"Hah, I still can't get over how that thing looks in your hands," Dom laughed at his side.

"It's fucking cool though" Alan Adjusted the uncomfortable position of the stock of the M240. He was right though, Alan made the thing look like a toy as he did with most Guns.

Around them lay bodies of infantrymen. frozen, having died at least a few days ago. His thoughts go to the reason the troops who were previously outside. It was all a mess, An unprecedented amount of Air contact approached, and he remembers a downed Harrier pilot saying he was attacked by 'Flankers, Fulcrums, Drakens, Gripens, and Viggens' What did that mean?

Alan didn't know. It was a spectacle from the ground though.

The Enemy was reinforced with Armour, Mechanized and another body wave. They entered the city a few days ago, pushing the Infantry holding outside to either withdraw or enter the city.

Taking the machine gun closer he checked the Ammo box that was next to it. They stopped here for one reason. "It's gone." the three tins on the ground were empty.

"Sounds about right"

"We weren't the first to enter this shit." Alan gently placed it down and lightly patted it. "anything on your end?"

"A mag, maybe... yeah two." Alan held out a hand and he received the loose rounds, placing them into an empty magazine pouch, adjacent pouches filled with empty magazines.

The Poor Soldiers of Three-Three Bearcat of Third Battalion weren't ready for Urban combat. Evidenced by the pistol Calibre casings in the door. He assumed they were snuck up on. Fighting in and around the mountainous forests surrounding them didn't really prepare them for door-to-door.

Staring outside he saw they were on the third floor of an apartment building. the Target building was visible and he needed to get to the fourth floor of that building. The streets outside were finally powered, letting soldiers from both sides actually see each other.

"Let's move," Dom suggested. the Lance Corporals started their way through the ' Abandoned' Apartments. The inkling of light that filtered through the windows let them see a tiny bit in front of them.

Woodrow exited another room and walked up. "We got a few Civs downstairs." Alan nodded.

"Get moving, We'll meet up with Frost Talker, then we can head back." Woodrow signed to move forward. "Alan take the lead."

"Sir."

The three-man team kept walking down the bullet-ridden living quarters and eventually came across what they were looking for. A ledge to the other building. Made from a hole in the wall and put together with some planks, rope, and a dream.

Alan stared up at the ledge and let his rifle onto his side. "here we go."

"Man I hate travelling up here, always feel like I'm gonna fall," Woodrow complained.

Alan jumped up and his fingers found their place on the ledge. Pulling himself up he crawled to a fallen shelf. taking his Rifle he pointed it down the hallway. His Bayonet affixed to the end, Muzzle break holding it in place. The mutant that was A C1A1 it once started off with, the parts of a C2 LMG giving it the ability to fire full Auto. Sadly it's regulated to single fire due to having at most forty-one rounds on him currently.

Moments later Dom took his spot in an Open doorway.

After another few moments, there was a sound of fabric sliding on the planks and Woodrow gasping. The two Troopers turned around to see Woodrow barely holding on.

As he strained to keep himself on the ledge. "watch the fuckin hallway" he squeezed out.

Alan watched the hallway. Dom sighed and walked back to the ledge. Another moment for Dom to retake his spot and Alan felt a pat on his back.

Nodding he started down the hallway. Woodrow held out his handgun, he didn't have any rounds for his Rifle, Dom probably had the same amount as Alan. Compared to earlier months it had gotten eerily quiet A shot or two rang out in the distance and maybe a passing helicopter.

He knew when reinforcements arrived that would change. of course, that was maybe a month away. But they would make the Bandits pay for every man lost.

Alan rounded a corner in the unnecessarily long hallways and stared into a void.

Alan's finger reached for his flashlight's switch.

"This floor is clear by the way," All three soldiers sighed in relief. A lighter was ignited, revealing Trevor standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Trev, Tim where is Frost?" Trevor pointed behind him, in another room a dim light activated.

"Frost is over there"

"And Tim?"

"On the first floor, I think?"

"what do you mean?"

"His fat ass couldn't hold himself up and uh..."

"God fucking damn it. Alan check up with Frost and give me a report."

"Rog." Alan Affirmed and moved past Trevor. Woodrow and Dom walk back to the Alley between buildings to see if they can spot the Private.

Alan entered the apartment and saw a particular individual. They were holding up a pair of strange binoculars and staring out into another building far in the distance. The tall and golden hue of the lights gave it a beacon of hope feeling.

"Your forward scout is kind of an Asshole," his words hoarse by mucus at the back of his throat. He coughed.

"hm." Alan inspected his gear, a helmet, high cut with holes in it. A pair of Night Vision Goggles sat on them, and two types of flashlights on the side rail, Likely IR and Normal Flashlight combo. His Vest was adorned with built-in magazine pouches and Alan had to take two glances at one of his rifles.

