The command tent became very busy as the staff had to adjust to their Soviet counterparts, who brought their equipment in conjunction with their Western Allies. Standing near the entrance, Colonel Strudwick took his time to light his pipe as he noticed the Soviet staff look up at the entrance. Turning his head, a familiar face had arrived on the scene as the colonel took off his officer's cap and placed it beneath his arm. "Colonel Churkin, it is a surprise to find you here." The British officer began. "I was hoping for an explanation as to why there were Soviet soldiers assisting us in the defense of our little settlement."

The Soviet grabbed a seat and sat across from him, coughing the cold weather off. "Comrade, the situation is dire enough that STAVKA sent me here to urge you and your subordinates to stop whoever is bringing those monsters into Germany."

"What is going on?"

"The monsters have increased their attacks on the towns and bases." Answered Churkin. "My superiors were even reluctant to allow the Germans to defend their own country. How long are you going to wait until they begin to spread into Europe and Mother Russia?"

Strudwick calmly replied. "I know you don't want to hear this sort of words coming from my own lips, but we're doing the best we can. We're trying to find Doctor Amsel, the man responsible for this mess, but our movement is limited since this frozen wasteland filled with them." Then he removed the pipe as the smoke arose from the top. "However, my findings have discovered who was responsible for the attack on Lorch."

"Is that so? Then why didn't you take any action?"

"I have, I've sent some of the Yanks to assist the locals living on this side of the world." The British colonel answered. "Right now, I'm gaining their favor will assist us in dealing with Doctor Amsel once and for all."

The Soviet looked around the tent to find his staff blend in that of his Western Allies. "Then I must say that you have handled this situation better than I expected of you westerners." Churkin replied as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "I just hope things do not go out for the worst. Both of us have been fighting too long to go through five more years."

"I concur, we shouldn't be used to fighting this long."

Bill Edwards found himself in the company of Johnny as he toured the Atlas Academy for him. Going from certain other areas of the academy into the dorm where he was temporarily living at. "This reminds me of my time at West Point. Just without the snow getting in the way. Though I wonder how you handled it? You are not the type to be schooled."

The paratrooper officer quickly answered. "I know, but when Atlas found me they decided to put me here since I'm from another world. Besides, it wasn't that bad if you want my opinion."

"Really? I normally don't expect you to be in school kind of person."

"Just because I got in trouble with the law doesn't mean I don't like school." Replied Vastano. "Besides, the academy has girls and boys in the same class together and it even applies to the dorms."

A whistle was all Edwards could produce. "I guess you were enjoying the company in your dorm?"

"Yep, but there was this one time I had to shop with them. Let's just say they are outgoing and one of them has bunny ears."

"Wait, you mean those bunny ears like those casinos?"

"No, I actually mean real bunny ears."

Edwards scoffed at the idea. "So you found someone who actually likes to play dress up."

"Bill-nevermind, we're here anyways." Replied Johnny as he walked over to the door of the dorm and knocked on it.

"Say, why are we here again?" Wondered the officer of Baker Company.

"I forgot something and I thought it was a good idea to pick it up since we're passing by. Not to mention, a good tour of the place."

After knocking the door three more times, Edwards heard a girl speak up. "I get it, you're at the door!" She cried out as it unlocked before it swung open.

However, both officers raised eyebrows to find Persinette Jackson standing in the middle of doorway… wearing very short shorts. Vastano and Edwards had seen British and German troops wear shorts in North Africa. Although it was a new sight for them, the fact that girls were allowed to wear this kind of wear simply befuddled the mind.

"Johnny?" She said his name, grabbing the attention of the officer's attention. "What are you doing here?" Then she looked to the second officer. "Who's this?"

After they were brought to reality, Edwards did his best to ignore the fact that she was exposing more skin than most girls would do. Then Vastano answered and explained the situation. "Persinette, this is Bill Edwards." Edwards waved his hand with a smile. "He's a friend from Baker Company. I was touring him around before I pass by to get my things. Are you okay?"

Her expression immediately changed. "I'm fine, I already cried myself to sleep for three days. I had enough time to mourn my dad… come on in, Velvet is watching the news right now."

As the daughter of Jackson allowed the two officers into the dorm, she closed the door and locked it behind them. However, Edwards could not believe what he was seeing. They were watching the news on some kind of display, but the elephant in the room was sitting right in the couch and eating a bowl of cereal in same kind of shorts with her eyes staring into the screen.

There was a girl with bunny ears; however, these were not fake. They were directly attached to her head and all Edwards could do was walk behind the couch and simply touch them. "Are these real?" He wondered to himself before he touched the girl's ears again.

She stopped eating and turned her head around looked up to find Edwards standing behind her. "Will you not do that?" The bunny girl answered. "I don't like that when someone touches my ears."

"I'm sorry." The captain apologized.

Then her eyes lit up and looked to Vastano. "Johnny, what brings you back? I thought you were leaving with the rest of your friends?"

The paratrooper smiled. "I forgot one of my belongings." He answered. "Oh Velvet, I would like to introduce the man touching your ears, Edwards."

"Don't touch my ears ever again." Velvet replied before she continued to eat her bowl of cereal.

Edwards took off his helmet and took a seat at a wooden table. "Vastano, were you living here?"

Johnny walked into his former room before he came out and answered. "Yes, I see you happen to like the place."

"Damn, this is something I have to write back to my father."

"That's if the letter gets past the OSS."

Persinette walked into the kitchen as she pulled out a case of crackers and munched on them. "OSS, do you work for those guys?" She asked with the crackers crushed between her teeth.

"The Office of Strategic Services, definitely no." Answered Johnny. "The merry band of misfits, including myself, are not qualified for that kind of duty. The only guy who seemed suitable is twice my age, that is if they decide to take him in."

