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Here we go
In a meeting room sat five individuals who were planning on things regarding the mission. They decided to keep it among themselves first before sharing it with the rest of their colleagues who may hinder their progress with differing suggestions and philosophies. One of them was the chairman himself who heard his data pad buzzing indicating a call. He swiped his fingers on the pad which allowed the person's face calling to be viewed on the screen.
"Ah. Locus. How may I be of assistance?" Hargrove greeted his trusted mercenary. The attention of everyone in the room was turned to him as they were listening on the conversation that was happening. They were silently hoping that it was of good news.
"I would just like to inform you sir that we have come into contact with a very important person." The mercenary professionally replied in a smooth manner.
The chairman was intrigued. "Really, please do enlighten me on the fellow that your posse has met."
Locus grunted and answered "His name is Ozpin. I've checked information regarding the man, starting with his name and to my surprise, it was just that. Nothing more"
Hargrove hummed as he paid attention, the others doing the same as they try to acknowledge the report.
"I read every bit of facts and data of him and his records were clean, nothing suspicious. The reason on why he is important is that he is the headmaster of one of the huntsman academies, specifically Beacon."
That caught their attention. They remained silent as they allowed Locus to continue sharing the intel he has gathered.
"The headmaster has some connections and associates among Vale's council and politicians. Not only that but to the other headmasters of the different academies as well. Even though he is only Beacon's headmaster, his influence still reaches to the city itself."
"Thank you for bringing this up Locus. This is very much appreciated. Oh and how are things going on your end? I am not above in wishing my men and those who work under me some good luck and checking to see if they are okay." The chairman said to the mercenary.
The green and grey merc was silent before forcing out an answer. "Things are going… adequate here to say the least."
"Hmmm, I concur… Very well, I wish you all godspeed on your efforts there. Goodbye Locus"
"Yes sir." Locus ended the call and his face disappeared from the data pad's screen.
The chairman straightened up and fixed his tie before returning back to address the others in the room. Them being General Doyle, President Kimball, Director Church and his councilor Aiden Price. "It seems that our ragtag group of troopers and my mercenaries has become acquainted to this Ozpin character."
"Who is he mister chairman?" Doyle asked.
"He is a headmaster of a huntsman academy in Vale. What's better is that he seems to have some sort of power among the city. Should our men play their cards right, the mission could go well."
That got appreciative nods from the group.
"It seems like those soldiers can actually be useful for once." The director of Project Freelancer offered his opinion regarding the sim-troopers.
"This wouldn't have been possible without the intervention of my subordinates." Hargrove added.
"Nonetheless" Kimball said to them "I have placed good faith in each and every one of them. No matter how flawed they are, I believe that they can accomplish this task at will."
"I agree" Doyle piped up. "I have seen footage of their combat simulations, and while they might not be the most skilled, they can quite come up with very crafty and mischievous plans."
The president turned her attention towards the director.
"What of the Freelancers mister Director?" she asked.
"Nothing that you should be concerned about misses President. They are currently on their way to Atlas as we speak. I have debriefed them on the things they need to do there. All of them are competent enough to do this plus to our advantage, they are enhanced with our technology." The director assured her.
"I keep telling you, its margarine."
"Grif," Simmons growled in annoyance. "Do I have to keep proofreading your sentences every time you speak? Its margin you doofus, as in margin of error" he stressed out the last part to emphasize his point.
"Whatever" Grif sighed "Also, why are you not sure that things will go at a hundred percent?"
"Grif, I don't think that you've noticed, but the experiences and times that I have spent with you guys have solidified the proof that every plan of ours, no matter how awesome and likely to succeed they seem, there are always big chances that they end up being shitty." Simmons answered for him.
"So?" Grif asked, having not understood what Simmons tried to explain.
"So, what I'm saying is that our chances of trying to do what we normally do at Beacon and convincing the headmaster is not a guaranteed one hundred percent at succeeding. I calculate our chances of succeeding at only fifty percent."
"And the other fifty?"
"It is the likelihood that we'll fail dumbass! That is why there is a margin of error. It is always important to think of the drawbacks."
