After what felt like hours of observing the suspects, Vastano settle himself behind a display before he saw the two strangers slip into the generator room However, the second figure stopped in front of the doorway and looked around. The officer turned away from looking over the corner and placed a hand over his mouth.

His body sensed dread, a great amount of it. Johnny remained in place for a time until he began to calm down before hearing the door shut tight. Then he turned over the corner, only to see that the door was closed.

The captain rose from the safety of his cover, walking over to the generator room. However, he heard someone clicking the floor. "Vastano, what are you doing this late. You should be in bed." Johnny turned around and saw Professor Goodwitch with her infamous glare. "You know the rules for being up this late."

He had to defend himself this time. "Professor, I saw some suspicious people walk into the generator room a couple seconds ago." Johnny began. "I was going to investigate it-"

Then he saw Professor Goodwitch pull out a riding crop and aimed in his direction. "Get down!"

Without hesitation, he immediately dropped to the ground as he saw the professor glow with the color of violet before the color formed into a single point and escaped through her weapon. The color flew over his head as he slipped over to the display.

Looking back at the direction, Johnny saw the two suspicious strangers in their uniforms and white masks standing in front of the generator room. However, they were wielding an advanced weapons the Atlas guards would carry. They opened up on the professor as he looked back to her out of concern. Yet, she had managed to surprise him when the blue-colored rounds flew towards her as she cartwheeled away from the rounds.

Suddenly, he heard thunder coming from the position of the attackers. Johnny looked over to see that the two suspicious masked men were standing beneath a hailstorm, only to receive a painful attack from the hails splashing into their bodies. Then Professor Goodwitch walked past him quickly before she brought her riding crop and dissipated the storm. Soon she stood over the two masked men who groaned in pain. "Vastano, would please relieve them of their weapons."

Heeding to her calls, the Paratrooper captain made his way over to her assailants and ripped the weapons out from their grasp. Then he took two steps back as he inspected the weapons with his own very eyes. As he held the weapons, he inspected them with curiosity and awe at the engineering required to make them. "Damn." He whispered to himself.

He immediately stopped caring for the weapons as he looked over to Professor Goodwitch speaking. "What is the White Fang doing here?" She asked the two masked men. "Answer me!" The professor demanded.

The White Fang member on the right sat up as he scoffed at her. "This institution needs to be destroyed. It is a symbol of humanity's reign over the faunus."

"And you justify this by trying destroy an academy in Atlas!"

Although his face was covered, his mouth was not. The masked terrorist grinned up to the professor. "It also acts as potential recruits to the Atlas Military. So it is safe to say it is a military target as well… too bad you can't stop the bombs."

Then the first thought occurred to Vastano's mind as he tossed the two guns aside. He swore to himself running past the professor before an explosion erupted from within the generator room. However, the door was not strong enough before it flew open and forced the paratrooper captain off of his feet.

Professor Goodwitch's voice called out to him. "No wait-"

Glynda Goodwitch smelled ash and dust in the air as she groaned out of the massive impact of the blast. She was thankful when her aura prevented the damage as she struggled to open her eyes. Then she soon saw Vastano walk past her while the member of the White Fang struggled to reach for his weapons.

The two confronted each other, but she saw Vastano reach into his jacket and brought out a sidearm. The professor watched in surprise as she witnessed a different side of the young man that she thought she knew. From the information she learned about him, he was a soldier and that was a fact. However, she watched in horror as he pulled the trigger.

That single gunshot rang out into her ringing ears as she sat up from the ground. Soon after he fired his sidearm, she heard him speak. "You son of a bitch!" He cried out as he jumped the member of the White Fang.

At first, her eyes believed Vastano was punching him, but this was completely different. The words to describe his actions was savagery. He was bringing his full fury upon the defenseless foe; however, the hand which was used to smash into the faunus was also carrying the gun as well.

This young man was doing something barbaric, something she had never expected him to do at his age. Never had she thought he would kill a person. Then she sought out the only word he would answer to, his name. "Vastano?" The professor questioned with concern.

The captain turned around as his jacket was covered in the blood of faunus he bludgeoned to death. "Professor, are you alright?" He asked while Glynda noted he was breathing hard after his actions. It was probably the results of an adrenaline rush.

She acknowledged him with a nod. "Vastano, did you…" The professor couldn't find the words to describe his actions.

"That S.O.B. was reaching out for one of those guns." He replied, disregarding the fact that he took another life. "I couldn't let him get the chance to use it." Vastano quickly turned around and grabbed one of the weapons. "God-damn it, they blew the generators out."