After swallowing the crackers in her mouth, Edwards noticed she seemed curious. "Wait, you have misfits?"

The company commander of Baker Company sighed at the thought of introducing Monte to her. "Yeah." He replied. "The people Vastano and I work with are not exactly normal to begin with. I mean, Johnny's a criminal doing his time, I'm a kid from West Point who likes to engineer with some stuff, Durante's a wildcard who just likes stealing other people's weapons, and Derby is a veteran of the Great War."

There was some shock after the mention of the Great War was mention. Edwards turned his attention to Velvet, only to see that she stopped eating and Persinette put down her box of crackers on the counter.

The bunny girl shifted in her seat to turn her attention onto the conversation they were having. "Wait, you guys had a Great War in your world?" Wondered Persinette as she looked to Edwards and Vastano with her expression. "What started it?"

"I suggest that you ask Derby." Answered Edwards. "He's the only one who remembered what happened at the time. After all, he did fight in it."

"What caused it?" Wondered Velvet as she finished her cereal and drank down the milk until there was a drop left.

Edwards shook his shoulder. "Why do you ask? We don't know much about the war."

"Back in Beacon, long before the White Fang and the Grimm attacked it, I was taught that the Great War was about the repression against individualism." She explained. "After the war, the four kingdoms met on an island and agreed to having peace."

The response surprised the girls. "Incredible, your Great War turned out better than what Derby went through."

Then Persinette spoke. "Wait, your Great War was worse? How so?"

"I don't know." The officer answered. "All I know is that it didn't get the name, 'A War to End All Wars' for no good reason. Based off what Derby said, I think he mentioned it was the greatest fuckup a single continent caused themselves. I don't know anything more than that. Then twenty years later, were finishing up the mess."

She swore and was loud enough to mean it. "Damn, I hope you two finish that war fast."

Vastano quickly changed the subject. "I guess we better go since I got my things."

"See you later."

"Ha, command is going to give me a new asshole by the time they learn what I've been doing here." The paratrooper replied before he nodded his head towards Edwards. "Come on Bill, let's go meet with Derby. It's been awhile since we've done something special."

As the two officers left the girls, they slowly opened the door as they found a hooded stranger standing within the hallway. Before they could leave, she simply lowered her hood and revealed her sky-blue hair. "Excuse, but is this Persinette's dorm?" She asked nicely. "I'm looking for her."

Vastano easily responded. "Yes ma'am, we're standing right in it, but we're just about to leave. I can go tell her. Though I do want to ask, who are you"

The stranger's eyes matched with her hair before quickly replied. "I'm Persinette's step-mother, but tell her that she is in danger."

Monte entered the bar as he grabbed the attention of the people's glare. After freezing his ass off in the middle of nowhere, he and his men found themselves at the center of attention for every news outlet and it was annoying him. They basically had to find a place to barricade themselves to keep the curious reporters and their questions away from their ears. At the same time, they were praised for getting rid of the White Fang in the Atlas version of West Point.

The captain placed himself onto a stool as it so happened to be the only one available to him in the room. The reason for his presence to be hear was the death of Jackson. Tracking back the memories back home, Durante found himself to be the last survivor of his circle of friends who left their hometown to go to the war.

The bartender walked up to him as he brought out a list of drinks for him. "My kid was staying at the academy. I heard you guy were there with the military, says you guys managed to kick those animals back to their place." The bald man with the mustache began. "The first drink is free."

Durante smiled as he pointed towards the bottle with the green label. "Thank you, I'll take that one."

When the bartender handed the bottle to him, the person sitting on his right complained. "You get it for free, wow."

The bartender turned to him. "The guy saved my son there, I think he deserves it."

The stranger seemed to be causing trouble. "So, I'm a huntsman. I should get more recognition. The least he could do is pay for the damn thing."

"If you can't handle-"

Monte decided to take his stand on the problem. "Fuck it – here, you can have the bottle I'm not in the mood to be bothered." The captain answered as he removed himself from the bar and walked out the door.

Anger rose from the bartender's mind. "Qrow, I know you like this place and that you are a huntsman, but you just ruined my chance to be a potential customer."

A smile fell upon the huntsman's lips. "Don't worry." He said calmly. "I was planning to talk with someone from the other world. I just wanted to know if they drink." Then he pulled out a Lien and tipped the bartender before grabbing the bottle. "Here's the change and the tip." He said before going outside to join him.

Cinder looked outside of the window across from the Atlas Academy as she observed the situation. Then she looked back to see her two… companions on their scrolls. One of her companions, a light-green haired girl had decided to ask a question. "Cinder, what do you plan to do?" She asked. "The attack by the White Fang had failed, but the academy is still standing."

All Cinder could do was reply with a smile. "Do not fret." She answered. "It was merely a step of the plan. All we needed to do was create a large threat for her daughter."

Her second companion, a grey-haired boy had removed his scroll from sight. "Yeah, but it doesn't seem much."

"What will Adam think about the losses of the White Fang?" Questioned Emerald.

"He won't have to worry, besides. He got his message across to Atlas that the goal weighs more than the losses."

"Then it looks like we're not doing much."

"It may seem so." Cinder replied. "However, the Winter Maiden cares about her daughter that she will do anything to protect her from harm. The attack was just a step to lure her out. Come Emerald, Mercury, it is time to obtain her power."

Then Mercury pointed his hand out. "What is that doing there?"

When Cinder turned around to see the window she once left off, there was a small nevermore Grimm hanging on to the window. However, it had been a long time since she had seen it before, but it was too late for her to stop it. Its eyes were blue before shouted call and lifted its wings as it released its hold on the window. Then the small nevermore left the closed window and flapped its wings to fly away. "Damn it."

"What? It's just a strange-looking nevermore."

"That nevermore serves my father." Cinder replied.