"Sit." he pointed next to him.

"Sir." Alan moved, took the chair and sat nearby. The Rifle was a M82 Barett. he stared at the .50 Cal. his other gun was An AK of some type, its Polymer furniture and 90-degree gas system made it a part of the One-hundred series.

"First Lieutenant Anders" He introduced.

"Lance Corporal Alan," He responded. Then kept watching him expectantly. The Man was from a Branch Alan didn't know.

Seeing The lance Corporal wasn't in the mood for conversation He pointed off to the tall building in the distance. "Command has spotted A High-Value Target at that Building there, It was once used as a Casino hotel thing Way back when," The building was large cylinder shape and around seven stories tall,

He gave the Pair of binoculars to him, "Command has seen fit to send Guys in there and eliminate him." Alan peeked through and saw closer. As he observed he saw windows on the bottom floor were barricaded and a few windows held silhouettes of armed men. "Watchin' them for the past week I have determined today their main force is pushing south, leaving a short window of opportunity, Unfortunately for you, that job falls under your Battalion and supporting elements," Going to the top floor he saw it didn't have windows facing their direction.

"Why?"

"You Fall under our Division, therefore, are the only a few qualified... At least Combat capable right now." Alan realized he must be from the same division as them. "When your guys arrive at the remnants of checkpoint thirty I'll be in contact."

Alan looked back to the Massive Anti-Materiel rifle.

The Sniper pulled out one round, "Only one Round left and it's SLAP" Alan understood. "Now, go prepare for the Attack."

"I'll Relay,"

"Good," As Alan stood Anders sighed. "Everyone here seems so glum, wonder why?" The man snickered to himself.

Alan shook his head and exited the room. patting his chest he felt his low ammo reserves.


Later


Alan crouched behind a burnt-out APC, He mildly cursed the civilians fleeing from the scene. But he didn't blame them, Seeing eighty-five soldiers of varying branches sneaking around the street, yeah. his problem stemmed from the fact they were drawing attention.

He was placed in charge of a few guardsmen, and so was Dom. They were tasked with attacking through the front of the target building. his fellow Shock Troopers were going to move through the surrounding buildings, catching them in a Pincer attack.

The lights in the surrounding fortifications went out as they seemingly noticed the commotion.

The signal was given and a rocket flew from a two-story building. it slammed into a line of makeshift barriers made from rubble. these were pre-calculated, the rockets started a chain reaction of a small ammo dump catching fire.

Illuminating the area He sent his hand down, signaling the Guardsmen to move.

Heads popped up from other fortifications and subsequently were put down by more fire coming from the surrounding buildings.

Alan mentally reminded himself of the twelve rounds in his rifle. He had given the previous scavenged rounds to the Guardsmen under him. other than each having at most a full mag now, they still had Bayonets.

The Guardsmen made it first and jumped over the barricades.

A yell in a Foreign language Alan didn't recognize sounded over the lines.

Upon reaching the line, he jumped over with one hand. recovering from the jump he dodged out of the way of a machete and stepped backwards.

Alan saw the Bandits had blades along with their rifles. he assumed because they had resorted to using bayonets. They were issued with whatever when a bayonet wasn't available for a Rifleman.

Alan held his rifle forward, he needed to conserve Ammo for a ranged threat.

The Bandit charged forward and he countered using his bayonet to get past the man's defence and the knife sliced his throat.

He kicked him backwards onto the ground and charged another bandit whose rifle was locked with one of his men's own C1.

The Bandit let go of the Rifle upon seeing Alan charging. Pushing the Guardsmen away he unsheathed an axe. holding it up Alan shifted his rifle down avoiding his weapon. The Bandit dropping the axe used both hands to grab the rifle. Managing to hold the bayonet away from him he failed to notice the other Guard.

The Private stabbed his rifle into the Bandit's spine, causing him to collapse forward. Alan was presented with an opportunity and took it. pulling his rifle back and then stabbing his stomach.

"Keep up the momentum, Get to Cover!" Alan Yelled. freeing his rifle from the dying man and holding his rifle close once more.

"Sir" "Rog" and "On it!" were the responses of his temporary team.

The four-man team started toward the building. for once the soldiers were going inside a lit building, instead of the dim lamps or slight illumination from outside streetlamps.

Alan saw a door about to close and only took a moment to consider what was behind.

Running forward, He jumped and shoulder-checked the door before it could lock shut. sending a man sprawling to the floor.

Another Bandit standing behind his comrade raised his rifle, Alan didn't let him get far and sent the bayonet to his neck. He parried it by stepping back and Alan used his Momentum to push him down.

