Okay so I am a rather new "author" (I use that term very and I mean very losely) and a fan of anything military, especially gear related items. I am in need of a beta reader to catch what I don't get. Also I would like feed back of any kinds. So if you guys like this horrible story in any way, please feel free to always what your thoughts are and help me make this story better. Thank you and on to the next part.

Camp Vale

Qrow pulled into the base the next morning and stopped close to the team building and walked in wearing his Untility uniform and cover. He walked into the team room and sat down next to RJ and soon the rest of the team, 38 Raiders in total, sat down or stood down waiting for the briefing. Captain Haldain walked in with Gunnery Sergeant Millers behind him.

"Sorry to cut your leave short gents, but White Fang is on the move and we are the only team on call for this. JSOC is dealing with a shit storm brewing in Patch, while Army Special Force and Rangers are bogged down in a slog fest in Menagerie. So they called us sons of bitches to pulled their asses out of the fire." Laughter erupted from the team. "So here's the deal, we got intel that White Fang has a training camp in the Northern part of Vacuo so we are tasked with taking it out. We are going to have support from an orbating AC-130 and Apache gunships. So get in, deal with the camp, gather what intel you can and get out. Good luck."

The team began gathering their gear and soon they boarded a C-17 and was in the air within 2 hours.

Northern Vale.

Quietly, the men from Ember company moved through the woods and found the camp. With NODs down and radios turned down, the Raiders began to take up their positions around the camp. Qrow and his team moved to the western edge of the camp.

Quietly, Qrow started putting his men in place. "RJ, take Wylie to the left flank and keep that side locked down. Deacon, take Jake to the right and remember no 240s until we hit a solid hard point. Tick, you're with me."

His men began taking their positions and Qrow moved forward slightly hunched down to lower his body and aimed his M4 with Knights Armament NT4 QDSS suppressor towards the camp. Looking through his Nightforce optic, Qrow spotted 5 sentries standing guard around the camp. "Well shit, more than expected." He softly mumbled to himself. "Actual, 2-1, I count times 5 sentries around the camp. Unknown number on the inside."

"Copy 2-1. JTAC is getting ready to call in the AC-130 to level the camp."

Tick sighted in his M110 sniper rifle towards the camp. "Uh sir. We got a problem. I mean a really big fucking problem. I see women and kids inside the camp."

Qrows head jerked towards Tick. "Are you sure?"

"Boss I know a kid when I see one."

"Fuck. Actual, 2-1, we have eyes on kids in the camp."

"2-1, Actual, can you confirm there are children inside the camp?"

"Afirm Actual. My sniper has eyes on at least" Qrow turned to Tick in which Tick held up 3 fingers. "3 kids inside the camp."

"Copy all. I am going to radio up to command. We may have to assualt into the camp."

Grunting, Qrow low crawled over to where RJ and Wylie were hiding. "Alright, Wylie, you see that guard tower?"

Wylie nodded "Yup got it."

"Good, I want you to light it up if we need to."

"RJ, take the Mk48 and move over and hit the the 3 Sentires under the tower."

RJ nodded and moved to get into a better position.

"2-1, Actual. Looks like we are going to have to assualt the camp direct. I want your team to handle the western gate and keep any squirters from running. Then move to the road to set up a blocking position for any enemy QRF."

"Actual, 2-1 copy. Will engage on your mark."

RJ looked over at Qrow. "I don't like this Harbinger. This op has bullshit written all over it."

"Yeah I know. Intel really dropped the ball on this."

"Hangman 2-1, Actual, we are going to wait to see if these kids go to sleep and go in quietly."

"Copy Actual. My team is standing by."

After 3 hours of waiting, two assualt teams began to move into the camp, silently taking out the sentries and soon were in the compound. However, things soon turned ugly when Qrow and his team heard a woman screaming and running out from one of the buildings.

"2-1, we are in contact mid town south of the main compound."

Qrow gritted his teeth and prepard his team. Soon sounds of gunfire and small explosions filled the air around the compounds. Qrow and his team then noticed 6 enemy combatants move out of one of the buildings and out torwards the western gate.

"Actual what's your POS?"

"2-1 you are cleared to engage."

"Going hot." Qrow nodded to his men and soon they gave their voices into the fight with 240s, MK48s and M4s firing in one. They soon cut down the 6 combatants and checked fire. Qrow reloaded his M4 and moved to his radio to give out more orders when the radio squawked "2-1, we are clear. I say again we are clear."

"Copy Actual. We are on stand by."

"Move to blocking position."

"Roger, moving to the road." Qrow nodded to his men and they displaced and move to their blocking positions on the road.

Within minutes, Qrows men had their guns set and aimed down the road, waiting for anything. All the while the rest of Hangman Company moved into the compounds and began gathering intel and a few White Fangs that survived the assualt. Qrow moved off to the side of the road and set a M72 LAW rocket against a tree and set up in a sitting position and aimed his rifle down the road.

"2-1 this is Roundtable. Be advised, you have 3 times vehicles pushing on your location. We've counted at least 30 PAXs in them as well."

"Copy all Roundtable. Actual, we may need the JTAC over here to call in some air if needed."

"Copy I am sending you Alpha team and the JTAC to assist. ETA 5 minutes."

'Nothing takes 5 minutes.' Qrow thought to himself.

"Shit sir, it's those trucks, they're at about thousand meters out."

"Alright boys get ready."

Qrow grabbed the LAW and prepped it to fire. "Good?"

Deacon nodded "Back sides clear!"

