Chapter 1: Recruiting

General Ironwood sat in his office in Atlas Academy in Atlas, looking over the files he was given for a specialized team. The White Fang threat was growing and it was becoming a serious problem. What he needed was a team of specialists that could handle just about any situation without linking back to him. The other headmasters of the academies agreed with this plan and were putting together their own teams. Each individual was either given or chose a code name to prevent any unwanted eyes from learning their real name.

The first person that caught Ironwood's eye was a sharpshooter, code name Bullseye. Ironwood couldn't help but shake his head and at the ridiculous choice of name, but it was very simple. According to the file, Bullseye was the best sniper in the Atlas Military, holding the current record for farthest shot at nearly a mile… using only his ironsights. His semblance, which he dubbed Eagle Eye, gave him the ability to see the path of his bullet.

"Able to take a shot and take out any threats or higher White Fang leadership from a mile away. This is a man we need." Ironwood thought as he reached from his scroll. He copied the contact number and gave the sniper a call, hoping that he caught him at a good time.

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To the far west of Atlas' border, a man dragged his feet through the snow as he climbed blanketed mountain. He wore heavy clothing that was originally a dark greenish brown, but was now white thanks to the snow that clung to his jacket. He wore a balaclava and a beanie with goggles so the snow didn't bother his head. A marksman's rifle with a red dot sight and adjustable ACOG scope clung to his back, but was in a weather proof bag to prevent the environment from causing his weapon any harm. A pistol with a silencer was on his hip, the modified holster keeping it from being affected by the weather, just like his rifle.

His current mission was simple, go remove a pack of Ursa that had been causing a local town some trouble. It seemed like a waste to send such a prominent sniper to such a menial task that the Academy students could handle, but work was work and pay was pay. He was almost to his desired spot when he felt his scroll begin to buzz, still too noisy for the sniper's taste. He pulled the headset microphone down from the side of his head towards his mouth and hit the button on the earpiece that allowed him to answer without touching his scroll.

"Whoever this is, make it quick." The man answered. He was too busy to deal with someone at the moment. Even if he was just walking to his destination, he would rather enjoy his walk in silence than have it be interrupted by a phone call.

"This is General Ironwood, and I have a proposition for you, Bullseye." Ironwood responded. As much as he didn't care for people disrespecting rank, he knew that the people he would be contacting were the kind that didn't care for a chain of command. Most would see the higher ranks as desk jockeys or those who had never seen a real fight.

Bullseye sighed in response. It's always with a proposition. He has been contacted by many groups, wanting him to join them. He always declined, of course. He would rather keep the job he worked hard to get rather than to leave it behind. But, since this was Ironwood, his superior, he was willing to make an exception.

"What is this 'proposition', sir?" He asked in his gruff, Russian accent.

"I'm putting together a group of the elite of the Atlas Military. Your job will be to travel Remnant and assassinate the higher ranks of the White Fang that we can identify with this team, or any other members the team may be comprised of. It's very simple, but it will be a tedious process. I'm sure it is something you can easily handle." Ironwood explained. There was no point in giving Bullseye any false information, so it was simpler to give the entire premise of the plan.

Bullseye was about to decline, but thought about what he could get out of this. He would be working for a higher cause, other than doing something as simple as killing a few Ursa troubling a village. And the pay would be so much more than what he got now. It took a minute before he came with his answer.

"Alright, Ironwood. I'll take you up on this. But it better not be a waste of my time." He said.

"It won't be. Once you're done with your mission, return to Atlas Academy. From there, you will be briefed on your new assignment. Good hunting." Ironwood finished before he hung up. Bullseye hung his own end, smirking a little beneath his winter gear as he continued his walk, a little more interested in what the future might hold for him now.

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Ironwood put aside Bullseye's file, happy that he was off to a good start. He honestly expected most of these individuals to turn his offer down since it wasn't a very career promising path. He shook his head and sighed as he started looking through more files. The next few simply seemed like good soldiers, but not of the caliber he was looking for. There was one that seemed particularly interesting, it was a heavy gunner professional with a simple name like the last, Heavy.

Heavy was specialized in more defensive tactics, where Bullseye was more offensive, and carried around a large machine gun. According to the file, Heavy would purposely set his gun up in places like doorways and halls for maximum effectiveness, regardless of if it put him into a bind or not. He also wore multiple layers of protection, ranging from kevlar to Earth Dust imbued clothing. He also received mixed comments from superiors that he would disobey orders and charge the enemy with his automatic shotgun.

"This 'Heavy' seems a bit like a loose cannon, but his skills say that he is exactly what we need in the event of a White Fang attack. Let's see what he has to say on the mission" Ironwood thought as he started to contact the next candidate.

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To the south of Atlas, in a town called Gadost in a small grungy bar, a man that looked like he could go toe to toe with a Beowolf Alpha sat and laughed with the locals. His real height was 7'3", but his hulking mass is what made him truly terrifying, weighing in at nearly 300 pounds of sheer muscle he was a behemoth. He had a shaved head that showed a slight hue of dark brown due to his hair and a thick brown beard that clung to his face. He wore a black long sleeved shirt and thick jeans with black combat boots. His deep voice boomed with each laugh, nearly shaking the lights out of their sockets on the roof above him.

His last mission was a success, so he figured that he might as well celebrate before his next brought him to some other corner of his home continent. He raised his mug, although for him it was more like a glass, to his face and downed his drink as he felt his scroll begin to ring. He slammed the mug down, nearly shattering it as he brought his communication device to his ear.

"Hello?" The man asked, the person's ear on the other side rumbling from his deep voice. "This is….Eh...Who is this?"

"This is General Ironwood. I have a proposition for you, Heavy." Ironwood responded. He figured to address each of them the same way in an attempt to gain their demeanor and behavior. So far, it seemed that Bullseye was very blunt, a "get to the point" kind of person. He wanted to see how this "Heavy" was and how he would act.

"Ah, General, good to hear from you! Hey, you should come down here and have a drink so we could talk in person! But I doubt you'd have time. So, what is this proposition you have for me? I'm fairly interested." Heavy asked, passing his drink to the side for a moment. It seemed that Heavy was sober enough to talk from over the phone, so it was safe to talk about it without him bellowing it to the whole bar. Heavy also seemed to have a Russian accent.

"Fantastic, he's a drunk. Hopefully, he's a capable drunk." Ironwood thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the headache he knew he would be developing in the future.

"I am building an elite team to combat the rising White Fang issue. You will be traveling Remnant to take on this threat to protect assets that would be vital to the cause. This means that you will more than likely be fighting in situations that put the odds against you. Does this sound like something you would be interested in joining?" Ironwood questioned as he leaned back in his chair, hopefully appealing to Heavy's more… testosterone fueled mind.

"Oh, this sounds very interesting. Very. I might have to think about it…...Sure! I'd love to join your team. As long as I get a good pay, and a badass time in the field, I'd be glad to join your operation." Heavy bellowed. When he said think, he really just went with his gut. He didn't think much. All he really did was do what his gut told him to do.

"Excellent. Report to Atlas Academy at your earliest convenience. I hope to see you soon." Ironwood exclaimed before hanging up. He leaned back in his chair once again and sighed, hoping that Heavy was just as capable as his file said he was.

