Captain Durante opened his eyes. After Winter had allowed him to stay at her place in the base, he hated being woken up in the morning. Such was the way an officer had to suffer, the lack of sleep. Though, he hoped there would be coffee stored away for such occasion. He was sure the specialist would agree that sleep was a luxury. When he sat up on the couch, he shook his head to bring his mind out of dormancy as he looked down at the table in front of him. "You got my clothes for me?" He wondered. "You didn't have to do that for me."

The captain took a quick whiff at his armpits as he awaken from his slumber.

"Damn it, I smell like a fish. A ought to get rid of the smell."

The officer began to search for the bathroom at the hallway across from him. As it turned out, the man passed by an open door, only to see Winter Schnee sleeping quietly in her bed. He smiled at the sight of her peaceful slumber before he began to make his way to the bathroom.

As he brought a towel and his clothes near the sink, the captain turned on the shower as the water leaned into the warm. Then he looked at the mirror to take a quick look at himself. The mirror could tell no lie to him since it was always a reflection of the world, its life, and its people.

Wounds were shown, there were markings that few men would live through. His body had seen enough to tell a story about what was done and what happened during the war. From the bayonet marks to the pieces of shrapnel that were too small to remove, the captain was unsure on what to think about each piece that was part of him.

He spoke to the mirror, knowing he was alone and his host was asleep. "I look terrible. Let's hope the shower can make me look better." He said to himself.

The captain felt the warm water wash down onto his back as he closed his eyes. His shoulders relaxed from the heat as the water reminded him of a time. A time where he would find himself thrown onto a beach.

Durante felt his body dragged out of the water as he opened his eyes and gasped for air. His ears were ringing as he looked around, only to find himself in a world of chaos. Men were running off of the landing craft as they reached to the base of the cliff. However, there were dozens of infantrymen were dying in droves from the machine gun positions overlooking the beach.

A man cried out as displaced himself from one area to another. "They're throwing grenades down here!"

When he heard those words, fear took over him as he looked up at the top of the cliff to see many figures looking down on the helpless soldiers. The Germans fired their guns at the exposed Rangers trying to make their way to safety.

Then his body was laid down as the man who carried him was quick to come to his side. "Lieutenant, what should we do?" The Ranger asked.

Durante looked at his rank and his name as a thought occurred through his mind. "Sergeant McCullen, get our men to the ropes and get them off this beach." Monte ordered him. "Anyone who isn't climbing should be shooting the bastards up there." Now that he mentioned shooting, Durante looked around for something that any soldier should have on him. "Shit, where is my weapon?"

The sergeant placed a Thompson in his hands as he smiled. "Don't worry sir. I got that taken care of."

"Good, you tell the others we're getting off this beach!"

Monte buttoned the last of his uniform as he looked back in the mirror once more. "I never doubted you wouldn't look nice." He said to himself. Then he went for the door and was surprised to find his friend scrubbing her eyes. "Good morning."

The specialist groaned as they passed by. He allowed her into the bathroom as he walked out as the door closed from behind. The officer knew she was tired as he made his way to Winter's kitchen.

When he arrived in that particular place of Winter's quarters, he found himself standing there like a child. "So, how does all of this work?" He asked himself. The only problem that stood between his way and a good breakfast was the cooking appliances. It was worsened by the fact that his meals were always served and he did not cook himself. "You know what, forget about it."

Then Monte made his way over to the door to the hallway and as he opened the door, he was met by a similar figure who resembled Winter. She was quite older than her daughter, but he understood that Winter gained her mother's features more so than her father.

Mrs. Schnee stood in front of the doorway and was taken aback by his presence in her daughter's own place. "Captain Durante, why are you here?" She asked. It was safe to say that she was very concerned based on the tone of her voice.

Rather than allowing her to speculate and get the wrong idea, the officer made a quick response. "Ma'am, your daughter gave me permission to stay here for the time being. Let's just say that my uniform was drenched in pool water and I had nowhere else to go when it was being dried."

"Is that your reason for being here?" She questioned. "Are you not here to take away my other daughter."

Monte could not believe what he was hearing. When did people decide to place stealing weapons and kidnapping people into one category? "Ma'am, if you are under the impression I was the one who kidnapped your daughter I am sure General Ironwood can assure you that I am not a kidnapper."

"No evidence has been proven whether you are a kidnapper or not, but until the evidence has been brought up I will remain vigilante."