The two tumbled to the floor, Alan hit the wall and was about to reach for his knife when one of the Guards following him stabbed the downed man. Another Guard stabbed the other downed man.

The Guardsmen all filed in and secured the narrow back hallway.

"You Green Alan?" He asked while holding a hand to help him up.

"Green, Stay behind me," he ordered taking the hand he stood.

Reaching for his radio he checked if it was set to the correct channel.

Click* "This is Bow Bender, We've entered the OBJ, no casualties and are Clearing further, Out!"

Beep* "This is Snail Fucker, made it, took heavy casualties and are attempting to relink with Bow Bender. Requesting Reinforcement. Over"

Beep* "Copy All, Actual moving to reinforce, Out," Alan started moving when Woodrow finished speaking.

Alan was breathing hard, he climbed up to the fifth floor and was about to reach the final floor visible in the long stairwell. Hiding behind the last door that led to a hallway he signaled his last man to stop.

"How far is our rIeN-" Alan coughed, "Reinforcements" He finished, He was slowly losing his voice from yelling so much.

The Private broke from the formation and looked down the stairwell. "Oh, hi," he said.

"Alan, Report!" Woodrow yelled as he became visible once more.

"One casualty, you probably ran into him earlier" The Guard in question wasn't dead, he took a shot to his stomach, and the only medically trained was the other Guardsman, so he left them in a somewhat secure location.

Woodrow nodded, took the lead in the formation and Alan took second. behind him was the Guard and behind that were Dom and Trevor. Alan noticed Dom's team was nowhere to be seen.

Dom saw Alan's expression and let his hand in a slicing motion to his throat.

Alan nodded.

Woodrow let his Rifle hang and pulled out his mapcase. "HVT is inside, probably in that suite on the seventh floor. we go in and kill the bastard," closing it he grabbed his rifle. He had around five rounds from what Alan remembered. Trevor having shared his greedily hidden away stash of food and Ammo.

The squad silently affirmed. The team leader took a Frag from his belt and pulled the pin. Opening the door he threw it inside and waited. The Grenade detonated and he rushed in. Alan moved inside after him, Clearing the left side, he spotted a dead end and a potted plastic plant. Turning around, A round Slammed into his front plate and took his breath away.

Alan struggling to breathe raised his rifle and aimed. Picking a head behind a wooden table he shot center mass of the table and watched the man collapse behind it. The two others next to the man he'd downed collapsed not a moment later from the combined efforts of the Troopers.

Alan felt a hand push him into an indent in the hallway, and he took a moment to catch his breath.

"Trev Dom, Private keep moving, I'll be behind." Woodrow's Order was followed as the three kept moving.

After Alan got his lungs working again he looked up, "Sir what about these rooms?" The doors to each room were closed and locked. but he didn't trust them at all.

"Can't do nothing, for now, We gotta move."

"Sir" Alan breathed out, his lungs burning.

The Two started down the hallway Possible points of attack all over their right and windows to their left.


Ruby Presented the Information on the Hardlight Television.

She had told them what she could, anything that wouldn't make her look insane at least.

"What Proof do you have of this?" Weiss asked.

"Uh... Speculation and a few words from himself," Ruby said. she had suggested they needed to help their squad leader.

Blake thought about the Corporal. What Ruby presented to them suggested he was around their age, give or take a few years. She wondered how he endured so much. From what he had told others, He'd lost his Home along with his whole family, and his old teammates. what he revealed to her, killed so many in some City she's never heard of before.

"you don't believe me do you?"

"What has he said to suggest this?"

"uh-"

"Why don't we ask him?" Yang interrupted.

"He's probably asleep,"

"Right," Ruby suddenly lit up "So, how can we help him through whatever this is?"


A Day later


Alan turned off the lathe and pulled out the object he finished machining.

The Pointy Dart was .30 of an inch in diameter and made of some Dark Alloy, it was Dense and very tough. Perfect for what he needed them for.

Alan grabbed the three slices of metal on the table next to him, slid the Sabot into them and held them together with his hand.

"Alright, Last few steps," he said to the watching crowd of Team JNPR and 'WBY' of RWBY.

Taking a plastic Rim he slid it onto the Discarding part, clicking into a slot inside and shook it to see if it held together. Feeling confident he Handed it over to Ruby. She ran over to the Loading bench and slid the round into a press, placed a Bulletless casing into a slot below and pulled down on a lever. The press went down and loaded the Casing with Dust Propellent. twisting the plate on the top she pulled again and the round went into the casing. Seating perfectly.

Wiess had taken a keen interest in the making of the specific Round and was cataloguing everything in her scroll.

"So how do you know if this works?" Pyyrha curiously asked.