"As I said before, it's pronounced mar-ja-rin. Do I have to friggin spell it out for you?"
Simmons groaned in defeat "I give up."
"But why only fifty though? I think you're just underestimating us." Grif spoke to his partner.
"And I think you're just overestimating yourself" rebutted Simmons.
"Can it ya lovebirds!" Sarge barked at the bickering duo. "You idiots better start packing. We were supposed to leave at o' six hundred. Now look at the time and it shows that we're three hours too late!" he groused. "And don't say that I didn't-"
"You didn't tell us to set up an alarm" Grif finished what Sarge tried to inform.
"Grr dangnabbit."
"Yo. Assholes! You done there!?" Church yelled from the other side of their room.
"Don't keep your panties in a twist blue-tard! You can't order me and my men around!" Sarge rebuked.
"The van's already prepared. We're just waiting on your slow assess now."
"On second thought, we'll be right there, except for Grif who is still unpacked. It would be a wise suggestion that we ditch him."
Church exasperatedly sighed and turned away. "Just hurry up!"
"You've been on that website all day long. What's eating you up?" Felix asked, bored as they waited for the rest of the reds and blues to go out. All of them had now reached out to Ozpin that they will be joining as students but with the purpose of scouting out the place, espionage, and hopefully reveal who they are and convince him to go along with their operation. Of course, they kept their intentions and purposes of joining the academy as a secret.
Locus, who was already in the van, was still busy researching on his laptop containing some info of the headmaster of Beacon.
He sighed before replying "I am having doubts on this info they presented. I've checked his dossier for discrepancies but unfortunately found none. I am curious though, why leave out his birth date and birthplace."
Felix leaned back on the van's door and asked "Why doubt it? I'm pretty sure they're credible sources. They are an academy after all so why would they utilize some of their stuff from shady documents."
That didn't seem to calm Locus down.
"Something still does not sit right with me. Like how they quickly found us at the docks?"
"Go on…"
"I don't know. I just- *sigh*. Look, we'll just have to take up on his offer and think about our next approach. We don't have to entirely trust him. Let's just play the role of the oblivious initiate." He said as he closed his laptop.
Felix shook his head and chuckled "I think this mission has got you a bit too paranoid Locus. There's no one out to get us, well except for those stupid terrorists. But it's not like the headmaster is going to use us for his own gain nor are we his pawns."
Locus just grunted.
Felix stared back at the hotel and saw the rest of the reds and blues coming out of it. "What took you assholes so long? You guys wasted more time than a girl putting on some makeup." Felix grumbled.
Church huffed and retorted "My apologies your highness but the bickering couple over there-"he pointed to Grif and Simmons "were busy debating over which was the proper grammar to use."
Locus looked over to the Blue's leader and queried "Are you all finished loading your gear?"
The cobalt sniper responded with a nod and made his way to sit inside their rented vehicle. Already inside were Doc and Donut who were busy updating their blog while using Lopez's body as their gadget's charger, much to the frustration of the robot; and Tucker and Caboose who were playing cards. Well, it was mostly just Tucker trying to explain the rules while Caboose didn't understand any of it and was attempting to build a card tower.
"Scoot over Tucker." Church gestured and plopped right next to his two teammates.
"Sup buddy, took you long enough to get here." Tucker greeted the grumpy blue. Church rested his legs onto his suitcase before talking back to his partner as he tried to get comfortable for their trip to the academy.
"It wouldn't have to take so long if mister Wideload and mister Kissass decided to postpone their lover's quarrel for the moment."
And after a few moments, the trio of Red Team piled inside the van and began with their trip, Grif drove away from the hotel and headed towards the huntsman school.
The continuous sounds of bickering from the group and Felix's snoring made Locus's growing annoyance begin to overflow from his body. 'They. Just. Won't. Stop' his mind echoed. He tried to calm his nerves by tapping his feet on the floor and scratching his fingers slowly on the armrests. But alas, the effort was all for naught. He kept reminding himself to just stay calm in the vicinity of these people and not lash out.
But things wouldn't change if he didn't do something. So he cleared his throat to garner everyone's attention. 'At least that worked' he mused.