"Ha ha! This is good news! Next round on me!" Heavy bellowed as he raised his drink in the air and the crowd cheered. He downed his drink as more were passed out, overjoyed that he was going to be doing some more fighting.

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Ironwood pushed his developing headache aside and continued looking through the files, passing more candidates aside until he found another that interested him. This one was a demolitions expert that had crafted a very interesting weapon. It was a device that would lock into a wall and drill a small hole, allowing the device to start spitting small cluster charges into the adjacent room. This individual called himself "Cluster", probably in honor of his weapon. According to his file, he was more of a solitary person, often keeping to himself and hiding away until the next job was to be done.

His file was exemplary, receiving several commendations for bravery in the line of duty as well as protecting several key assets. What really tipped Ironwood off was the fact that there was little to no derogatory comments or paperwork. This man was apparently the model soldier, which was a little strange since most others had some kind of negative comment on… well… anything. Ironwood shrugged and decided that this man was going to be a bit of a wild card, but he needed the best, and this man was definitely the best. Ironwood picked up his scroll, once again, in hopes that the man would join.

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In Atlas' main city, simply named Atlas like its sister kingdom, Vale, in a basement of an apartment complex, a man sat in a dark room at a work bench. He was a relatively young man, only 25 in age, tinkered with an odd looking device that looked like a thick metal plate with four bolts on top and a large tube at the center. He had short brown hair that was shaved on the sides with a pair of goggles over his brown eyes. He wore a thick shirt and leather gloves as he started to cut the tube off with a welder. His tool required adjustment, too many missions with it tended to wear on it and required constant repair and adjustment.

To him, tools were more preferable to people since tools could be adjusted. If a gun's sight was off, you adjusted. If a tool didn't work, you adjusted. You can't adjust people. He tinkered with his device until he felt his scroll begin to buzz in his cargo pants pocket, a moderately annoyed groan escaping his throat as he shut off his welder. He hated being bothered in the middle of his work, regardless if the other person at the end of the line knew he was working or not.

The man reached into his pocket and placed it against his ear after pressing the answer button.

"What?" He answered simply. He wasn't very talkative. Especially when he's annoyed. He liked to stay quiet most of the time. Even when having a conversation, not many words escape his throat. Though, even with his quick speech, it was clear that he too had a Russian accent.

"This is General Ironwood. I am calling to make you an offer, Cluster." Ironwood responded. He wanted to keep this brief, especially since Cluster didn't seem like he was in the best of moods.

"And?" Cluster asked. He put his elbows up on the bench, looking at the device on the table he could be working on right now.

"I am putting together an elite team to combat the White Fang. I would like you to join it." Ironwood explained as simply as he could. His file said that he wasn't very social, but he didn't figure it would be to this level.

"What would I do?" Cluster asked. He looked at his device and sighed. "Wait, don't answer." It was obvious what he was going to be doing. He just hoped his didn't have to talk much with his new teammates. And he hoped they would be respectful of his privacy.

"So you are willing to join?"

Cluster sighed again. "Yes."

"Excellent. Report to Atlas Academy as soon as you can. We hope to see you soon." Ironwood exclaimed before hanging up. The only real issue Ironwood saw with Cluster was is antisocial personality, since he clearly didn't enjoy speaking in the slightest. Cluster returned his scroll to his pocket and resumed his work on his device. There was no point in bringing along broken equipment when you face off against a terrorist organization.

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Ironwood pressed on, trying to find the last member of his elite team to take on the White Fang. After a few more files, he came across another interesting file. This individual was a trap specialist, mainly involving laser trip wire traps that were meant for doors and windows. Simply called "Trapper", his file suggested that he was more mobile than most other defensive style trap artists. It read that he preferred to have his enemy focus on him while he lead them to the traps, rather than sit and wait for them to come to him. In addition, he was apparently very ruthless, judging his enemy as more animal than human, whether they be human or faunus.

He apparently used his shotgun to incapacitate his enemies first when traps failed, taking out their leg before delivering the final blow. His tendencies earned him several comments and punishments for his treatment of his enemies, but showed no signs of changing his ways. Ironwood thought about adding Trapper to the team since he was efficient in his duty, but his methods were a little… outside of regulation. But, they were going up against a group that didn't have regulations themselves, so he would do. Ironwood picked up his scroll again, ready to complete his elite team.

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On the outer edges of the Atlas capital, a small home sat in the woods, still under the technical protection of the military. Inside was a nicely decorated house, a few tasteful rugs on the floor with a couch and two arm chairs set around a fire place. The fire burned warmly, giving the house a quiet glow while the owner sat in the arm chair reading. He was an aged man, going on 40 in years but barely showing it. He had short brown hair that showed very slight signs of thinning while the light stubble of a beard ran along his jaw.

He wore a light green shirt with brown pajama pants, clearly relaxed in his home. A pair of wire glasses sat on the tip of his nose as his green eyes scanned the pages before him. His scroll began to play a classical piece, the man waiting a moment to enjoy the melody before answering it. He picked it up and checked the caller, seeing that it was General Ironwood that was calling him.

The older man placed a bookmark on the page he was on and closed it, setting it aside. He answered the phone and placed it on his ear.

"General Ironwood, Sir. What is it you need from me?" He asked. It seemed that the elite team of soldiers would be made up of people with Russian accents, since Trapper as well has one.

"This is… oh. I am calling to offer you a position on a team I am building, Trapper." Ironwood responded, a little surprised that someone actually checked their caller I.D. before answering.

"Ah, and what would our mission be? And more importantly, who will I be working with?" Trapper asked, raising a leg to rest on his other one. "Actually, something more important. Who am I killing?"

"You will be fighting the White Fang, seeing as they are a rising threat. You will be tasked to defend high value assets, along with other defense style soldiers from across the kingdom." Ironwood explained, a little happy to be talking with someone who actually sounded pleasant.

"Ah, I see. Well, the White Fang have been getting bolder. Alright. I accept your offer, General. I'll get my gear and meet you at...The Academy, I assume?" Trapper asked, standing up from his chair and walking to a window.

"That would be correct. Please arrive at your earliest convenience. I look forward to meeting you." Ironwood exclaimed before he hung up. He set his scroll down and leaned forward on his desk, looking at the four files he had on his team. They were definitely going to be an interesting one, no doubt clashing with the other members the other Headmasters were recruiting.

The older gentleman continued to stare out the window with a smile on his face. This was definitely going to be an interesting set of missions, especially working with others from across the kingdom.

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Ozpin sat in his office, going over who he should pick for his team of elite specialists who can fight back against the rising White Fang threat. He looked through the many files he received from the Vale military, going over countless men and women who seemed to be up for the job. There were many, but he was looking for specific skills. Ones that would be useful in the line of duty that they would sign up for. He picked up a file and opened it. The file read that this man's nickname was "Blackout". Apparently, this man worked well with taking out any and all electrical systems with his semblance that Blackout called "EMP". Simple name and it describes the semblance fully.

This was someone he could use on the team he was building. Ozpin continued to look through the file. It says that he worked well alone, but even better in a team that knows what they were doing. He was stealthy and straight to the point. Blackout never disobeyed an order, even if it was against his morals. So this man would follow protocol without question. Interesting.

