Captain Derby looked outside the window as he saw the Kingdom of Vale below him. It was a city that reminded him of Louisiana, but was distinct with its Remnant style. The officer noticed the dropship was descending from the airship as he saw dozens of people waiting at the landing pad. The professors at Beacon had explained to him that he needed to look presentable for the people of Vale. However, Kurt was pragmatic to almost avoid their advice.

Then the company commander pulled out a small black case from his pocket, only to open it up. He smiled at the sight of an old award before he begun to wear it, but with pride. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the platoon commanders standing in the same dropship as him. "Well boys, I see we have ourselves a welcome to the city."

When the ramp was lowered, Captain Derby walked out of the Atlesian dropship along with his platoon commanders. As the U.S. Army personnel had their boots on the pavement, they were immediately met with the dozens of people coming to greet him. However, they brought their cameras and the reporters were quick to come up to the front to greet him.

A man stepped forward and spoke on his microphone before leaning the microphone in his direction. "Excuse me, sir. Is it true that you are from another world?" He asked. "I am from the Vale News."

Another man did the same as he tried to ask another question from the American officer. "Sir, is it true that you are working alongside the Atlas Military to secure Remnant, specifically Atlas."

A third reporter joined the others before she joined her peers in asking questions. "Captain Derby, I wish to have a word with you."

U.S. officer stopped in his tracks before he looked forth to talking to her. "Yes ma'am, what is it?"

"The people of Vale have many questions regarding about your purpose in the kingdom. Would you be so kind to answer some of our questions?"

"Of course, but it depends on the question."

"Why are you and your people here in the first place?" She asked as a man with a camera stepped closer for a good shot at the company commander.

"Oh, the professors at Beacon requested that I come help them in the reconstruction of Vale." Captain Derby answered. "I accepted their offer, so Dog Company and I decided to come here with our equipment."

The female reporter brought another question. "Is your company fitted with weapons to fight other people?"

"Miss, my men and I are assault engineers. If you see any weapons, it is usually for protection." He explained to her. "My boys and I are just here to do what we are really good at, building."

The woman looked over the camera man and spoke onto her microphone. "You heard it folks, the people from the other world has been confirmed and they have come with good intentions for the reconstruction of the Vale."

Captain Derby recognized a person familiar, making his way through the crowd of civilians as he apologized for his stomach pushing others out of the way. "Excuse me, professional huntsman coming through." He said until he came to the front of the crowd. "Captain, what do you think of the trip. I hope it was not too long for your liking."

Kurt expressed a smile to the man as he brought out his hand. "Professor Port, I was hoping someone would tell me where Dog Company could put their things."

"Forgive me, I was telling stories about my adventures in my younger days I simply forgot about your arrival. Luckily, I hope these reporters didn't take much of your time."

"Don't worry sir, I didn't really expect reporters and the like come out and talk to me."

"Say, I noticed you are wearing that medal around your chest. Did you take our advice earlier?"

"Somewhat, I was partially lazy, but I decided to wear this. It's been a long time since I last wore it."

The story piqued his interest. "Really, when was the last time you wore it?"

"When I was awarded for it." Captain Derby answered. "Don't we have a place to go to?"

"Yes, the professors and I need to speak with the government in Vale before you proceed to work on helping the people."

The officer raised an eyebrow. "Why do I need to do that? We'll tell you when we get there. Right now, we need these reporters off our backs."

While Fox Company was being given weapons and mechs by the Atlas Military their arsenal grew, whether it be donated or stolen. As for their company commander, he was busy being trained by Specialist Schnee.

Both military personnel from their respective armed forces lunged themselves into one another, armed with their sabers. However, Winter was much more experienced as she slashed at him from above before following it up with side slash.

Captain Durante attempted to block the first attack and was successful when the edges made contact. However, he took a step back as the second slash came after him, but he took a step back before his attacker leaped forward with her sword aimed at him. Then he fell back before he landed on his back.

Winter's sword came in before he closed his eyes was aimed towards his face.