"Uh, Armoured Grimm as rare as they are, and Lightly armoured vehicles required some firepower and this was an answer" He tried to remember the Acronym. "Saboted Light Armour Penetrator. It required a special machine gun or Modified rifle to fire." He pointed to Ruby's Scythe "Her gun is perfectly tuned to fire this kind of round,"

Jaune raises his hand, implying he has a question

"What?"

"What kind of place requires you to use something like that on anything else but Grimm?" The others surrounding him looked perplexed, seemingly surprised about how he hadn't known about some topics

"Back home we faced Bandits who used armoured vehicles. some required some serious firepower" He tried to think about a vehicle, then remembered one.

"An Aircraft, Called the MI-28 or reporting name Havoc, was Modified from its old military specs and was Armoured up by them, Making it a nearly impenetrable flying brick, Before that modification, it was a crazy aircraft. One Pilot and one Gunner, 30 Mil AutoCannon, Missles with a range of at least four klicks, rocket and gun pods"

"You had to fight something like that?" Wiess asked.

"Directly? No, When one would pass an Attached Sniper with a round like this would shoot at it and if he was accurate or lucky, it would damage a component and take it out of the battle but not completely destroy it." he remembered a Spec for from his division, "One guy managed to shoot the pilot out of one, it was a crazy shot." at this fact Jaune looked squeamish, Alan Remembered this boy hadn't seen combat like that yet.

"I bet I can make a shot like that!" Ruby cheered. raising Crescent Rose she pointed to the range and ran.

"Maybe... looks like the demonstration is ready," Alan stepped away from the Lathe and walked to the nearby gun range. Everyone followed

Entering the Range he saw Amin standing at the side giving him a thumbs up. Walking over he sat back to Observe.

The others gathered around Ruby as she explained some specifics about her Crescent Rose.

"What about the Apaches and Cobras we had, we had cool shit,"

"Another time,"

"Interesting concept," The two looked over and saw Ozpin.

"Sneaky, huh?" Amin questioned.

"Only when I want to be, So why have you asked for some discarded Armour?" He referred to the stacks of Armour plates at the end of the range.

"Demonstration of an Armour piercing round from home,"

"Hm, I haven't seen a bullet like that before,"

"You have anything similar?"

"I think it's called AM98 Solid Shot, fired out of Atlesian Airship cannons and Wall turrets."

"These can be upscaled by the way," he explained. "Give 'em fins at the rear and it'll travel farther without much of an arc,"

"You seem to know a lot about these things,"

"Learned by Just picking shit up as I go, Sir." Tank Crews, A sniper and some experts in their specific field would randomly dump knowledge onto him and he'd listen. They seemed to enjoy him listening and he'd learn a thing or two about some very specific problem about a vehicle, or type of Ammo, things like that.

"It seems they are about to fire," Ozpin motioned with his mug, the two turned and observed.

"Twelve point Seven, Full Metal Jacket!" Ruby yelled, Aiming for the right side stack of armour. In total six chest plates, were mass-produced, and made from High hardness rolled plates. Maybe reaching an inch and a half of steel in total.

She Fired, and the round hit its mark. He saw the round go through the first plate then the second and shatter on maybe the third. The space between and angled parts of the chest plates didn't help it's momentum

Ruby Pulled the bolt back, letting the spent cartridge fall to the table and she loaded the Sabot.

"Twelve Point Seven, Seven Point Six Two, Sabot." Yelling once more she aquired her target and pulled the trigger.

The round sailed at a noticeably faster pace, It pierced the front plate and Alan lost where it went.

He saw it once again when it hit the ground behind the target.

Ozpin whistled. Impressed at the display "You said, you know how to upscale these?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I have an Idea, A Proposal to a certain General, Meet me later."

"Yes Sir."


Vale.


Alan yawned, it was four in the morning, and he had to be awake for this Operation. And Recently he'd been getting more sleep as that monster had stopped haunting his dreams.

Goodwitch yawned after him.

"Why did they say to meet up so early?"

"Something important came up," He pulled up his scroll and stared at the text. "We need you for security, Simple job." Alan put his scroll away.

"Ozpin is dealing with some other problem and the General is watching,"

The two leaned back and waited for Ironwood's signal.

"It's time." Ironwood's voice came over the speaker.

"Oscar Mike" Alan opened the door and exited the car.

Due to it being early in the morning, it was a little chilly outside. Alan Liked how cold it felt.

He took a step forward and began walking down the street. As he walks his mind thinks about the past few days. His teams have been trying their best to help, he assumed with his problems. Joining him while training, Asking for a demonstration of some fighting tactics and they talked about topics and he'd just listen.

It was nice. Alan shook his head and stopped at a traffic light as a car passed. He noticed how in Poorer neighbourhoods the streetlamps differed. Some were Hard Light and lit the place well. While the ones here were Metal, and let out an Orange hue and flickered off sometimes.