Ozpin reached for his scroll and put in the number on the file. Hopefully, Blackout wasn't busy.

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In Vale, the kingdom's capital, in the suburbs of the city was a blue house that wasn't much different than any other house. Inside was a man that was well into his thirties, that sat in an arm chair, napping peacefully. He had 5 o'clock shadow already developing along with a shaved head that was already turning grey. He wore a black shirt with black sweatpants that showed signs of excessive use. His sleep was sadly cut off as two children jumped on his chest, both of them clearly wanting to play with him.

"Daddy! Come play with us!" the kids cheered. Both of them were young, the oldest being seven and female while the youngest was five and male. They both wore black shirts and jeans, and the major detail about the both of them was they both had fox ears poking out of their chestnut brown hair.

"Oof! Easy kids, your dad ain't as young as he used to be." the father replied in a cockney accent. He sat up in his armchair, putting a kid on each knee, then started bouncing them on his knees as the kids started to cheer. After a few minutes, the father's wife walked over to him with a phone in her hand. She was in her early thirties but maintained a young looking body, very slim despite having two kids. She wore a gray shirt with black sweatpants, the pants adjusted for her tail that swung lazily.

"Leave your father alone kids. He has a phone call." The wife exclaimed, forcing the kids to hop off their father's knees and head back to their rooms.

"Who is it, dear?" the father questioned.

"Headmaster Ozpin, from Beacon Academy."

"Beacon? The hell is he calling me for?" he questioned as he took the phone from his wife. "Yes, Headmaster Ozpin?"

"Hello Blackout. I am calling to offer you a position in a group. An Anti-Terrorist group. You would be assassinating valuable assets, assaulting enemy strongholds, rescuing hostages and other crime related matters. Specifically from the White Fang. Are you interested?" Ozpin asked. Ozpin was looking outside of his window, waiting for an answer. He seemed to be more descriptive to who he was recruiting. He didn't have a reason to lie.

"Sounds like an interesting proposal. I'm going to need it a minute to think it over." Blackout responded. He placed the phone against his shoulder, preventing Headmaster Ozpin from hearing his discussion with his wife.

"What is it?" Blackout's wife questioned as she took a seat on the arm chair's armrest.

"He's putting together an anti-terrorist specialist team and he wants me on it." Blackout answered, summarizing what Ozpin had just told him. He noticed his wife's worried expression about the offer, knowing that it would mean her husband would be off on dangerous missions that he might not come back from.

"Is there a specific group you'd be working against? Or terrorist groups in general?" She questioned, hoping that she would get to know something.

"White Fang."

Blackout's wife went quiet, her tail curling around herself as her grip on the armrest tightening. Since she was Faunus, she felt the backlash of the group's efforts since almost all Faunus were lumped into the group's agenda.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but go. They've gone too far and given the rest of us a bad name." she finally responded, a bad feeling developing in the back of her mind that her husband might not come home after one mission.

"Alright, I'll let him know." Blackout responded as he pulled the phone from his shoulder. "Okay, Headmaster Ozpin, I'll join your team."

Ozpin mentally nodded. He knew what Blackout was risking. With the dangers ahead of them, Blackout's family may never see him again. As with the rest of the group he was recruiting.

"Thank you, Blackout. Please gather what you need and head out for Beacon ASAP. A Bullhead will be waiting to pick you up." Ozpin informed and hung up. He walked back to his desk and took a long sip of coffee from his mug.

Blackout handed the phone off to his wife, sighing as he got out of his chair.

"Well, looks like I've got a new job. Better get the gear packed." Blackout sighed as he stretched. His wife wrapped her arms around his waist, resting the side of her head against his back.

"Just, make sure that you come home." she sighed, not wanting her husband to leave on these dangerous missions.

"I will, I will always make sure to come home."

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Ozpin sighed and put his scroll down. Blackout seemed like a good man. He just hoped that he could return home. And if he didn't, Ozpin would make sure his family would be taken care of. He sighed and looked at some more files. There were still stacks to go through, so this may take a while. Ozpin looked through file after file until coming across another candidate. This one seemed like an even more interesting one. He looked through the file a few times, deciding whether to recruit him or not. The man's name was Smash. He was...More or less a brute. His semblance allowed for him to smash through almost any object imaginable. Impressive. He was overly violent though, always suggesting to dismember his opponents. He also wasn't the….Brightest of people.

Ozpin pinched the bridge of his nose and dialed his number on his scroll. "Well, he is the best of the best…"

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In downtown Vale, a police cordon was set up around a decrepit apartment building, one that was currently locked down due to a gang that was hold up in there. They were a dangerous gang, wanted for a list of charges including murder, drug charges and Dust smuggling. A Special Response team was moving around the back to attempt to strike the gang from behind. The man in the lead was a behemoth of a man, standing at 6'8" and weighing in at 250lbs, he was a power house.

He carried a massive sledgehammer on his back, and that weapon was his specialty. He stood by the wall he was told would put them right behind the gang, ready to get the drop on them.

"Ready whenever you are." the next man exclaimed, readying himself for the inevitable shock wave from the force of Smash's hit. Smash wore his usual blue jumpsuit with Earth Dust infused combat armor on his body except for joints that were painted black. He also wore a gas mask, for those off cases where any kind of gas was used. He was a bald man, who just turned 28 a few days ago, but was still as bullheaded as he was as a kid.

"Let's crack some skulls." Smash growled as he pulled his massive hammer off of his back. All of the group saw that the head of the hammer was covered in a white veil, all of them knowing that it was a good chance the entire wall they were on could easily come down. He swung the hammer and it connected with the wall, the hit easily creating a hole that was 10 feet across and nearly reached the entire second floor, putting it halfway up. Smash swapped his hammer to one hand while he grabbed the machine pistol he kept at his hip for just these situations. He took three steps in as the dust settled and showed four of the gang members laying on the ground, all of them dazed from the breach.

He lifted his weapon and easily gunned them down, a smile stretched across his face as he did it. He continued walking through the building, hearing the voices of those above him start to move. He raised his machine pistol and started unloading the last of the magazine through the ceiling and hitting several of the members. The rest of the team followed in, but stayed behind Smash so they wouldn't get in his way. Smash approached the stairs, hearing some of the members coming down the stairs in a hurry to meet them.

Smash smirked as he holstered his machine pistol and readied his hammer, swinging it with a charged swing and sent the first one flying straight back up the stairs, bringing two of his friends with him. The rest of the building clearing was easy, since Smash kinda went overboard and murdered the living hell out of all of the gang members. He walked out the front door of the building, kicking the door off the hinges and ignoring all of the swears from the people around him. As he walked out of the building, his superior approached him with a phone in his hand.

"As much as I want to rip into you, you have a phone call." his superior snarled as he handed him the phone. Smash snatched the phone from his hand, putting it to his ear. He answered in a deep, gravely voice that matched his frightening demeanor.

"Hello?" He questioned with an English accent (Think Jason Statham).

"Hello Smash. This is Headmaster Ozpin from Beacon Academy. I have a question for you." Ozpin answered. He wasn't at all surprised with the deepness of Smash's voice. Actually, he was expecting deeper.

"I'm listening."