The officer heard the sword dig itself into the sand as he opened his eyes, only to see the sword a few inches away from his head. "Winter, could you not do something like that ever again?" Asked her.

The specialist pulled her sword out of the ground as the grains of sand had landed on his uniform. "You need to work on your foot work." She replied. "It's the reason why you are on the ground."

Captain Durante sighed. "I wasn't trained for this stuff."

"True, but that is why we're here." She said as she pulled him off the ground. "To teach you how to fight when you come into contact with the Grimm or the White Fang at the least."

"I am a captain, I think I can handle myself."

Winter expressed a smile. "I don't know how they do things on Earth, but fighting works differently here. I just want to teach you the basics long enough for you to hold yourself in a fight." Then she raised his sword. "Work on your footwork. You need to be on your feet if you are going against me."

Once Monte raised his sword, a question escaped his lips. "I take your father does not appreciate you teaching me?" He asked.

"Why are you asking that question?" She said before jabbing the tip of her sword in his direction; however, her opponent in training moved to the side.

"Just curious, because I've been invited by your grandfather on so many equations."

She chuckled. "My grandfather enjoys your company more so than my father. When you told everyone that you were a nobleman, my father has a hard time taking that in."

Captain Durante shook his head. "I don't exactly blame him." He replied. "A guy like me, is not exactly noble material."

Then he moved in to attack as he brought in a downward right slash onto the specialist. "There is another reason why my father does not like you." She comment before parrying her attack and jumped back from his blade.

"Really?" He asked. "What could go wrong than a guy like me stealing things?"

"Do you want to hear what he says on you?" The specialist asked.

"I don't mind if you do. I'm just consider it funny that he is taking this seriously."

Winter shook her head. "Father considers you a bad influence on me and to the rest of the family." She answered. "You should hear about my younger brother. He doesn't exactly see you as a high-standing man."

"I'm half-Russian. I don't think they understand that this is normal for us. So, your father writes me off as a blackguard?"

The specialist stopped for a moment, puzzled at what he said. "Excuse me, I don't understand."

"Sorry. Your father considers me a scoundrel. Is that the right word for him to describe me?" He asked.

"From how you summarize it, my brother and father do consider you a scoundrel."

Captain Durante chuckled before he lunged forth with his sword at the specialist. However, she recovered from her puzzled state and parried his sword as he rammed into her. Then she began to fall to the ground and yelped out in surprise. "Sorry about that." He apologized before he was quick to leave his sword and grab onto the specialist.

In the span of ten seconds, she was surprised to be in the American's arms before she changed her expression. "Captain, you weren't supposed to be doing that." Winter chastised him. "I wanted to teach you how to fight properly. This is not a spar."

"I hate to remind you again, but I don't do things by the book." He explained.

"I know, but you have to do this in order to survive a fight."

The officer raised her up and allowed her to get back onto her feet before he walked over to his sword. "Is it because you unlocked my aura back in the party?" He asked.

"Excuse me, I don't recall anything about you at the manor."

After kicked the dust off the sword, Captain Durante laughed. "You don't recall anything, because you were drunk."

Specialist Schnee sheathed her sword in her belt. "I was not drunk."

"Yes you were." He countered. "You couldn't hold your drink and I had to carry you to your bedroom just so you could rest up and sleep. While you were drunk, you were speaking in gibberish and I had this weird feeling happen to me before I put you to sleep."

"You and I remember that night differently."

"Of course, you were drunk." Captain Durante stated.

"I was not. I am a specialist of the Atlas Military, I would not stoop so low to your level." She replied.

Then he shook his head. "Trust me, you just did."

Winter pointed her finger behind his back. "Did you leave that on the ground?" She asked.

The captain glanced over his shoulder as his smiled faded away, only to recognize the black beret that was in the sand. "Yeah." He said with little enthusiasm before he walked over to the beret and snatched it from the ground.

"Captain, why do you have that with you?"

He quickly stuffed it inside of his uniform before he buttoned his shirt. "Winter, it's something I do not like to talk about."