A pair of boots stepped up next to him and he turned to see who it was.

The Set of Ram horns on the Woman's head was his first hint at who this was.

"I hate having to work so early," She began to complain about the early hour.

"Hm," His response was quick.

"I have been so damn stressed these past few weeks, Funeral cost, late rent, and someone shot at my car. Ugh," She randomly dumped that onto him. This whole time she hadn't looked up from her scroll, Also probably not realizing who he was.

"Hm,"

The light changed and the two started walking again.

"It's so hard to live Alone now, I've had to work multiple jobs just to scrape by on the skin of my teeth."

"Hm,"

"And now My land lord wants me gone and called me a stupid goat" She clenched her fist as they turned down an alleyway.

"Hm,"

She took a calming breath "Anyways, Sorry about that, I think I just needed to vent about life, ya' know?"

"Hm," Alan gave a final 'hm,' and reached into his new black hoodie, taking out his mask Tapping a small nearly invisible button on the side and placing it on his face. Upon reaching the shady doorway to the white fang hideout, they stood next to the door. He heard a beep in his ear, Signaling it was recording. To a human, the beep would be nothing, even Faunus, unless they were holding their ear up to his head.

"Uh, are you a member?" she asked nervously.

"Mhm,"

"wait," stopping, she finally realized something, Looking up from staring at the door she immediately went back. "Please forget everything I said."

"Hm," he gave a final response and moved to open the door.

The handle didn't budge and he tried with a little more force.

"maybe knock-" The handle snapped off and the door slowly swung open.

"whoops," A hand fully opened the door and the figure inside groaned in frustration.

"You Broke the Door," He waved them inside. The two entered and the masked White Fang Grunt sighed. "We can't fuck up any more hideouts, so please don't do that again."

"Rog,"

Alan walked further into the warehouse, narrowly avoiding the Clawed Faunus from last time as he ran. Alan watched him continue to run laps around the main floor.

"Good, you're here!" The Lieutenant said. The Crate he stood next to displayed a map and a few chess pieces. Likely to symbolize friend from foe.

"Fall In!" At this, the scattered Faunus stopped what they were doing and rounded up at the makeshift Table.

"Alright, We'd usually never attempt something like this, but with Vales Recent budget cuts and Grimm Attacks in the north." Alan saw the writing on the Map and was slightly disappointed in their target. "The Vale Guard Armoury in the south has been left to a single squad,"

The Leader slid his scroll fully extended onto the table and it showed what the Vale Guard looked like.

His disappointment grew even more. Plate Armour, Kettle helmet, with visible Soft Body Armour under the plate. The most advanced things they held were their rifles and Retractible swords.

He knew Vale's wall Guards were under-equipped, Understaffed and Rumoured to be Undertrained, But this was Ridiculous. His thoughts went to the Huntsmen Academies and he saw why they may have been so lax, but this was just stupid. The Statistics panel on the side showed the Vale Guard in total numbered 870 Troops in total.

"That is Retarded," He accidentally spurted out and all eyes were on him.

"You don't like the Plan?"

"No, Eight Hundred and Seventy is actually stupid." For a city This size, it should definitely be more. "Sorry, Sir Just Concerned in case there's a massive Grimm attack, A few Stragglers might get inside with those numbers."

"We may be off-topic, But I see what you are putting down, We can't do Anything yet, but Be Prepared," He could barely tell with the masks but he could see the surprise from the two other Recruits next to him.


"This is what your complacency gets us Ozpin!" Ironwood yelled over the Call. Glynda sighed and held a hand to the side of her head, They had not been bickering long but a headache was already forming.

"I see that now, And I will bring it up with the Council" the Voice of Ozpin broke through, He had come back after Alan had left. Just in time to hear the White Fangs Plan.

"Do you have a Plan for those guards?" there was a shuffling on Ozpin's side as Ironwood asked. "Those Terrorists are going to kill them"

"Vaguely," Ozpin simply responded.


In the back of a white van, Alan Practiced Reloading the Shotgun he was given. It was almost simple, It was a Pump action, Hammer fired, and a switch in front deployed a massive Bayonet, and another button at the rear grip deployed an Axe head downward. It was a pretty cool design.

"You Are so Annoying," The Ram complained.

In an act of Pettiness, he pulled the pump back, Checked the chamber, Pushed forward and pulled it back again. She huffed as he placed a shell in the chamber, and pushed forward. He began loading more shells into the mag tube.

"He's doing something important, something you should learn also" A Grunt pointed at her hip, the Handgun she had was a semi-automatic, with an odd magazine. instead of using a normal way of loading, it had an electric motor to load from a magazine in front of the pistol Grip. And Of course, the grip held a spare magazine. On the other side of her hip held her knife and a short machete.