"I would like you to join an Anti-Terrorist group. You will be focusing on assault tactics with other people from around the Kingdoms. Interested? And before you say anything, yes, there will be a lot of things to break." Ozpin said, appealing to Smash's violent nature. Smash smiled once again, enjoying hearing that there was going to be another job where he would get to break more things, or more hopefully, people.

"Alright, you've peaked my interest. Where do I sign on?" Smash replied as he jumped into the back of the Special Response team truck that brought him there.

"Head to the airport. A Bullhead will be waiting to pick you up and bring you to Beacon Academy. Welcome aboard. And please, try not to break anything while you're in my school." Ozpin said, wanting a clear answer. He really didn't want to waste time with paying for damages.

"No promises. I'll be seeing you real soon, Oz." Smash chuckled before he crushed the phone in his hand. What did he care? It wasn't his phone, and he really didn't care what his superior did to him, he had a new job lined up already.

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Ozpin put the scroll down and rubbed his temples. "Oh dear. What have I done?" He muttered to himself and took another sip of coffee. He put the mug down and looked through more files. It didn't take long to find another worthy candidate. This man was named Smoke. Apparently, this man was able to make a toxic substance. One that would suffocate and kill whoever breathed it in. It was worse than mustard gas. There wasn't a lot to go on in references, other than him having the highest kill count in the Vale military.

Ozpin dialed up Smoke and waited for a response.

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At the nearby military base near Vale, at the confinement center, a man laid across the bench in the cell. Well, maybe man was pushing it since he was just barely nineteen years old. He had blonde hair that was cut short, barely half an inch on the top with the sides cut down as low as possible without shaving. He was wearing his sand colored shirt with black jeans and black sneakers since he was still in his civilian clothes. He was picked up the night prior for causing a fight in the club he was in, granted he did kind of deserve it since he started the fight.

He tried to tell the Military Police that he did it to defend a girl being hit on by some tool, but they didn't really care for his story. He still got the girl's number, so the entire thing wasn't a total loss.

He opened his eyes upon the sound of the guard tapping a corded phone against the bars of his cell.

"Phone call." The guard grunted. The guy got up from the bench and walked over, taking the phone before making his smartass comment.

"I thought I was supposed to make the one phone call?" he joked, making the guard roll his eyes and grumble under his breath as he walked away. He chuckled as he raised the phone to his ear. "What a jackass. Talk to me."

"Hello, Smoke. Gotten yourself into trouble, have you?" Ozpin smirked on the other side. He had been informed about it from the guard that gave the phone over.

"Just a bit. Nothing too serious. So what can I do for you, whoever you are." Smoke questioned. He didn't really care who was calling him, just as long as they could get him out of the situation he was in.

"I'm Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy. I've contacted you to make you an offer. One that can get you out of there." Ozpin said. He wasn't lying when he said he was getting out, since he could simply order his release.

"Alright I'm in. When do I start?"

"Well, I can get you out now. But wouldn't you like to know the details?" Ozpin asked.

"You want people dead and I'm one of the best at it. That sum it up?"

"Well...That's just a part of it. Only you'll be doing defensive jobs. Not so much offensive."

"Fine by me. So when am I getting out?"

"Tell that guard that you are free to leave by my order. If he doesn't let you out then tell him I'll have him fired."

"Ha! I like your style. I'll let them know. I'll swing by as soon as I can." Smoke put the phone against his shoulder and called to the guard. "Yo! Asshole! Time to let me out! I've got people to kill with gas!"

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Ozpin put the scroll down and adjusted his glasses. He began to look through the next few files. And even more after that. It took him an hour of going through the files to find the last person he was looking for. This man was named Silence. It read that Silence had never spoken before. Strange. His file read that he has a semblance that allows him to jam enemy communications and break connection with breach charges, drones and other things of the sort. Great for defense.

Ozpin smiled and picked up his scroll. He knew this man wouldn't talk, so he dialed the number and instead, sent him a message.

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To Vale's south in a small town, a man walked about the local farmer's market, inspecting the produce that was grown locally. He was a man of decent height, standing at 5'4" with short black hair. He was wearing a white shirt with blue jeans and red sneakers, looking like a completely normal person, other than the fact that he never said a word. He plucked a few apples from the bunch when he felt his scroll vibrate, seeing that he had a message from an unknown number.

The message would read, "Hello Silence, this is Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy. I have an offer for you."

"I'm listening."

"I am recruiting skilled people from around the Vale to join a team of Anti-Terrorist troops. You will mostly be defending valuable targets of the White Fang, as well as different places that the group of radicals will target. Interested?"

"Very. When do I start?"

"Well, there is a Bullhead at the airport waiting for you. Gather any gear you'll need, board it and meet me at my Academy."

"Understood."

The man closed his scroll and put it into his pocket, a smile on his face as he paid for his produce and headed home to pack.

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Ozpin closed his scroll, smiling at how simple it was to talk to Silence. He put the scroll down and took a long sip of what remained of his coffee. He finally finished his team. All he needed to do now was wait for the other nations to present their most skilled warriors.

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In Vacuo, at Shade Academy which was similar in design to it's sister Academy, Beacon, Headmaster Monk, a tall man with bronze skin and a polished bald head sat in the tallest tower that overlooked the entire school. He was 6'5" and wore a dark blue suit with a white undershirt and dark blue tie. A white monkey tail swung lazily as he looked at the files he was given by the military and police forces of the kingdom. Just like all of the other Headmasters across the planet, he was required to find a team of exceptional individuals to combat the White Fang. It seemed that the organization was becoming that much of a threat that it required worldwide intervention.

He wasn't completely sure that this group of teams was necessary, but it didn't hurt to provide a bit more to kingdom relations. The first individual that caught his eye was a man dubbed Flash, since he carried around a riot shield that was modified with a large light that would act as a flash bang to blind his targets. He was a part of the Special Response Teams and received several commendations and awards for bravery in the line of duty. He also received several derogatory notes for jumping the gun on certain situations, whether the plan worked or not. Flash was also on record of never taking any other weapon other than his shield and a pistol, which severely limited him combat.

Headmaster Monk knew that having an individual specialize in one tactic was an issue, putting them at a disadvantage in the event their tactic was countered, but he needed good offensive members. He grabbed his scroll and contacted the individual called Flash

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In the local police station in Vacuo's capital, the SRT was in the gym working out in their spare time. One individual was pushing himself even harder than the others, and was easily making a large show of it. He was of moderate height, standing at 5'4" with light, sandy brown hair and green eyes that stuck out against his tan skin. He was wearing a grey sleeveless shirt with blue sweatpants and black sneakers, his muscles bulging out as he benched 205 for 8 reps. He gave his final push with a massive grunt and slammed it back against the stand.

He sat up, his arms dropping and he let out a boisterous sigh to inform everyone that he was done. He stood up and started to stretch when he felt his scroll start to buzz, his ringtone cutting off the music he was listening too. He hit the switch on his headphones, answering the phone.

"Hello?" The large man asked as he stood up. His voice had a slight German accent to it. He walked over to a window sill and picked up his towel, wiping the sweat off of his forehead and taking a look outside.

"Flash, this is Headmaster Monk of Shade Academy. I am calling to make you an offer for a new position." Monk answered. He wasn't sure what to make of Flash just yet, so all judgement was going to be reserved for the end.