He smiled at her conviction. "That is quite admirable, but if you are here to see your daughter due tell her that I left." The officer replied. Then he slipped out the door as the mother of his friend was observing him.

"Captain Durante, why are you leaving all of a sudden?"

With his back facing her direction, he continued to travel through the hallways and answered on the go. "I have to deal with a curse that every officer despises, paperwork. I have to finish up the paperwork that I should have finished yesterday. Right now, I'm worried about the stack I have to work on my desk."

The ship had finally arrived to their destination as Captain Edwards stood at the side of the ship and noticed the shores of Menagerie. As he watched the ship close in, rain drops fell from the sky and bounced off his helmet and his uniform. He sighed as he understood that he finally arrived at his destination. "Velvet, are your friends ready to get going?" He asked.

The bunny girl faunus stood beside the officer as she slightly nodded her head. "Yes. It's just that Pyrrha is on my laptop just so she could talk to some old classmates from Beacon." The student answered. "I'm sure that Weiss didn't bring much with her other than that briefcase of hers."

"What about Coco?"

"Well, all I know is that she's shopping just so she can get her hands on an umbrella from this one guy. That's it."

"That is good to hear. Though I might want to know where your parents are now that we're here. After all, we need your permission if you want to see Earth and especially Europe."

Velvet was quick to bring up a finger as an idea occurred to her. "My parents gave me a letter that they moved. I don't know the exact address, but they said that they're neighbors with a respectable member of Menagerie. I think if we head over there to talk to them they might help us out."

Then the duo were surprised as Johnny Vastano stood beside the company commander. "Afternoon Bill, I guess the raining is not going to stop." He began.

Captain Edwards smiled at his concern for the rain. "From the way the weather looks, I highly doubt we will be able to have a nice shinny day walking around."

"You too don't like the rain?" Velvet questioned them. "I don't see what is wrong with it."

"We have a tendency to catch a cold in the rain." He replied. "Not that I don't like the rain at all, in fact I like it. However, it sometimes can be an inconvienence when Johnny and I are doing something important."

Before the student could continue speaking, her scroll vibrated to life as she pulled the device out and started answering the call. "Coco, what is it?" She asked. "Wait-what?" Then she closed her scroll and made a quick glance to the officers. "Coco wants me to see something on my laptop. She says its important." Then the bunny girl was quick to leave into the lower decks of the ship.

Bill heard Johnny whistle as she exposed a side to her. "What's with the whistle?" The company commander of Baker Company asked. "I know what that whistle means when you do that." Then he looked over to confront his friend.

Johnny chuckled at his questions before submitting to them. "I notice the way you look at her and I also notice the way she looks at you. Funny how you both don't realize while you are talking to each other."

"Vastano, this is not Chicago. I'm a southern gentleman and she's a student in another world."

The paratrooper officer shrugged his shoulders. "Bill, I've been friends with her longer than you have been with her. I notice on your off days that you have a tendency to hang out with her more so than me. I am going to openly say it, but you two like each other."

"Not going to happen. She's a student, remember?"

"And you're a West Point cadet who got his officer's commission and was lucky enough to hang around with me, Durante, and Derby. You don't have much of an excuse."

"She's younger than me. It will just feel a bit weird."

"Weird, you are two years older than her!"

Then Captain Edwards was irritated. "Vastano, we are not continuing this discussion." He said, crossing his arms. Johnny didn't continue the conversation about the subject any further. "How is your company doing?" Bill asked.

Turning away from the officer, Captain Vastano looked to the shores of the new land. "My paratroopers have all been accounted for. Even though we fought that dragon thing, we don't have to worry about ammunition for the time being."

"Good to hear."

"So, what are we going to do once we land?"

"First, we're going to find someone important on Menagerie and see if we can talk to him. We'll start off by asking where Velvet's parents are just so we can get on the right track. Then we'll talk about the White Fang and Persinette." Edwards explained to the officer. "If the guy does not like us and doesn't really help us finding your friend, I guess we'll have to see if we can find some new contacts."

Johnny scoffed at the idea. "Don't worry about that. I've been with the Mob long enough. With how I handle things, I could make some contacts already."

"You can't be serious. Things on Remnant are completely different than the streets of Chicago. Hell, you don't have any money to begin with so how are you going to deal with this problem."

The paratrooper officer scratched the back of his head as he thought about the idea. "I guess our options are very small."

"Yeah, it will get even smaller if we end up angering the people living here with your gangster methods." Bill commented.

"Let us cross our fingers and hope we can be successful."