He wanted to ask if he could inspect her gun, but he could feel the baleful gaze she was giving him. Next to him sat another Grunt he hadn't seen before now. She was small, Curiously staring up at him, without a mask, he could see a pair of Green eyes.

"What?" She simply shrugged at his question. "fair enough,"

"I'm Curious, who are you?" The Grunt in charge of them asked The Clawed Boy responded first,

"uh, name's Komodo, I was simply a street peddler, you know selling dope and other things of the like,"

"Rough life," Alan remarked.

"Shut up you don't know me,"

"And you?" he pointed to the Ram,

"Carmine Peep." She thought for a moment "I worked at a convenience store until I was fired and my brother died when he tried to defend me from a trafficker ring."

"Sorry for your loss," He said, then motioned to Alan.

Alan had to recall the Alias The General had given him. He also had a pair of DogTags, with that name.

"Korek North," His Alias, of All things Was Korek, He remembers the man's name, Corporal Korek West. He was an Asshole, but still was a decent leader. "I was In Atlas's Penal Legion, Thirteenth Battalion"

"Penal Legion?" The Grunt asked.

"I was placed there after inciting a Riot in a Schnee mine, Should've seen the guard's face when his gun didn't do anything to me," Alan told his Fabricated story. "When I had the chance I kinda wandered off into the snowy mountains and eventually ended up on a boat to Vale," Committing the fabricated story to Memory, he could almost perfectly recite it. The background was Fabricated by a Specialist Winter.

"A Schnee mine? Damn, just like the Captain,"

"We're coming up on the Armoury!" The driver yelled.

Alan tested his ability to load his new gun by pulling the pump back, catching his previously loaded shell with his right hand the pushing it forward to chamber another shell.

Sighing he loaded the shell into the tube a final time. Holding a thumb to the firing hammer he pulled the trigger and decocked the hammer. Alan picked up the sound of a siren.

"It's the Grimm Alarm!" The Ram yelled, inside the enclosed space.

"No shit" the Grunt in front of him replied while the van stopped

"The guards are leaving,"

"that makes our job easier." The Grunt waved at the door and the Short Grunt next to him silently stood and slid it Open. "Change of plans you'll find a way In and help in taking the equipment,"

Alan stepped out and checked all angles, The Left was clear, the Right was clear, front he saw A reinforced door. Alan Assumed Leadership and sent his hand forward.

Five bodies pressed themselves next to the door and he inspected the lock. "we're not getting in unless..." he stopped looked up and took a few steps away from the wall. There. An Embrasure, It looked Extremely narrow.

"What do you see?" Carmine asked as Alan memorized the width of the hole. He looked at the Ram, Then at the Lizard boy. Then to the Shortest.

"You," Alan placed his shotgun in a holster it came with and held a hand to her shoulder "Can you fit up there?" She looked at the Embrasure and took a moment to consider. Alan saw under the hood a pair of brown cat ears lower in thought. she looked back and nodded.

"Good," He turned her around and grabbed her by the shoulders. Lifting her up And throwing her upward. Thankfully she understood his plan and began crawling through the narrow tunnel.

"s-Stop!" A voice yelled. Alan turned to see someone he vaguely recognized. He was a fellow student at Beacon, Another first year.

He forgot the kid's name but knew his weapon was a Sabre with a pistol as the cross guard. That was all he knew.

There was a distant thump. Alan recognized it as the rocket-propelled Locker each student was assigned.

The door behind him opened, and the Short Grunt waved to them.

"I'll deal with this," his words caused the student to flinch.

"Please don't kill the kid," Peep begged as she ran inside.

"Hm," He wasn't going to kill him, though he might hurt him unintentionally

Komodo ran inside after a moment. The short Grunt skipped over to the van, jumped on top and started to watch.

Alan Or Korek unholstered the shotgun, Knowing a shell was chambered he readied himself. A locker slammed into the ground next to the Student Huntsman, opened and he retrieved his weapon.

Raising the shotgun He cocked the Hammer.

The boy's scroll started to ring, and Korek stopped. The observing Grunt looked annoyed but continued to watch.

"Headmaster!" He answered the scroll, "I need someone to back-"

As he was interrupted his face contorted into a frown, Ozpin probably telling the boy to leave.

"But there's a bunch of wh..." He closed his scroll and deployed his weapon. "I-I am ready!"

"Should listen to your Elders Huntsman," Korek taunted. He focused as the boy Raised the gun part of his sword and fired a burst at him.