"What might this position be? Who will I be working for?" Flash asked, sitting his towel down and sitting on the sill.

"You will be a part of an assault force dedicated to anti-terrorism missions against the White Fang. You will be working for the four Headmasters of the kingdom academies. It is a dangerous job, but it will be at least ten times your current pay." Monk explained, attempting to entice Flash to join if payment was his prerogative.

Flash thought for a moment. He had a little brother to look after back at home. He would be gone for a long time too. There were always his Grandparents who could look after him. He scratched his head and rubbed his eyes.

"Uh...Yeah, sure. I'll take the job. But do you think you could do me a favor"

"Of course."

"You see, I have a little brother back at home. I could leave him with my Grandparents, but I just want to make sure he's alright. So do you think someone can look after him while I'm gone. I just don't trust my Grandparents to take care of him properly. I worry, y'know." Flash said. It seemed that this man was a gentle giant when not in the field.

"Of course. I can easily set up an arrangement for your younger sibling. Can I count on your support for the team?" Monk questioned. He could understand Flash's concern for his younger sibling since he was the eldest of three.

"Of course. I'd love to help in any way I can if it's for a good cause." Flash answered.

"Excellent news. Report to Shade Academy at your earliest convenience. I look forward to meeting you in person." Headmaster Monk exclaimed as he hung up the scroll. Flash seemed like a good man, very caring since he looked after his younger brother.

Flash took out his earbuds and looked out the window a while longer. He sighed and closed his eyes. Then, he let out a sad chuckle.

"Joey...Big Bro might not be coming home this time…"

O00000O00000O

Headmaster Monk hung up his scroll, making a note to have arrangements made for Flash's younger sibling. Monk continued to flip through the files, none of them jumping out at him until he finally found one. This was an individual who was currently incarcerated for 40 years for various crimes ranging from drug sales to assault. According to his file, he used to attend Shade Academy, actually started a year early, but was then kicked out for aggravated assault. There was an altercation and the individual proceeded to break 30 of his opponent's bones… while naming each broken bone.

He served a small sentence, but was released early to work with the Remnant Investigations Bureau. He was with them for about two years before he was arrested for multiple charges, the main one being excessive use of force against suspects. His charges continued to stack as he went to prison, his ruthless attitude hardly stopping but instead getting worse. His code name was simply Outlaw, since he cared very little for the rules and regulations that he was given to work by. His specialty with the R.I.B. was defensive tactics against attacks, since his semblance was the ability to electrify metal for short periods of time.

From what Outlaw's file read, he was more of a terrorist than anything, and that was exactly what the team needed. Who better to combat terrorists, than a terrorist? Monk grabbed his scroll and called the prison, hoping that he wouldn't have to pull any kind of strings to release Outlaw.

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In a high security prison towards the borders of Vacuo, a man sat in a cell. This man was watching the guards in the block he was in, scanning the room for any kind of disturbance. He merely grinned from their attempts to keep him at bay. A buzz rang through the cell block. His door opened, along with every other cell in that block. Lunch time.

The man walked out of his cell and down the hallway to the blocks doors. He exited them, which lead straight to the mess hall. He walked into the line and waited for his share of mush that they call food.

Compared to all the other criminals here, this man stood out. He had long, light blonde hair that went down to the base of his neck. He had light blue eyes and stood at a height of 5'3. He wore the common jail jumpsuit. He stood among the tallest in his block, with the people around him mostly being muscular. Stereotypical prison mate. However, this man was skinny, but still strong.

He finally got his plate of yellowish green mush and walked over to a table. It was mostly taken up as he sat down and began eating. The other inmates laughed and chuckled among themselves as he ate. One very muscular inmate pounded his fist down on the table from laughing so hard.

"Watch out there buddy, my lunch might end up in your face if you keep doing that." He said with a grin.

The inmate growled in response. "Keep talking little man and you'll end up in the ground." Not even a minute went by before a piece of the man's lunch was in the inmate's face.

"Oops, it slipped off my fork." The man shrugged and flung another piece. "Oops, it happened again. My bad."

The inmate snarled and sat up. "You wanna go you little punk!?" He pounded on the table in anger.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, dumbo." The man said, looking behind the inmate.

"I don't give a shit! Get over here you littl-" Before the inmate could finish, another person walked to the end of the table. A guard.

"Enough!" He shouted. "Jared, sit down before you get tased again. And you," He pointed to the man. "The Warden wants to see you."

"Oh? For what reason? I didn't do anything this week."

"Just follow me and don't do anything stupid." The guard said. The man shrugged and got up. He followed the guard to the Warden's office, where said Warden was on the phone.

"He's here now." The Warden turned to the man. "Phone call for ya." The Warden passed the phone to the man. He put it up to his ear.

"Is this you, Ma? Don't I keep reminding you to call the block and not the Warden?" The man asked. His mother did call frequently. During his first few weeks there, the man's mother called the Warden instead of the blocks number.

"Um, no. This is Headmaster Monk of Shade Academy. I'm calling to make you an offer that will take you out of prison."

"If it's working with shit heads and bullshit law enforcers, no." The man said.

"How about taking on the White Fang with extreme measures to ensure a hostage or a valuable asset?"

"Oho! Now we're talking. So what am I doing exactly? And who am I working with?"

"You'll be working with several others of similar skill to defend valuable assets or White Fang hostages. Sounds like something you'd be willing to do?"

"As long as I get to do what I do best, then hell yeah!"

"Excellent. I'll arrange your release and have a Bullhead pick you up. From there it will bring you to Shade Academy. I await your arrival."

"Coolio! See ya there!" The man grinned and stood up.

"Warden, Outlaw is back." Outlaw grinned and turned to walk out the door.

"Told you I'd get out early!" He grinned and went back to his cell to gather his things.

O00000O00000O

Headmaster Monk hung up his scroll and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose since he had a feeling that Outlaw would no doubt cause a few problems. However he needed the best for the missions, and Outlaw was definitely the best that he could find. He continued to flip through the files, not that many catching his eye until he found one, a young woman by the name of X-ray. She was only 20, and yet she was accepted into Shade Academy two years early due to her skill as a Huntress. She was currently enlisted in the R.I.B. as a technology consultant, since she was a master with electronic systems.

She was also great at counter electronics, considering her semblance allowed her to see electrical currents. Monk scratched his chin as he read her file, seeing nothing truly wrong with this candidate. He shrugged, choosing to take the risk and recruit her, and grabbed his scroll, calling her contact number.

O00000O00000O

A team of R.I.B Agents lined up against a wall inside of a house. The door in front of them lead to the basement. One of the Agents opened up the door and peeked his rifle inside. Seeing no hostiles, he looked towards a young woman and pointed down.

"X-Ray, electronics sweep." He said and stood away. The young woman, known as X-Ray, pumped her shotgun and walked to the front of the stairwell. She walked down slowly and looked around for any signs of enemies. It was dark in the basement, save for a few dim lights. She eventually reached the last step.

As X-Ray put her foot down on a floor mat, it suddenly lifted up, and a red light was emitted from it. She narrowed her eyes. Her vision turned a light blue color as she looked around the basement. It was covered in wires, power boxes, and in another room, a large machine. A bomb.

