Well everyone here we are again. Great to see you all looking well, Have you lost weight? Good for you good for you. I like that new haircut.

Like I said Welcome back to this little story of mine. To the six or so of you that have made it to this chapter I do want to know what you think so if you have a minute please leave a comment. Who is your favorite character? What do you want to see?

I will see you on the Flip side

-Tom

The next two days are calm for the New Huntsmen Teams and units they learn the way things are and find themselves in a situation, They have all talked and realize there is more to the situation than they see. A meeting is called by someone, the letters arriving in every member of the first-year huntsmen's emails as well as the Cadet pilots and the Crew of The Beacon.

Alec stares at the message on his scroll. Mimi bounces on the bed next to Alec, "So are we going to go to this mysterious meeting in the lower level of the Beacon storage warehouses with all of our fellow first years and cadet pilots and ship crew." She stops bouncing and leans over Alec's shoulder, "At least if any of them show up."

"Oh we are going," Rita says as she walks in to the room, "There is something up with that message and I am not letting it be."

Alec looks over, "Any specifics?"

"Nothing we can confirm," She tosses bags of ammunition to Alec, Mimi, Beethoven and Raven, "I would recommend bringing just about every weapon you can."

"Looking for trouble?" Raven says standing up putting her whip around her hip.

Alec tosses Mimi her sword, "The meeting is in two hours we leave in one," He starts collecting his weapons. "Who is going to show up?"

Rita double checks her spear switching it to its rifle mode, "All of them."

Alec holsters his weapons then his concealed weapons, "I want the Vehicles ready for combat loaded with multipurpose ammunition. I don't know what is but we are not going to be caught off guard."

"I understand that we are all on edge here but do any of us know why?" Raven slips a set of knives on her leg. Her back up pistol slips into a leg holster and tree vials of pure dust find their way to a safe carrying case on her belt.

"I can't say for sure, but we all know this is bad." Paul says loading his rifle.

"Every unit is preparing for a fight," Tina says stepping in laying down four boxes of ammunition, "Every support team was down there every bullhead and armored vehicle held by the first year units is prepared no one is talking but we are all going."

"Alright then," Beethoven continues, "everyone is assuming this is a dangerous situation."

"But What is the Staff doing?"

Crimson Imerta stares at the report on her desk, "So the message came from outside the school."

"Yeah that seems to be the case as of now," Azul Pendragon replies passing another piece of paper, "I can have four second year teams and the staff ready for any trouble. If we are preparing for aerial trouble we should contact the Military as the Cadet pilots will be in attendance."

The headmistress stares at the papers, "Who are we to be engaging in combat Azul?"

"Right Crim Because you are not assuming the same thing I am, mass desertion with enough weapons, ammunition and equipment to ruin the new academy system." He lays down the paperwork. "The meeting is in warehouse twelve on basement level eight." He stands up clacking his cane on the ground, "What do we do?"

The woman reaches for her long sword, "Do not contact the military, have Beacon's weapons ready. I want the staff and your teams ready to react." She stands up and places the sword on her hip. "We will not react until something happens, each one of those kids volunteered to protect civilization if we are lucky they mean it." She looks at another report, "Any more information on the Grimm and their new leadership."

"No, but three dead informants tells me that who ever has taken over is damn good at counterintelligence. There are also reports of Grimm Hordes deep in the wilderness far away from any village. Although Schnee Dust, Parker Dust, Lindarell Dust and Corrine Dust Companies have reported having multiple small shipment thefts less than five percent of each shipment was missing. It was really within the acceptable amount but Schnee decided to let us know of her losses and that led to a few checks on our part. Rose Arms, and Atlas Munitions have also reported missing rifles and ammunition."

Crimson Imerta stares at the notes and sighs, "That doesn't sound very good, what has the military done?"

"They have decided that it is obviously the Crimson Claw or the Pure Breeds and increased local Garrisons in the Areas."

She rubs her temples, "For fucks sake, maybe if a few dozen tanks goes missing they will react." She starts walking out of her office, "Have some local security jobs set up for huntsmen with the companies maybe that will help."

Azul's cane click as he catches up to the Headmistress, "Alright that should be easy."

"Let's grab some lunch."

"You are really calm about this we are talking about a complete collapse of the system."

"There is not much to do, if they leave it is done."

Alec stares as the huntsmen units walk to the central courtyard; Their weapons glinting in the slowly setting sun. They don't say a word as they turn down the stairs and start to work their way down the labyrinth of Beacon's underbelly. On level two they find the pilots of Able, Bravo and Delta Squadrons. Their pistols hang in their leg holsters glistening as freshly cleaned. In each of their hands sits weapons of different types, some shotguns, in others, rifles, and in a few submachine guns.

Hayley smiles, "Hey what brings all of you down here, is there a party."

"Don't know yet, I see all of you have a few new toys."

"Oh you never know when you need to clear a room. And the boys love it when a girl has the right accessories for an outfit."

"I have always agreed that everyone needs the right accessories," The low gravely voice from behind the pilots, Maximillian grins with a mouth full of teeth, "I do feel under dressed though I only brought my side arm, he gestures to his side arm in a shoulder holster. I did bring some friends though, maybe that will make up for the lack of proper jewelry." The crew of the Beacon stand behind him their weapons glinting in the lights of the hallway.

"I guess that is everyone then," Alec says calmly, "I believe we have a warehouse to meet in. Are your ships ready if we need to launch?"

"Ready and primed."

"The Beacon is ready for a fight."

The silence returns as they continue to work their way down to the eighth level of the under base. Even as they enter the empty massive room that is warehouse twelve; a room that is large enough to hold a full-sized battleship. Everyone spreads out weapons at the ready.

A voice reverberates around the room. Chills fill the room and the doors close. "Why hello there I am so glad you could all come." The voice should have never been heard never again. Not after millions died putting it down. Weapons raised hearts thump louder than before. "Now children Is that any way to react to you queen."