After the incident between the Red Line soldiers and the police department in Vale, the communists were immediately brought to an Atlesian airship where members of the Spartan Order -including Artyom himself- would see to the interrogation led by General Ironwood. All of the Reds were disarmed of their weapons at the request of the Polis Rangers while Artyom stood inside of the observation room. Then Colonel Miller entered the room before closing the door. "Good evening, Artyom. I hope you had a wonderful time with that specialist." He began.

The young man glanced over to his superior. "I would have actually enjoyed that evening with Winter if the Reds didn't stumble on it."

"Don't worry. I'll give you some leave time while Uhlman and the other Rangers take in for you." The colonel assured him.

The door to the interrogation room revealed General Ironwood standing in the doorway. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting." Ironwood began.

Then the communist glanced over to the general with a smile. "No, it wasn't too long. I got to say, I never thought I would actually be riding in an airship. Hard for me to believe after all of these years."

"I see you appreciate the technology of Atlas." The general took his seat across from soldier as Professor Goodwitch joined his company. "Please ignore my associate's presence if you can."

The man smiled. "I don't really care, honestly. All I care about is going home." He said.

The Rangers heard the door unlock on their end, only for them to see Professor Ozpin walk in. "May I join both of you?" The headmaster began.

Colonel Miller shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind. Besides, it might give you some insight about our world."

"Do you really think so?" Ozpin wondered.

"Trust me, I do."

Silence filled the observation room as General Ironwood cleared his throat. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am General Ironwood of the Atlesian Military. May I know who I'm speaking to."

The bald Russian spat at the ground on his right before speaking. "My name is Pavel Morozov, I am a soldier of the Red Line and the head of what remains of my squad."

Artyom noted Ironwood's eyebrows being raised. "The remains of your squad? What happened?"

"How would I describe it?" The Red placed his hand on his chin. "One moment, my men and I just killed an entire patrol of Nazis on the surface and then I'm suddenly brought to this place a moment later."

"Excuse me? That sounds hard to believe."

"With all due respect, I was in the middle of a storm and brought into a warehouse. Besides, do you want me to continue or not?"

"Apologies. I take account of plenty of details."

"I met a group of people wearing these white masks." Pavel replied. "Don't know who they are, but they attacked us on the spot. The only reason we were able to escape was when he deployed some canisters and used the sewers to escape."

The general leaned forward. "White masks? You're referring to the White Fang, aren't you?"

Pavel expressed his surprise. "You know those people?"

"Yes, they're a terrorist organization that has harmed many lives. They threaten the peace of Remnant with their ways. However, what interests me is that you described a warehouse. If they attacked you, then it appears that you discovered a possible hideout or a stash."

"Ah, so that's why I'm here. Opa, I hoped you got what you needed."

Ironwood smiled. "Well, you're not off the hook?"

"What?"

"I need to be sure if the White Fang still remain in that warehouse and you're going to go back there."

The communist rolled his eyes. "I knew it was going all too well. So how are we going to do that?"

"You and your men are going to backtrack your way there with my support. Once you find it, we'll secure the place and forget about it."

Professor Goodwitch joined the conversation. "You don't think it's going to be that easy to get in."

"Perhaps, but if we can find it we might know something about what the White Fang are up to."

Ozpin began to talk. "It appears that there is more out of this incident than a simple issue." Then he looked at Artyom. "What do you think, young man?"

"I have a bad feeling about this." The Polis Ranger replied. "Nothing should be this simple."

Then the colonel caught his attention. "Artyom, I don't trust these Reds so I'm going to see if I can get Uhlman and Ironwood to bring additional backup just in case they don't whack you in the head."

"You do not trust the Reds?" Ozpin questioned. "That's odd."

"I'll tell Ironwood not to put too much faith in these guys." Miller stated. "Back in the Metro, the Red Line has a dark history of subverting stations under their control along with their agents. To put it lightly, they're one step above the Nazis, which isn't saying much."

"I see. Allow me to convince Ironwood, he requires a… different approach."

Winter Schnee stepped out of the building where her baby sister was staying at. It was good to know that she had the company of those who were not as strict compared to the families in Atlas. She shivered underneath the moonlight, the midnight cold being cruel to the young woman still wearing her dress. Her shoes clicked with each step on the sidewalk, but she recognized a figure walking out from behind the pillars to her left. "Khan?"

The old Russian walked up to her with a smile. "I see you have had a pleasant night."

"How did you get here?" She questioned. "Why didn't Artyom or the Rangers inform me?"

"Do not blame the Rangers, because I had my own means going between this world and the other." It was strange to hear him speak in such a calm manner.

Curious, the specialist asked. "Why are you here? Are you helping the Rangers with something?"

"Not directly, but hopefully it will help on open minds." Khan explained. "However, this is a personal matter which you are connected to."

"What am I connected to? Why does this concern me?"

The mystic smiled. "The voice in your head. He's been waiting for me to help him regain his form."

"Hunter…" Winter trailed off.

"Yes, my brother. He told you to look for me, but I need you to do something. For your own sake at the very least."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to bring him out." Khan explained. "However, tell no one about this. Do I make myself clear?"