X-Ray holstered her shotgun and pulled her pistol up. She looked at the bomb and saw a small electrical control panel. She had a low chance of defusing the bomb if she got close, but if she could disable the power to the bomb, it should shut down. She aimed her pistol at the panel and held her breath. Her finger squeezed the trigger gently, afraid of a misfire. She finally pulled the trigger. The bullet went a little more left than X-Ray was hoping for, but it managed to hit the panel. The bomb made a whirring sound before shutting off. X-Ray sighed in relief and holstered her pistol.

"Alpha, this is X-Ray, the bomb has been disabled." She said. She also had a German accent.

"Good work X-Ray. We'll call in the bomb squad to dismantle it." Alpha responded. X-Ray smiled and walked back up the stairs as she holstered her pistol. When she got upstairs, she received praise from her team. She took off her helmet and balaclava, showing her facial features.

X-Ray had light blonde hair that went down to the top of her back. She had blue eyes, and light, soft skin as well. On top of her head laid a pair of tiger ears, though the orange fur was lighter shade of yellow. The same went with a tail that waved behind her. Alpha approached the young woman with her scroll in hand.

"You got a phone call. From the Headmaster of Shade Academy." Alpha said. X-Ray took her scroll and put it up to her ear.

"Hello, R.I.B Agent X-Ray speaking."

"Yes, X-Ray, this is Headmaster Monk of Shade Academy. I'm calling you to extend you an offer." Monk replied. X-Ray was a promising member of the group, so he was hopeful that she would accept his deal.

"An offer? What would this offer be?" X-Ray asked, walking outside to the squad car.

"I would like you to join an elite team to combat the White Fang. You will mainly be a part of the offensive element, taking back hostages and stopping the White Fang from acquiring valuable assets."

"Ah, I see. So, basically an Anti-Terrorist Organization?" X-Ray asked.

"In a very basic sense. So, are you willing to join?" Monk questioned.

"...Um….Sure….Let me tell my team first." X-Ray said with a slightly sad tone. She walked back inside and looked at her team.

"Everyone….I'm leaving the team." X-Ray announced. The whole team went silent. After a minute of the excruciating silence, they finally started asking why.

"As you know, the White Fang have been a rising threat, and their setting a bad name for all faunus and putting innocent people's lives in danger. I want to save people so that they don't fall victim to the White Fang. And hopefully put an end to them entirely."

Alpha stepped forward. "You do what you need to do age-...X-Ray."

X-Ray smiled. "Thank you Alpha. Don't worry, you'll be fine without me. Goodbye everyone." X-Ray waved to them and walked out of the house. She walked to her car and put her scroll back on her ear.

"Alright. Where should I go? To Shade?" X-Ray questioned, wanting to know where she was going.

"Yes, a Bullhead will pick you up at the local airport and bring you here. I await your arrival." Monk answered before he hung up. He smirked, happy that he had a reliable member joining the team. He still had one more member to go, but he wasn't sure who to bring in exactly, other than he needed another good defensive player. He continued to flip through the files until one more person caught his eye, codename Hunter. This man was another promising case since he was a mechanical genius.

Hunter was originally a helicopter maintainer, no combat training whatsoever, but was basically drafted into the Vacuo SRT when he developed the Active Defense System. It was a device that would attach to any surface that would intercept any explosive device that entered its tracking range. The device was still in its prototype stage, so Hunter was the one to field test it and repair it if need be. Monk looked over his record, seeing that he was only 19, but Hunter wasn't the first young genius he recruited. Monk reached down and picked up his scroll, dialing Hunter's contact number.

O00000O00000O

A young man walked into an empty training room. He held a small device in his hands as he walked towards the center. There was a small window with a turret that fired explosive shells inside of it, pointing at him. The young man stopped and got on one knee and placed the small device on the ground. A small circular turret was on top and looked around. Once the device was suctioned to the ground, the young man stood up and walked away. In front of him now was a blast proof window. Behind it were military generals, watching the young lad. One of them pressed a button, making the turret in the window focus on a target that was set up. The young man leaned his back against the wall and waited for the turret to fire.

A shot rang out from the turret. The general's inside were expecting an explosion on the wooden target. Nothing happened. Instead, the explosives shell fell to the ground, smoking and blown apart. The small device had destroyed it.

The young man chuckled. He walked out of the room and into the viewing area. "You said it was designed for tanks. You said I could not make it smaller and more accurate. You were wrong."

When light was shed upon the young man, it was shown that he work a ski mask that covered his whole face under a pilot's helmet. He wore kevlar armor over a grey sweatshirt and blue jeans. On his feet, he wore normal, blue sneakers. His hands were covered by black gloves.

Most of the generals in the room clapped at the display. The rest scowled, annoyed at how they were wrong.

"There you have it. My new Anti-Material ADS. What do you think?" The young lad asked. The generals were about to give their opinion when the young man's scroll began to ring.

"Excuse me one moment." He walked outside and answered. "Hello?"

"This is Headmaster Monk, of Shade Academy. I am calling to make you an offer." The Headmaster responded.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but could you just get to the point?"

"Very well. I am assembling an Anti-Terrorism group dedicated to fighting against the White Fang. I want you to join because of your skill and expertise to defend a hostage or asset. Sound interesting?"

"Will there be an increase in pay and a chance to actually work with competent people?" He asked, his German accent thick in his voice.

"Ten times the amount you are currently being paid and you will only be working with the best." Monk answered, thinking about the attitude Hunter carried with him.

"Good. Now I can tell these Generals to piss off. So where do I go?"

"Um, very well. There will be a Bullhead at the local airport that will bring you to Shade Academy. Until we meet." Monk answered as he hung up his scroll. He set it down and thought about Hunter, since he seemed capable enough according to his file, but his attitude was definitely lackluster. It didn't matter to Monk, since he had his team put together, ready to take the fight to the White Fang.

O00000O00000O

In the city of Mistral, in the Academy of Havens tower, Headmistress Silvia looked through many files that have been brought to her by the military and the police force. She brushed her long, silver hair away from her brown eyes and looked down at another boring file. She sighed, believing that this search for Mistral's elite was a fruitless and time consuming task. She bounced her leg impatiently as she looked through the files one after one. She adjusted her monocle to read the info of a file before tossing it behind her.

"So~ boring~! Why are all these guys such tools?" Silvia complained and opened another file. How she wished Headmaster Monk was here. He would entertain her during this pointless task, and she would always try to flirt with him. And that also proved to be pointless sometimes. She sighed again and tossed the file.

Finally, she came across an interesting file. Well, as interesting as looking for Anti-Terrorist personnel can be. The man's codename was 'Medic'. Medic was a part of the Mistral police force as a field medic. He was a medic since his semblance could heal the injuries of others to a certain extent. He couldn't heal broken bones and internal bleeding. She thought he could be a nice addition to the defense team that currently consisted of no one. She looked at his number and dialed it into her scroll.

"Ring Ring!" She chirped and waited for Doc to answer.

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To Mistral's east, in a small coastal town, the local Huntsmen and Huntresses were currently in the middle of a firefight with a large Grimm known as a Leviathan. It was a massive seafaring creature that was at least 30ft long with a snake-like head, but was full of razor sharp teeth. It had stubby, but powerful legs, with a long slender body that ended in a fin-like tail that it used for paddling. The Grimm's body was mainly black with white spikes traveling down its back and a white skull covering its head. It was unusual for the large Grimm to make an appearance, but it would happen every once in a while so the town was usually prepared.

