(Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, the franchise, IP or series, only this fanfiction (plus Dizzy and any other characters, companies, gun brands, etc, that I made for this book) ((I mean obviously I own Dizzy, he's just a barely-disguised self-insert I put into this book as the main character, and I'm pretty sure I own myself)), RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth, all rights to the original series are reserved to them, yadda yadda yadda, other legal jargon I need to put here as to not get sued to high hell.)

First Person P.O.V.

Wednesday, 19:48

I wake up, take my Scroll out, and check the time.

'7:48 P.M.' It's turning nighttime, which means the shipment of Dust is probably arriving to the docks soon or has already arrived, which means we need to get going there right now before whoever the shipment is meant for actually comes to get it, which means I FINALLY have a new job to do that's actually interesting.

Putting my Scroll away, I quickly hop out of my bed and exit the barracks, heading near the entrance and looking around for Roman, who conveniently is right near said entrance, talking to someone who's name I don't know.

I walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder a few times to grab his attention.

Roman: "Hm?"

"Sir? Is it time for us to go to the docks yet? It's starting to get pretty dark."

He looks up at the sky for a moment.

Roman: "Yeah, it's time to head to the docks. We don't have much time until the cargo gets moved, so we'll be taking the Bullhead, and some others from different bases will be accompanying us through a few more Bullheads."

"Well, as long as we move quickly, we should be fine, let's get going then."

I walk away from Roman and outside of the warehouse, speed-walking towards the Bullhead since I don't really want to waste any time right now, opening the door and extending the ramp for it before walking inside of the aircraft.

Once inside the aircraft, I sit in the cockpit and wait for Roman and however many other acolytes we're bringing for backup to enter, which doesn't take very long, retracting the ramp and closing the door before turning on the Bullhead's engine, lifting it up in the air and starting to head towards the docks.

Thankfully this is around the time where most people are getting done with their jobs or shopping or whatever and going back home for the night, so there isn't that many people out right now to pay attention to my flying around, not like there'd be much of a difference if there was, but hey, you never know.

The flight doesn't take very long, thankfully either our warehouse is closer to the docks than I thought or this Bullhead is faster than I remember, either way we make it in a pretty short amount of time, looking down, I spot various shipping containers all over the area, near the docks and a bunch of warehouses that I presume are supposed to store the containers until they're moved.

Turning on two lights located to the front of the aircraft (forgot what they're called, floodlights, is it?) in order to find a suitable place for us to land, eventually finding an empty space large enough to land situated near all the containers, circling around it as I slowly descend to the floor.

Once done landing, I open the Bullhead's door and lower it's ramp once again for everyone to leave, keeping the engine on so we can get the hell out of here sooner rather than later in case anyone finds us and fucks our job up.

One acolyte whose name I never bothered to learn decides to take charge of the situation, stepping out onto the ramp and motioning for everyone else to move off and out of the aircraft, which they promptly do, causing him to start issuing out commands while motioning towards the shipment containers with the rifle in his hand.

MM-65, they still make those? It looks nice.

White Fang Member: "Alright everyone, grab the tow cables!"

We have tow cables?

Oh, apparently we do, one person who stepped out was carrying a box full of tow cables in their hands, I get out of the cockpit and walk over to the person carrying the box of cables, grabbing one before moving over to one of the shipping containers and looking around for an area to attach it to.

I've never actually stolen these kinds of containers before, most I ever did was large crates, so I have no idea where the cables are meant to connect to, prompting me to just walk in circles around the container for a solid minute before spotting a small area around the back of the container that I can affix one part of the cable to.

Damn, I spent way more time on this one container than I probably should have, at least there's a bunch of other people here to help speed up the process.

After mulling over how the hell I'm supposed to move the container to the Bullhead in order to connect it to it so we can actually carry the container back to base (the answer I came to is just to strengthen my body with Aura and pull it over there) for a solid fifteen or so seconds, I hear Roman speak up from around said Bullhead.

Roman: Hey! What's the holdup!? We're not exactly the most inconspicuous bunch of thieves at the moment, so why don't you animals try to pick up the pace?

Damn.

"Damn."

Well, I attached one cable to a container, that's probably enough work for the time being, gonna eavesdrop on whatever Roman's doing.

What he is doing appears to be reprimanding someone, for whatever reason, who's currently holding a cable in his hand.

Roman: "No, you idiot! This isn't a leash!"

How did they confuse a cable for a leash? They don't even look that similar-who's that girl with the bow on? They weren't on the Bullhead with us, is that one of the acolytes from another base that's supposed to be helping us? They aren't wearing their uniform nor their mask so I don't think so.

I start approaching the unknown girl to ask her who the hell she is-she's got a sword, she's holding the sword to Roman's neck, she is holding him hostage oh shit oh FUCK.

Roman: "What the- Oh, for f-"

?: "Nobody move!"

"Aaaaah fuck."