Suddenly, an aircraft flew over their heads and dropping a ramp from the rear. Then everything changed when Glynda saw more members of the White Fang dropping into the academy courtyard.

"Oh shit, this is an assault. We got to alert security." Vastano commented.

Glynda rose from the floor and turned away to the young man. "Come with me, I know the easiest route." She began as she made her way from the remains of the generator room. Turning her head back, Vastano rose from the body and grabbed one of the guns from the floor.

After hearing the explosion, Persinette felt her scroll ring loudly before she began to check it. There was a city-wide alert and it shocked her.

ALERT: Atlas Academy under attack. All students are to report to the emergency launch pads!

Surprised by the news, she jumped to her feet from the couch and stormed into another room. "Velvet, wake up!" The faunus girl twitched her ears, but remained deep in her sleep. She ran over to her and nudged her enough for her to get up.

The girl rose her head with a groan. "Pers, what's going on?" Velvet asked before Persinette got to her face.

"Velvet, we have to leave. The academy is under attack."

"What?!" The bunny girl cried out. "Whose attacking?!"

"I don't know, but we have to get to the armory."

The girls began to make their way from their room as they entered the hallway; however, they were filled with shock and fear as they looked from the side of the hallway. From the windows, they witnessed the sight of some parts of the academy burning where as other parts of the academy remain in ruins.

Soon they turned their attention below to see the academy courtyard turn into a firefight. On one side, Atlas troopers began to make their way in to reinforce their allies. On the other side, members from a known terrorist group had jumped off of their Bullhead and traded gunfire against the Atlas Military.

Velvet commented with fear in her voice. "What is the White Fang doing here?"

Persinette took her hand and pulled her away from the window. "Come on, we have to get out of here."

Turning away from the scene below, the girls noticed three Atlas troopers storm into the hallways and knock on the dorm doors. "Atlas Military, everyone get to the armory. Otherwise go the landing pads and evacuate the academy!"

One of the men turned their heads and noticed Persinette. "Girls, are you specialists?!" Then Velvet hesitantly nodded with her head. "Alright, what about you?!" Referring to Persinette.

She only came into the academy to join the Atlas Military. Whereas Velvet aspired to become a huntress, but in Atlas she would be called a specialist. All she could do was shake her head.

"We'll get you to the landing pads. Okay?"

Then she shook the thought of leaving Velvet behind. "Nope, I'm going to help you guys. Is that alright with you?"

The trooper turned away from them and looked to one of the men knocking on the dorm doors. "One of them says she wants to help!"

The leader of the troopers nodded his head. "Okay, get her to the armory then. She can find a gun from there."

Relieved by the news Persinette sighed before one of the troopers came forward. "Follow me."

It was a quiet night as Captain Durante stood out in the cold winds as he smoked his cigarette. He admired the sight of seeing the shattered moon shine above him before a hand tapped his shoulder. Turning around, the captain looked over his shoulder to find Derby rubbing his hands together. "Kurt, what brings you here?"

The older man was hesitant to reply. "Seems like those Atlas people have a problem. They want you at the command post to talk with General Ironwood."

"Did you ask him why?"

"Colonel Strudwick explained to him that they can't spare me since I'm needed for defenses and Edwards can't go to help them since he's command of a mechanized company. They got a few volunteers from Able Company, but they're wondering if you can help them out."

"Sure, I will go tell them myself." The captain replied. "You go get some rest, I'll be find."

"Son, don't get yourself killed. Things will get boring here."

"No worries, I'll be fine."

Monte Durante made his way across the camp, knowing which way to go within the camp. After days of adjusting to this new command post, it was almost feeling like home… almost.

Once getting across the mess area, the captain slipped into the tent to see Colonel Strudwick turn around with Captain Argall beside him. Then he turned to his left to see General Ironwood himself and Specialist Schnee with him. "General, Colonel," He respectfully spoke. "Is something you two need me to do?"

The British colonel was the first to confront him. "Lad, the general-here is asking if you can offer any assistance to stopping a threat at an academy."

"Yes sir, I'll see if I can get some of my boys to help out." Then Monte turned to the general. "Say, what are up against?"

The Atlas general placed his hands behind his back before speaking. "They are a known terrorist group called the White Fang. They've been terrorizing Remnant ever since the protest group started to… militarize their ways. Right now they're attacking the academy and could potentially harm my students."

Then the specialist spoke up. "You have ten minutes to get your men together."

"I'll get my men in five. How are we going to get there?"

"By airship of course."