"Everyone, as you all know, we are now heading into unknown territory. This is a huntsman academy, a combat school where they train their warriors. So be prepared for anything."
They all listened to him. Felix was still asleep but was elbowed by Tucker and quickly woke up.
"When we arrive, make sure to drop all of your shenanigans and act like qualified huntsmen." He finished. Church meanwhile snorted and spoke back.
"Yeah sorry, that ain't gonna happen. Besides, we're never qualified for anything." He remarked.
"Excuse me?" Locus questioned the blue as he was confused.
"Have you seen the way we do shit? Trying to act in line would be impossible for us so yeah, we're not huntsman qualified. It reminds me of when our tank licenses nearly got revoked."
"You need a license for tanks?" Doc asked.
"Oh hell yes. What kind of brain dead idiot would go around issuing new recruits the rights to use those bad boys? Anyway, as I was saying, our licenses nearly got revoked because of two reasons. One is when we tried to deliver pizza using the tank."
That stunned everyone in the van to silence.
"Why would you use military equipment to deliver food?" Locus asked as he was shocked to hear this. Apparently, this was one of the few things that actually surprised him and gained his curiosity.
Tucker chose to continue in recalling the event. "Well, we were desperate at that time since rookies always get hazed by superiors. Our sergeant at the time was Miller, who said that before we get our hands on our meals, we need to serve the grub to our leaders and commanders first. So, without a doubt, he ordered one of the best bites that was served at the base, pizza. But we were in a rush since were so hungry, that we decided to use the tank as a last resort."
"How was that even possible?" Felix snickered as he listened.
"Dude, trust me. You don't wanna know." Church muttered.
The blue's tank stopped by the address of their sergeant's barracks. Tucker was driving while Church and Caboose were operating the turret.
"This is our stop." Tucker radioed in from the driver's compartment.
"Got it" Church replied back. He peered into the tank's scope and saw that they were clear to fire. He turned to Caboose and talked with his teammate. "Is the order ready Caboose?"
"Yep!" the dumb blue smiled brightly. "One large ham and cheese pizza with extra stuffed crusts"
Church nodded in approval. "Good, good. Now, time to arm the cannon."
"Okay." Caboose placed the piping hot pizza in the box and loaded it in the gun.
"Locked and loaded!" he hollered as he saluted.
"Copy that." Church acknowledged as he peered at the sights one more time. He flicked the switched that said Auto-Lock engage.
In the mess hall, Sergeant Miller was impatiently tapping his palm into the table. "Now where the hell is my food?" he growled. Suddenly, the doors swung open and came in his subordinate who was panicking.
"Sir, sir!"
"What is it Johannas?
"Its Jones sir" he corrected "but screw that, there's something you got to see. It's urgent!"
The sergeant sighed as he reluctantly stood up and followed Jones "Alright, just hold your horses."
When they arrived, they see the big tank unsettlingly aiming its barrel right in front of them.
"What in god's name?" Miller muttered as he was dumbstruck at what he saw.
In the tank, Church saw that the sergeant came out and was in his line of sights. "One large pizza coming up." He said as he pressed the trigger.
"Firing main cannon" the tank's A.I. spoke.
The color drained from Miller's face as he uttered one last profanity. "Oh son of a-"
*BOOM*
Without mercy, he was unable to finish what might probably be his last words as the tank fired the pizza and hit him straight on with precise accuracy.
"Fortunately, he survived. For us, we were made to do twenty laps around the entire base and were given only kiddie meals for dinner." Tucker finished.
"Wow, you must be the biggest morons that I have ever met." Felix ridiculed them.
Church sighed and continued with the explanation "Which leads to our second reason, Caboose."
"Hello" he piped up as his name was called.
"This idiot over here always team killed our members during Big Team Battle. He shot me and my other teammates countless of times and nearly ran us over when he drove it." He groused.
Locus only sighed in the end and took over the impromptu meeting. "Nevertheless, just try not to get yourselves in trouble. The mission is too important to fail. I'm pretty sure each and every one of you has some common sense, even in the slightest amount."
"Eh, will try." Church quipped.
END