She expressed a slight nod of her head as the old man began to speak; however, his next set of words were not even Vytalian. It was different entirely. Whatever he was saying, she looked around and saw shadows of people walking towards her as he continued his strange chant. Whatever it meant, the strangeness continued until the shadows disappeared along with Khan's chanting.

He glanced over to her and smiled. "It is done."

A metaphysical form of a man walked out of her as he began coughing. Yet, she remained shocked knowing who that man was. "Hunter?" Winter wondered.

The supernatural person began to fade into reality as he gasped for air. "I hate to say it, Khan, but you're right. Don't fuck with the Dark Ones like that ever again." Then he turned his full attention on the specialist. "Oh, hello Winter."

It was too much for the specialist to handle as she fainted onto the grass.

"Well, how are you going to explain this?"

The mystic lowered his head. "This might be the hardest revelation I had to make."

"Don't be such a downer. I'm back. Now I can go kill that bitch who stole my beasts."

"The last time we did something like that, we had to curse someone for failing to remove her."

"Good point. Though, I do wonder how we're going to explain this to anyone without looking weird."

"Perhaps you should know when to be silent and let me speak. Let's go find Artyom and try to explain all of this to him and Colonel Miller."

"When did we decide Artyom was going to stop her?" Hunter questioned as he led the way.

"We didn't, I can thank you for bringing him on this path few should ever walk." Khan answered. "Besides, every story needs its hero."

Cinder's plan almost came into fruition, but the arrival of these Rangers and the incident at that White Fang arsenal had changed everything. She could proceed, but that warehouse needed to be cleared out by Adam before the Atlesians catch wind of everything. Neo made an excellent job in keeping her informed about the third strangers who were now pawns in this game. It was a slight mishap, but soon everything will be in place.

The young maiden took a look at her scroll, observing all of the data she had hacked from that one night. Very useful information indeed. All that mattered was the White Fang's ability to get out that building and relocating to another, which the Atlesian military couldn't be able to do. If these strangers were being used then perhaps they would lack the capabilities of the military personnel.

Two figures walked into her room, her company. "Emerald, Mercury, did Adam do what I asked?"

Emerald nodded her head. "Yes. They're starting to ship everything to new and separate locations. The military won't even know until then."

"Good. I want both of you to oversee the transportation and see to it that it gets to its destination."

"We understand."

Then Mercury brought up a point. "What if those weirdos do find us?"

Cinder smiled. "You know what is expected of both of you."

"Death is coming."

"She is coming."

"Artyom needs our help."

"But he tried to destroy us."

"He's changed."

"How can we know?"

"When the hour has come. He will decide."

"Like when he tried to kill us."

Silence filled the consciousness of the Dark Ones. It had been a difficult year for them to cope with the loss they had suffered. How could one of their own try to wipe them out? Yet, thoughts about their approach to finding the one who they rescued a long time ago made them reconsider.

"He knows and he's afraid."

"He must understand."

"Help him understand."

"Death is coming."

"We must save life."

"Save Artyom for he will save life." The surviving Dark Ones agreed unanimously as they waited for their lonely young one to look for them - to free them. Then they sensed a disturbance in their surroundings. "It is time."

The great doors began to open...

Author's Note: While the banter between Hunter and Khan might not appear serious and slightly out of character, it was inspired by a scene in the Metro 2033 novel and I decided to find some way to make it seem somewhat light-hearted and not too serious. Originally, I didn't want to add that bitwith Cinder and the Dark Ones, but I believed there needed to be more content to be somewhat satisfying. Apologies for the cliffhanger.

TheShadowOfZama: Khan might show up every now and then, like always, but I don't intend for him to be the exposition. After all, he's just on the sidelines while the choice and the burden is on another.

As for political backlash, it will bite Polis later on.

: Thanks for understanding.

Guest: While Hunter is following mortals, it's to appear mundane and nothing special in the eyes of regular humans. A perfect disguise when you simply want to observe.

Guest: I don't think that would happen. If Khan reveals he's a god from another world, I believe they would show more respect to him. If you read Artyom's notes during the events of Metro 2033, he writes how the most powerful order in the Metro is listening to the words of an old mystical man.

OverKing: Yep. Hunter is the God of Darkness and the reason I chose Hunter and Khan is because they hold different perspectives. Hunter's philosophy is "If it's hostile, kill it." You can live along those words, but it's a very limited view of the world. While khan's philosophy is "Try to have a better understanding of things before you make judgement." A philosophy focused on being open to the strange and the new.

About that question you asked me, it's rather simple. The laws of the Metro are far more different from the laws of Remnant. They left their world and gave humanity a choice, what right do they have to choose for humans in another. After all, it was humanity's choice to use the bombs.

Psihopatul: Thanks. One of the problems I've noticed in RWBY crossovers is that sometimes it's too focused on making a crossover character into a student/teacher at Beacon and following the stations of canon.

Tinboy: Well, Hunter wasn't necessarily an asshole. He lived by a certain philosophy and Artyom followed it during the events of Metro 2033. He'd just assume that the Dark Ones were simply just other mutants.

Fernan G: Here is another helping.