'Ah, a burst pistol?' Korek raised his Aura and blocked the shots with his forearm. The boy held his sword in a ready position and looked surprised at the dark red field that protected the White Fang recruit

"You having your Aura unlocked won't help-" A spray of buckshot hit him, Alan racked the pump, Pulled the trigger and repeated once more. Three shells worth of buckshot hit the boy as he used his sword to block at least a few projectiles. A seafoam-green Aura flashed and cracked around his body.

Korek charged forward, holding a finger on the deploy Bayonet switch on the pump.

The student huntsman reacted just in time raising his blade, he prepared to intercept another shell at close range, but Korek depressed the switch, It deployed the eighteen-inch Bayonet. The boy's reaction time once again just barely allowed him to move his neck from the Sword of a bayonet.

Pulling the Sabre back he pushed once again as the curved blade slid past Koreks shotgun and sliced at his neck. When his Aura flashed once More, Korek saw an opportunity, letting go of the shotgun's fore-end He grabbed the boy's sword hand.

"uh oh," Realizing he couldn't do anything about his left hand, he punched Korek in the chest.

The Recruit pulled the boy's hand away, raised his right arm and sent the receiver part of his shotgun at the side of the boy's head. resulting in him flinching at the hit.

Korek thought, for a moment. Turned his head as another fist sailed into his face. he saw a dumpster at the edge of the street where he wouldn't fly too far.

"Ow," he simply responded and pulled the boy along as he spun. Upon reaching a velocity he deemed enough he let go, Throwing the Trainee huntsman into the dumpster where the metal bent and his Aura cracked but didn't break.

Seeing the boy trying to stand, Korek raised his Shotgun one last time, aimed centre mass and pulled the trigger. Nothing.

Alan saw he forgot to charge the gun and did so. Pulling back then pushing forward to chamber one of the two remaining shells.

He fired and watched the buckshot scatter and finally break his Aura. The nine-millimetre balls it fired scattered limply onto his clothing.

As Alan inspected his handiwork he heard clapping behind him. turning to see the short woman applauding the display.

He put his attention back to the Trainee huntsmen, he was attempting to stand. raising his sword he pointed it at Alan.

"This where you want your mama to find you?" he said coldly, loading the shotgun's chamber one last time. His words gave the boy pause

He was shaking, Alan's words were getting to him. He lowered the sword, turned his head to an alleyway, then back to Alan.

Alan could see the gears working in the boy's head. His Aura drained while at the mercy of a single spray of buckshot. A look of fear adorned his blazing orange eyes.

He fully lowered his sword, turned and limped away as fast as possible.

Seeing the threat no longer a threat, Alan sheathed the bayonet, the Long knife finding a way to hide in a small box at the end of the gun, and holstered the shotgun.

Bending down to pick up the spent shell he stood and repeated it for the last few.

Stepping up to the van he tossed the spent shells inside, Leaned against the transport and waited, He had the feeling of being watched again when a hand came from above and started messing with his head.

More confused than anything else Alan looked upward and saw the green- Alan had to stop again as the eyes went from brown and pink then back to their Green. He dismissed the weird effect.

"What?"

She shrugged,

"Hm," The door to the Armoury opened again and out came Komodo, Carrying a box of ammo in each hand and a gun where ever he could fit it, Four under each arm, and a backpack stuffed to the brim, a rifle barrel poking out. He dexterously disappeared through the van's side door.

The next group to exit was Peep and the Grunt, carrying a large crate. the two ran to the rear and Komodo opened the back doors.

"Load up we gotta go!" Alan complied he moved inside and sat down at the bench near the entrance and slid to his old spot, The Short 'Green' eyed grunt climbed in from the roof's place and sat in her spot.

"Dude Kerry, you should've seen it, Korek here, kicked that huntsman's ass," the driver praised.

"he was only a student I believe," he tried to downplay it.

"Still those little shits can be lethal Korek,"

Alan leaned into the wall of the Van as they started moving.


Ozpin sighed in relief as one of his students made it into the doors of a hospital.

"Why do you have a Beowolf just prepared to be released into the city?" Ironwood inquired

"It was one of Ports example Grimm, It was in transit and I released it,"

"They have a good response time, and took care of it despite almost losing it,"

He focused on Alan's view once more as he opened a Crate, it revealed a line of Rifles, spare magazines and grenades.

"A bunch of last gen Altas weaponry" Ironwood sighed as he recognized the designs

"Think you can trace these?" Ozpin asked the General,

"there guns Ozpin,"

"So?"

"There guns,"

"Right,"


"He's pretty good I'd say," Kerry the Grunt praised,

The Lieutenant nodded. Glancing at said recruit he saw him jogging along with the other Recruits, He could tell the man trained regularly.

"How lucky you found him wandering the streets huh Reg?"