"I take it's personal."

Monte admitted with a nod. "Yes ma'am, you have no idea."

"If I spoiled your day, then I think we shouldn't continue practice if you are not in the mood."

"No, don't." He replied. "It's unnecessary. I don't want you to stop on my behalf. Let's continue."

Then the officer heard the door open and Winter noted it. "I doubt we can." The specialist saluted her superior walking into the room. "General Ironwood, it is good to see you."

Captain Durante turned around and smiled to the general. "General, what brings you here?" He asked.

The general was accompanied by two mech soldiers as they lowered their guns. However, his hand was behind his back as he looked at the American officer. "Captain Durante, I need to take you in." He began.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?"

"You are a suspect for an investigation, captain." General Ironwood answered.

"A suspect for what?" He asked.

"Weiss Schnee's disappearance. At the moment, we need a long talk about this before the media escalates this."

"Shit, what makes you think I did it?"

"Based upon the information I am given, you were the last visitor to the Schnee Manor and the only one who knows his way around the family."

Then Specialist Schnee was quick to defend him. "General Ironwood, I apologize for interfering, but Captain Durante has been with me for most of the time."

"I am sorry to say this, but you are included in this investigation. Both of you need to come with me now, I need to have a talk with you."

Then Captain Durante nodded his head. "Okay sir, I will see to it that you get answers from me after I leave." Then he sprinted for the open door.

The two mech troopers ran raised their guns and began to speak. "Stop there, citizen." They said in their emotionless voices. However, the captain knocked one of the robots down. The other robot raised its weapon.

Once the American had ran past General Ironwood, the general noticed his mech lining up the shot. "Hold fire. I want him unharmed!" He ordered the mech. "Captain Durante, if you run you will be treated as a suspect."

The captain escaped the arena as he began to make his way out of the Atlas area. Shit, what the Hell is going on? He thought to himself. "Fuck, I got to talk to Strudwick."

Cinder walked into the room as she found the newest recruit and a member of Salem's council. "Doctor Amsel, how are things going?" She asked.

The Nazi scientist turned around as he smiled and brought his hands behind his back. "Ms. Cinder, I am completely enjoying this location." Then he breathed through his nose. "Ah, the smell of the morning air." He said to himself before bringing the attention of the third person in the room. "Bringing me to Doctor Watts is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Then the presentable doctor showed his dark-colored overcoat as he glanced over to the German. "Hello Cinder, why are you here? I know that you dislike coming to my lab. Why of all days, do you wish to come here?"

The young lady expressed a slight smile. "I just came here to see if you two had already worked on something of value."

"Of course we have something valuable." He replied.

"Really, what would that be?"

Then Doctor Watts glanced over to the newcomer doctor. "Amsel, please inform her of what you have found."

Doctor Amsel chuckled. "I brought a dead man back and turned him into a Grimm." He commented. "From what I learned about the Creatures of the Grimm, I believe I made something very incredible."

Cinder was puzzled. "You created a new Grimm?" She asked.

"Yes, I created a human-Grimm. Though, it will take some time until the subject recovers from his mortal wounds."

"That is very intriguing. Does this new Grimm have a name?"

Amsel grinned like a schoolboy caught red-handed. "Colonel von Falkenrath. He is a man who those Allied soldiers despise to their core."

"Mother would appreciate it if I told her about your subject." She said before leaving the laboratory.

"Oh yes, do go back to your mother little phoenix." Watts commented once she was completely gone.

Then Amsel spoke with his peer. "Doctor Watts, do you wish to know about a potential weapon I am creating?"

The veteran doctor confronted him. "You are making a weapon? Why do you want to tell me?"

"You see, I am creating a bomb that will deploy this nerve agent to create chaos and may help Salem in her endeavors."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you know more about Remnant's materials than me. If we put both of our expertise together, maybe we can contribute to her cause."

Doctor Watts gripped his chin. "A nerve agent bomb, that is new. What is this nerve agent?"

Amsel smiled. "Have you ever heard of Tabun?"