There were 10 Huntsman that were currently combating the beast, the Leviathan rearing its head back and then spewing venom out of the glands in its mouth. Most of the targets got out of the way, but one Huntsman was unlucky and got hit with the caustic venom. Lucky for him, there was a young Huntsman in training was with them, Medic. The young man vaulted over the cover he was in, his light combat gear allowing him to stay mobile while still having some armor. He wore a bulletproof vest over his black jacket, but instead of the usual magazine pouches, he had medical supplies for the injuries his semblance couldn't heal.

He wore a kevlar helmet and carried an MP5 with a pistol on his hip, for those moments when taking a life would save a life. Under his face mask, Medic was completely calm, in his element as he rushed to the injured man. Lucky for both of them, the venom would dissipate as it chewed away the flesh, so his semblance was useful. Medic rubbed his hands together, generating a green light on his palms as he ran them over the injuries, the flesh almost instantly regenerating. As he finished up, Medic began to feel his scroll begin to ring, and it was the "this is a very important call" type of ring.

"Zut." Medic cursed with a French accent as he used his headset and answered the call. "One moment, I am in the middle of a… situation. I will be with you shorty."

"Mou! I don't wanna wait! I've already spent so much time looking through files…." Headmistress Silvia groaned. She really was impatient.

"Apologies Ma'am, but I am currently engaged with a patient... and a Leviathan. I ask you to please hold on until the situation has been dealt with." Medic urged as he ran to another wounded Huntress, who was just hit by the Leviathan's tail.

Silvia groaned. "Fine~. But hurry up. I don't want to be here all day."

Medic kept the line on as he continued working with the Huntsman and Huntresses, constantly repairing their broken bodies. They had to keep the fight going on until the Mistral Air Force arrived, using a massive airship to blast the Leviathan, forcing it to retreat back into the ocean. Medic healed the last person who was injured, feeling the toll on his body and soul since the fight lasted almost an hour, twenty minutes since the woman called him. Medic removed his helmet and face mask, revealing the dark hair and blue eyes he had underneath. He was a young man of 19 years, just into his second year at Haven Academy.

"Alright madam, the situation has been contained. Now, what is it that you have called me for?" Medic questioned, still wondering why the woman had called him.

"This is Headmistress Silvia, coming in to make you an offer you can't resist!"

"Headmistress Silvia? Would this interfere with my classes?"

"Oh, yup. It will. But this will be a learning experience you'll never forget!"

"Um, okay? So… what will I be doing?"

"You'll be a medic on a team of Anti-Terrorist dudes who will be defending stuff." Silvia explained….Poorly.

"Makes sense. I just have a few more questions." Medic questioned scratching the side of his nose. He was doing his best to try and figure out what he was going to do for his classes since he was still a student.

"Okay, see you in my office later bye!" Silvia quickly hung up the scroll and giggled to herself. Medic looked down at his scroll, trying to figure out what just happened.

"B-but… who do I turn my homework in to?" Medic questioned out loud.

O00000O00000O

Silvia set her scroll down and spun in her chair, happy to finally be done with recruiting the first member of her team. When she stopped spinning, she pouted.

"Mou...I have three more." She groaned again and slumped in her chair. She closed her eyes and hovered her hand over the files on her desk. She shot her hand out and picked one from random. She slowly read it…..

"Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nada! Nil!" Silvia shouted as she tossed file after file without looking at them. She was about to toss another one until she saw his name. Brick.

"Pfft! Brick? What kind of name is that?" Silvia questioned and looked into the file. It turned out that Tower was also a defensive player. He was skilled with defending forts from grimm attacks and given multiple awards for bravery in battle. She tilted her head as she read. She also noticed that he has created armor infused with earth dust, but with special fabrications that makes the armor stronger than normal.

"Okay, looks like I got another member!...Maybe...Possibly." She ranted to herself as she dialed his number.

O00000O00000O

To Mistral's north, a small task force was dispatched to deal with a pack of Beowolves that had been causing a village trouble. There was nothing very special about the group, other than the large individual who that took the lead into the cave. He was a large man, standing at seven feet tall and wearing full Earth Dust infused combat armor with a helmet and bulletproof face mask and carried a small automatic rifle with a pistol on his hip. Each of his members was equipped with his custom made Earth Dust infused kevlar armor. He wanted to keep his teammates alive, so this was his way of contributing.

The team started moving in, Brick taking the lead since he was the most heavily armored of the group. He pressed in, his rifle raised with the flashlight on so he could spot his targets, which was very easy since they honed in on the light. Beowolves starting charging him, Brick starting to unload on the Grimm, his bullets tearing through the Grimm's soft black hide. His weapon clicked empty, the remaining Beowolves swinging their claws at Brick, the lead not budging from his spot. He knew his armor could withstand the attack, because if it didn't he had failed his teammates.

The Beowolf claws started to cut against his armor, but they simply slid across the armor. Brick reloaded as he took a knee, allowing his allies to start firing their own weapons and finish off the remaining Beowolves. They pushed through and finished clearing the nest, the group taking no wounds from the attack. Brick was satisfied with his armor that had protected him and his team. As he exited the cave, his scroll began to buzz.

Brick removed his helmet, allowing his chestnut brown bear ears to wiggle amongst his dark brown hair. He raised his scroll to his human ear and responded.

"Hello?" Brick questioned, wondering who would be calling him.

"Hello...Brick! I am Headmistress Silvia of Haven Academy! I have a question!" Silvia chirped from the other line.

"What is your question, ma'am?" Brick responded, thinking that voice of the woman was rather attractive, knowing that she was just as attractive as her voice was.

"Would you like to join a team where you beat the crap out of terrorists? Well, defend the crap out of someone, while beating the crap out of terrorists." Silvia said.

"Well, that does sound like an interesting proposal. Would I get to meet you first? I'm sure I'd join once I see that beautiful face of yours." Brick complimented, seeing if she would respond.

Silvia, on the other end, blushed slightly.

"U-Uh...Y-Yes...You have to c-come to H-Haven to meet the rest of your t-team…" Silvia stuttered.

"I'm not so much interested in meeting them, as I am you. When do I leave to come see you?"

"A-A-ASAP. There w-will be a b-bullhead waiting to p-pick you up at the a-airport."

"Wonderful. Can't wait to meet you. Until we meet." Brick exclaimed before he hung up his scroll. He spun his scroll in his hand and slipped it into his pocket like a cowboy would with his pistol. "I still got it."

O00000O00000O

Back in Haven, Silvia placed her scroll on the table and stood up. She walked to her window, the blush on her face disappearing. She watched her students walk about the campus as she looked outside.

"Okay...Gonna have to watch out for that guy…" She says to herself. She wasn't interested in anyone else but Monk. She had a 'Notice Me Senpai' relationship with him.

She walked back to her desk and sat down. She then repeated the process of flinging files behind her until one of them suited her needs. After 20 minutes of flinging, she found two files. One was about a woman named Shocker. She was skilled in assault formation, since she was currently enlisted in the military. She has personally built a drone that can disable enemies by shocking them. That was pretty cool in Silvia's book.