"no shit, he was just beaten out of a store as I was having a smoke,"

"Call Torchwick and say his Intel was spot on, as much as I hate the man he pulls through,"

Kerry snickered, "Calls me A slimey Snake then pays me," Kerry smiled, Revealing a pair of fangs. "I love money,"

"Can it... And you get off my planning table," Torchwicks assistant rolled her eyes and slid off the crate.


The Window shattered and two Bodies flew out of the sixth floor of the Hotel.

"Shit!" Woodrow yelped as he disappeared into the darkness.

"John!" Alan yelled out, He saw his team leader fall and he shook his head to clear the feeling of fear he held. Someone he always saw as invincible was just sent outward from a lethal height.

Taking a breath he moved to hide from the open doorway.

Grabbing his Radio he set it to another channel and released the held breath *Click* "One Two Bravo Lead down, Bow Bender Taking charge!"

He didn't wait for a response and raised his rifle to aim into the open doorway. walking past the Room he saw more friendly Riflemen run in from downstairs and he waved them into the doorway. They complied and began clearing the rooms.

Seeing they had the manpower to clear the floor he moved on.

It happened so quickly, his thoughts going to his team leader. 'keep moving, Mourn later,' He steeled himself as he came into view of a large staircase leading to the last floor.

Dom, Trevor and the Private exchanged fire with a few Bandits dressed differently than the Cannon fodder downstairs. A strange Visored helmet and heavy armour indicated the men as having the same job as them. A doorway to the right closed and he realized there wasn't any target here.

"Hold here!" He yelled, making his way to the door, the Enemy Shocktroopers didn't fire at him as Dom suppressed them with what little ammo he had.

Alan kicked just below the door handle and watched the flimsy wooden door fly open. Climbing the Steel staircase in the Utility room he climbed to the roof.

Opening a Steel door he was greeted with the sound of a whining Engine, Spotting the culprit as a Heavily armoured helicopter was taking off.

Raising his rifle he was about to fire at the cockpit but a pistol went off to his left and struck his side plate.

His response was quick, turning he fired a round and it blew the hand off of the Man wearing a Bright blue Pilot uniform and helmet. He went down screaming. Another Assailant attacked him from behind, attempting to stab him but it luckily hit the Kevlar part of his vest.

He pushed back, Backing himself up to the wall with some force. He then sent his elbow into his head, knocking him down.

His attention went back to the helicopter. It was airborne. He took a knee and fired at the tandem Glass canopy, sending a .308 into the glass where the bullet cracked it but nothing else.

"shit,"

As it was turning away, due north. Something sparked off of the left side Plate and he watched it veer off the the side then downward into the city.

"oh kurva" the man behind him cursed in his language. a look of disbelief adorning his features.

Alan stopped being mesmerized by the shot and turned back to the downed soldier. He pulled him up and against the wall, walking back he pointed at the wall to signify to stay put.

Looking back at the crying pilot he aimed his rifle.

The Pilot stopped and raised one hand and one stub. He said something to the other man but didn't get an answer.

Alan walked up grabbed him by the collar and began dragging him to the other man. As he hit the wall the sky lit up as the helicopter's ammunition probably started to cook off.

They sat against the wall, as Alan checked his magazine, Seeing two rounds left he sighed.

He kicked a leg up onto the pilot's chest, pinning him against the wall.

The other Man looked on in horror as Alan stabbed the Bayonet into his neck and tore out his throat. He fell to the ground, choking on his own blood.

"Please, Me Family, Home no food!" The Sergeant Major Pleaded. Alan felt Anger build up in his chest. He grabbed the Man by the collar and began dragging him down the stairs. The fighting had stopped.

entering the expensive-looking suite he saw more Shocktroopers and Guardsmen holding the Room.

"Medic," his request was immediately answered

"yeah?"

"Anything to keep someone Awake?"

"uh, yeah."

Alan threw the old man onto the ground and pulled out A knife.

"On it." The medic pulled out a syringe,


Alan pulled the bolt back on the AK rifle, He had to familiarize himself with it. they were switching to them after word got back from command telling them reinforcements were two months away, A problem now surfacing as casualties ramped up to an intense degree in the past year, leaving the Tribal Union to take men Exempt from service and those not fit.

The infantry outside the city was slowing the bandit army down enough, but couldn't take them on head-to-head anymore. Someone climbed the ladder to the half-track.

"John was a good man," Ben said from behind. "I'm sure you will do as good as him Corporal," His new Rank of Corporal. Alan sighed, he'd have to command One two Bravo now. Ben held up a map case and a radio, Alan realizing these were Woodrows. He took the few belongings and held them.

"Thank you, Sir," He left him alone in the back of the half-track. he brought his attention back to the map case "Rest easy Sir,"