Qrow pressed the trigger on the launcher sending the rocket out of the tube and hit the first truck sending it into a ball of flames. Shortly after that, Wylie, RJ and Jake engaged with 240s and Mk 48 on the two rear vehicles while Qrow, Deacon and Tick engaged with their carbines and sniper system. Soon a full blow fire fight between Qrows team and the 23 remaining White Fang members erupted.

Qrow reloaded his rifle for the third time when he realized that they were starting to lose fire superiority and decided to make a call. "Actual, 2-1, we are in contact. I repeat major contact. Where is Alpha?"

"2-1, 1-1, coming up on your 6, JTAC has the Apaches coming in hot. Get down."

"2-1, Gunfighter 0-6 in position for gun run."

"Copy that 0-6, anything to the south of the strobe is an enemy. Burn them!" Qrow replied over the radio as he turned on his helmet mounted strobe.

Gunfighter 6 and 1-1 swooped down hugging the road as they tore down to the trucks and began firing both the Chain gun and Hydra rockets at the WF fighters. After 6 seconds, a majority of the WF fighters and their trucks in flames. However the birds weren't done. "Y'all keep your heads down, we're coming back around."

While the gunships handled the fighters, Alpha Platoon made their way to Qrows team. With Alpha adding additional guns, Qrows team once again gained the fire superiority back. Taking a second to breath, Qrow noticed a small 4 man team moving up on his right flank and moved to intercept. Taking a short breath, he lined up on the first target, pulling the trigger and dropping him with a center mass shot. Just as quick, he moved on to the next and the next. Dropping all 4 with ease. Alpha lead moved up next to him and began using his underbarrled M203 launcher and started sending 40mm grenades down towards the burning trucks.

When the firing began to slacken somewhat, Deacon moved over to Qrow and smirked. "Damn Harbinger. Nice aim. Shit got hairy there for a second."

Qrow nodded and looked at Deacon, "We got lucky with that. Good idea packing the LAW around. Always a smart idea." They walked through the compound and saw a pile of rifles, chest rigs, and dead bodies. Qrow moved over and spotted Gunny Millers. "Gunny, how did we do?"

"Well Branwen, seems we hit a pretty big jackpot. Camp Atlas is gonna have a field day with the intel we found and we also have the third head of the Hydra EKIA."

Qrow whistled "Fuck man, seriously?"

Millers nodded. "Yup. Apparently this wasn't just a taining hub. It was regional HQ of their cell. Don't even think Section knew what they pulled when they tasked this to us."

Qrow shook his head and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took on out. Putting it to his mouth, he light it and took a long drag. "Well Gunny, seems like we either got really lucky or."

"Yeah or we stumbled on something White Fang didn't want us to find."

Qrow nodded and looked around and saw 15 woman and 29 children. "What are we going to do with them?"

"Captain's on the horn with command trying to figure that out."

Qrow nodded and finished his cigarette flicking the butt to the ground. "I don't feel comfortable with leaving them here out in the wild. Too many things out here that can well kill them."

Millers just nodded and went to find the Captain. While Qrow moved to his team and told them to help get as much intel as they could. With that Qrow sat down, took off his helmet, and poured his spare bottle of water over his head. Running a hand through his wet hair he looked up and noticed the sun coming up and he stood up. "Welp not gonna be able to hide this."

"Nope, but we got Night Stalker MH47s to come get us out and back to Atlas."

Qrow turned his head and saw Captain Haldain walking over to him. He nodded his head to him and pulled out another cigarette. "How did you pry Night Stalkers from JSOC?"

Haldain smirked. "We had a major hit and well JSOC and Special Forces are pissed they passed it up. So Night Stalkers valunteered three MH47s to pick us up."

Qrow nodded towards the women and children. "I am guessing you got the okay to take them with us?"

Haldain nodded. "Yup. Camp Atlas wants to debrief them. See what they know."

"White Fang might be extremist, but they aren't stupid sir. They either don't know anything or won't talk."

Haldain nodded and started to move away. "I agree, but sadly those are our orders."

Camp Atlas

Qrow and the rest of Ember Company got off the birds when they landed as Military Police escorted the women and children to a hanger on the other side of the air base. Soon they stood in a room with sandwiches and cans of soda strung about on a table. Within moment, the sandwiches and drinks were gone just as 5 men from Camp Atlas CID moved into the room to gather the intel bags that Hangman company gathered. Once they got all the bags, the men moved out of the room only to be replaced by General James Ironwood and his assistant Specialist Winter Schnee. With a grunt, Qrow moved off to the side hoping to avoid Willows younger sister.

"Gents, well done. I was surprised when I got the call from General Hammond saying that his Raiders took out an entire White Fang compound and killed one of their leaders."

Captain Haldain spoke for his men. "Thank you General. We were just as surprised as you were when we found out what happened. Finding out that Number 3 was EKIA was just the icing on the cake."

Qrow rolled his eyes making sure no one could have saw it. While the General and Captain Haldain spoke, Qrow set his gear onto a table and took off his Velocity Systems SCARAB plate carrier and it hit the table with soft thud. "I'm actually surprised I only used 7 mags out of my load out."

RJ laughed slightly. "You sound disappointed."

"Nah, just slightly stunned with how kenetic that firefight got. They are getting bolder. More organized."

"Yeah, I don't get it. Someone has to be supplying them with arms and training."

"That's my line of thinking RJ. Taurus has to be getting his men equipment from somewhere. Hopefully Belladonna follows through with his public promise to find out who and what is supporting the white fang."

With a smirk, RJ laughed and said "Nazis?"

"No. It's not the Nazis."

"Bet you I'm right."

"Bet you, you're wrong."

"Bet you're an asshole."

"Bitch I eat people."