Silvia dialed up this woman and tapped her fingers on the table.

O00000O00000O

In Mistral's capital, Sparthens (See what I did there), a woman sat in an apartment at a workbench that was littered with scrap electronics. She was a rough looking woman, mostly being mistaken for a man many times. She was 5'"6 and was very muscular for a woman. Her hair was short and black, long at the top with shaved sides and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a dark grey tank top with black jeans and almost always had a scowl on her face.

On the workbench was a small version of those stupid hover board things that weren't actually hover boards but manufactured lies. The only real difference was the front held a Taser-like device that was used to either incapacitate enemies or destroy enemy electronics. She worked diligently on her device, knowing that it would help her in many more situations. She was enjoying the quiet work she was doing, until her scroll started to buzz.

"How may I help you?" The woman questioned as she brought her scroll to her ear.

"Hello little missy. My name is Silvia, Headmistress of Haven Academy. I have a question."

"Is it why am I so annoying? Because I might know why."

"Nope. I'm gonna dumb it down to killin' badies and savin' lives. You in?"

"Sounds simple enough. When do I report?"

"ASAP. Just get on a bullhead waiting in the airport and come to my office. You'll meet your team there."

"Sounds good, and hopefully you won't be as annoying in person." Shocker exclaimed as she hung up. Shocker was a very… blunt person. She called it like she saw it, and she currently thought that her new employer was annoying. But hey, she had a new job that was hopefully better paying than her current one… which was not being employed at all thanks to her attitude.

O00000O00000O

Silvia put her scroll on her lap and sighed.

"Goody, now I have a bitch on my team. Hopefully she won't as bitchy in person." Silvia grumbled and took a look at the next and last file. This man was...Big, to say the least. His name was Tower, and he was well trained with defensive tactics. He had a special shield that was entirely infused with earth dust to make it nearly invincible. He was also a tank in combat, taking and soaking up damage. Great team player, Silvia supposed. She grabbed her scroll again and dialed his number, waiting for an answer.

O00000O00000O

In the suburbs of Mistral's capital, a grey sedan pulled up to a small house. There was nothing special about the house, but the car itself leaned heavily to the left. The vehicle straightened out as the large driver stepped out, the man easily standing nearly twice as tall as the vehicle itself. He was a very large man, easily standing nearly eight feet tall and wearing combat gear that he used for work. He was a part of the Mistral Special Response Team, mainly as the frontman since his tool of choice was a modified riot shield.

It would work as a normal riot shield, except he could extend it to cover his entire height and body, making him into a walking fortress. It was a special order, not only because of it's extending abilities, but also because it was infused with Earth Dust, so it was extremely durable. He pulled his shield from the trunk of his car, and then started heading inside as he pulled off his riot helmet. He had light brown hair with brown eyes, nothing really out of the ordinary with him, other than his massive size. He placed his shield against the wall, fumbling with his keys as he opened his front door, a small girl just barely as tall as his calf tackling his leg.

He placed his shield inside the door as he put his helmet on the coat rack to the right, allowing him to pick up the child. A teenage girl walking up to him, chuckling at what just happened.

"Thanks for babysitting on such short notice. I trust the payment was enough." The man exclaimed as he started to bounce the little girl in his arms.

"It was sir. Well, have a good night." the teenager exclaimed as she walked by the large man. He chuckled as the small child in his arms cheered. The child was just barely 4 with light blonde hair and blue eyes, looking nothing like the man that held her.

"Did we miss Papa?" The man questioned as she held the child out.

"Papa! Did you save people?" The child questioned as she held to her father.

"Yes he did. Now, were we good for the babysitter?"

"Uh huh. Can we play now?"

"Of course we-." The man was about to answer when he was cut off by his phone ringing. He put his daughter into one arm as he went to answer the phone.

"Hello?" He questioned.

"Hi!" His daughter called as she reached for the phone.

"Huh?" Silvia was a little confused when she heard a child's voice, but realized it was just Tower's daughter.

"Hi, how are ya? My name is Silvia, Headmistress of Haven Academy. I have a question for you, Tower."

"Hi Silly!" Tower's daughter greeted.

"Papa's on the phone, sweetie. What would your question be, ma'am?" Tower questioned after quieting his daughter.

Silvia laughed at the little girl calling her 'Silly'. "I was wondering if you would like to join our newly forming Anti-Terrorist team."

"Hm, what are the benefits? And what would the hours be? I kinda have… other responsibilities."

"Well...The job is full time, I'm afraid. The benefits are that your daughter has a guaranteed acceptance into any college she wants when she's of age, 10x the pay you get now, and in the case of an….Incident, where you can't return home...We can assure that your daughter will be well taken care of."

"I'm not sure… those sound very enticing… but I'm not sure I can make that kind of commitment. I can't just leave my baby girl behind. I can't do that to you." Tower answered before baby talking to his daughter.

"Papa loves me!" His daughter cheered.

"Yes he does."

"I know you have a daughter...But we need you. The White Fang threat is growing. More innocents will die if we don't put a stop to their actions. Those casualties might include the ones you love."

Tower looked at his daughter with a smile, not wanting anything happen to his little girl. Sadly, his wife gave the ultimate sacrifice for their daughter, she died during childbirth. His little Madison was all that he had left of his wife, she was his entire world.

"Alright, I'll join your team. I want to make sure my little girl is safe."

"Thanks to you, she will be. Thank you. There will be a bullhead at the airport. Get here ASAP." Silvia said and hung up. Tower hung up the phone and looked down at his daughter, who yawned before curling up to her father. He smiled as he slowly started to rock his daughter and took her to her room. He set her to bed and headed out to the kitchen to find something to eat, racking his mind to figure out what he could do with his daughter.

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Silvia placed her phone down on the desk and sighed. She stood up and stretched. "Yay! Work done! Now I can play games!"

Silvia walked to her living quarters and jumped onto the bed. She took off her suit and monocle and turned on the television. She grabbed a soda, some candy and her game controller and played games until her new team would arrive.

Chief A/N: Thanks for reading everybody! I would also like to thank my Co-author, Zerox-3, for working with me. Both of us had this idea and thanks to Google Docs, we made it a reality!

Outlaw: You sound gay.

Chief: You're gay!

Zerox-3: Quiet children!...We still need to tell our readers things!

X-Ray: I seriously can't believe I'm working with a criminal.

Zerox-3: Hey! Be nice now X-Ray. Remember that you're supposed to be the nice one.

X-Ray: Yeah yeah…

Bullseye: The amount of banter in the Authors Note is ridiculous.

Deadpool: I'm also here because I do what I want.

Chief: Damn you! Damn all of you! Except you, X-Ray… you're good. I'm out! *exit Chief*

Deadpool: What crawled up his boxers?

Zerox-2: I'm also here...Because I'm here….Why am I here?

Zerox-3: Shut up and go with it, you damn robot! I'm your creator!

Zerox-2: *Teleports*

Zerox-3: DAMN IT! *exit Zerox-3*

Deadpool: Well… that happened. Anyway, PM ChiefD3m0n1c or Zerox-3 or review for any thoughts, comments, concerns, bitches, gripes or complaints. Until next time, goodnight everybody!