observation. 'One opponent heavily armed' he thought, referring to the sable-haired girl at the front of the four, She had five swords of various makes on her person, two were held in crossed sheathes on her back, with two more hanging at her hips and the hilt of a fifth visible, strapped at her waist.

Summer rushed forward to engage the girl, her curved dual swords at the ready. She closed the distance in mere moments, bringing both swords forward in a scissor-like motion, attempting to incapacitate the girl before the rest of their opponents could respond.

Ozpin's eyes widened when the girl's right hand flashed down to the sword at her waist; drawing the straight blade in a reverse grip and bracing it against her arm, she brought it up to meet both of the huntress's swords, blocking Summer's blow and shoving her back before returning the sword to its sheathe.

While Ozpin considered Summer to be brash, reckless and insubordinate, he would admit that she was one of the fastest people he'd ever met. To seeing this girl react fast enough to block her attack had him worried, it seemed their opponents were more skilled than the police files had suggested.

Summer backed up, now wary of her opponent's speed. The crimson-eyed Brunette took the opportunity to unsheathe the large curved sword on her back, settling into a wide, low stance, she stood ready to counter the cloaked speedster should she attack again.

The rest of the team lined up with Summer, as their adversaries did the same alongside the swordswomen. All hands were on weapons. Neither side moved. The atmosphere became heavy with tension, the storm would come but for now they experienced the calm that preceded it.

Ozpin again took the opportunity to study their opponents, this time more closely. Standing in the centre of the group was the brunette Swordswoman; she was dressed in faded black jeans and a dark red tank top, a black leather jacket thrown over the top. What surprised Ozpin the most was when he met her eyes and saw the same calculating gaze that he wore reflected in them, she was sizing him up.

On the Swordswoman's left stood a boy, maybe an inch shorter than Ozpin himself, of average build with sandy blond hair. Ozpin noted the baton like objects in his hands, escrima sticks; he was a close range fighter then. Unlike his companions this boy stood completely relaxed, a small, knowing smile on his face.

To the right of those two stood a girl with long flowing hair, the colour of bronze. She had on a dark orange windbreaker, and of the entire group was the only one not visibly carrying a weapon. Her hazel eyes, gleaming with anticipation, and eager smirk reminded Oz of Summer all too much.

To the right of orange girl was another boy, it was hard to make out his physique under the grey and black tracksuit he wore, but he seemed muscular. His irises were a slightly darker shade of white then the rest of his eyes, with the same colour displayed by his curly mop of hair, the worried look he held sharply contrasting the glee of orange girl. The boy was grasping a dagger in each hand, nervously adjusting his grip every few moments.

'All seem to be close range fighters, let Glynda and Oobleck hang back to provide supporting fire, engage them one on one and overwhelm individually.'

Ozpin saw it all in his mind's eye, this plan would work adequately, with Glynda and Oobleck backing up each of them, there was no way for them to lose their individual fights. Ozpin turned his head and was about to give his orders to the team when he noticed a small glint of moonlight off metal above the door they entered through. Reality crawled to a stop as Ozpin's thought's raced.

'Light coming from high off the ground inside a warehouse, there's a catwalk.'

'It's above were we entered, they were prepared for us, this is an ambush.'

'Light reflecting off metal'

"Sniper!" Ozpin yelled, right before he heard the shot being fired.

AN: So in this chapter I introduce a bunch of people and try to give them descriptions. This has always been kind of a weak point of mine, so I'd like any feedback that can be provided on that section. Apart from that I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll try and get a new one out as soon as possible.