Some mothafuckas are always trying to ice skate uphill. Let's do this.

Four men wearing black and grey uniforms made their way along the side of a small pub, the street lights cast shadows over the alley they stood in. Holding up a fist the first man stopped the group before pointing to the two at the back of their line, then with two fingers he pointed up at the roof of the pub. The two nodded before reaching into the pouches strapped to their thighs and withdrawing thin ropes with hooks on the end and deftly tossing them up onto the roof. They quickly and quietly ascended the side of the building leaving the remaining to men.

Moving around towards the back door to the building the leader raised his finger to the side of the helmet on his head. "Bravo, Charlie, this is Alpha leader, are you in position?" He spoke in nearly a whisper over their comms. Instead of receiving a verbal response he instead received two green flashing lights in the top corner of his visor indicating and affirmative answer. "Commencing entry in five, four, three." The man stood rifle raised and grenade now in hand he quickly slammed his foot into the door nearly sending it off of it's hinges and threw the flash bang into the pub.

Upon entering the building he found a rather standard looking if not a bit run down pub, mostly empty other than around eight men and women wearing masks huddled around a table with several duffle bags and rifles on it. Everyone was now holding their ears or rubbing their eyes in response to the grenade. Taking advantage of their blind and deaf state the man ran in and brought the but of his gun down into the face of the nearest person wearing a mask, a moose faunus he guessed by the antlers.

The second uniformed man followed soon after grabbing one of the women a striking them in the temple knocking them unconscious. By the time she hit the floor the first man had struck another of the masked faunus in the throat before kicking his knee at an angle earning a loud crack.

At this point the remaining five began attempting to react to the intruders when suddenly there was a loud band from above and a large hole in the roof exploded downwards landing on one unfortunate faunus. Two more uniformed men wearing black helmets jumped through the new hole and took aim with their rifles at the remaining four faunus, two of whom had drawn hand guns and were in the process of taking aim, only for the four men to open fire themselves quickly dropping the faunus. The final two grabbed the bags from the table and a rifle and sprinted towards the front door.

Slamming through the door they quickly found themselves met by another four men wearing the same uniforms as the four men inside, all aiming identical rifles at them. After a few moments of hesitation the two dropped what they were holding and raised their hands in surrender. The entire event took only forty eight seconds to complete.

Twenty minutes later

Several dozen police cars, ambulances, and news vans littered the street outside the pub that had just been breached. Leaning against one of the police cruisers was the man who'd lead the raid, helmet clipped to his waist. "Damn good work Ellsworth, that's what, the fifth successful raid this season? Damn good work." The police chief walked up to the former spartan with a wide smile. "We've already found several IED's and fire arms stored inside the bar, they could've hurt a lot of people if you hadn't stopped them."

"I have a great team sir." Fred nodded his head at the praise.

"That's an understatement." The chief laughed. "I'll be honest with you Ellsworth. When I first proposed the idea of you training and leading this task force a year ago I had my doubts. I knew you were good at what you did, but you've completely blown all my hopes out of the water. The ATIU is doing great work, keep it up." Turning to leave the chief began making his way towards the gathering of reporter likely to give a statement.

Fred couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face at the praise, he was proud of the unit he'd built over the last year. The Anti Terror and Insurgency Unit, or ATIU had gone from a group of about fifty average police officers and after a month of grueling training Fred had managed to whittle down the candidates to twenty not including himself. "Commander sir." He heard from a few feet away bringing him out of his thoughts.

Looking to the source he nodded to his second in command. "Slate." He acknowledged.

"Sir, I've nearly finished writing up the report for tonight." The younger man who looked to be somewhere in his twenties gestured to the scroll in his hand. "Of the eight total White Fang members we managed to keep the casualties to only one of the two we fired upon. The other is in intensive care and the remaining six are being treated for minor injuries while in custody."

"Good work, keep me updated." As he said this Fred felt a vibration from his pocket, pulling out his scroll he found a message from Pyrrha.

'Dinner is in the microwave, going to bed. Love you, night.'

"Sir, we can handle this here, why not go home for the night?" Slate asked the spartan.

Fred stowed his scroll away into his pocket and looked to the younger man. "I think I'll take you up on that. Have a full report on my desk by tomorrow morning."

"Yes sir." Slate nodded before walking away.

Ellsworth house

Fred unlocked the front door a entered into the relatively small but nice household in the middle class area of town. Moving over to the living room Fred sat down on the couch and began untying his boots. He wasn't really all that tired, in fact he rarely got tired any more with how his body had conditioned itself over the years for nearly constant fighting and combat with very little rest. Ever since coming to Remnant however he didn't really have much use for his inhuman levels of stamina, add that with having had his aura unlocked several years back and he could go several days with much more than a couple hours rest and not feel any worse for ware.

Standing up he walked over to the kitchen and opened up the microwave finding a wrapped up plate of meatloaf and steamed carrots over rice. Fred couldn't help but smile, his daughter had odd tastes in food. Taking the food over to the table he sat down and began eating, a few feet away on the table sat a piece of paper, grabbing it he began reading as he ate.

The paper was a report card from Sanctum, unsurprisingly Pyrrha had straight A's all the way down. Setting down the paper Fred finished his meal and walked down the hall to Pyrrha's bedroom door and quietly opened it. Looking in he saw Pyrrha asleep in bed, her long red hair a complete mess. Entering Fred walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed causing it to creak slightly underneath his weight, thanks to his enhancements his body weight far more than the average for a person of his already large size.

Placing a hand on his daughters forehead he smiled. "Papa?" Pyrrha asked tiredly still half asleep.

"Hey pup, I'm home. Saw your report card, good work." He moved her hair out of her face. "I'm proud of you Pyrrha, I'll see you in the morning." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before standing and leaving her room closing the door on his way out.

Growing up the way he did it had been difficult to get use to physical displays of affection, but after adopting Pyrrha and doing research on how to care for an raise a child he found that it was important to bond with a child so they could learn to form bonds with others later in life. He still wasn't great with such things but he still gave the girl hugs here and there and on occasion a kiss on the head, but it was still rather rare. Pyrrha on the other hand had no qualms with expressing herself, such as when she was happy she was quite the hugger, he'd gotten use to the red head jumping on him when she got excited and hanging off his neck. He knew that if any of his brothers or sisters in the Spartan program ever saw how his daughter acted with him they'd likely laugh him out of the solar system.

Entering his bed room he began stripping off his uniform and preparing for bed.

The next day

Fred walked into his office and found a report sitting on his desk just as he asked, picking the report up he began reading through it. The white fang member that had been taken to intensive care had died of his injuries during surgery, regrettable but acceptable. When you aim a gun at someone you are in effect forgoing your right to live. They were prepared to kill him and his subordinates and in response they killed him instead, that's just how the world worked.

The remaining six terrorists were treated for their injuries and taken to prison to be questioned further and sentenced. All useful resources were seized and handed over to the city government. Out of the report only one thing really stood out to the spartan, in the basement of the bar they raided alongside the weapons and explosives they had found a cage with a puppy inside, according to some papers found near the cage the dog had an unlocked aura and they were planning on training it for combat.

It was highly illegal to unlock the aura of an animal and if an animal was found with it's aura unlocked it was to be euthanized immediately, the only exceptions were for huntsmen and huntresses who have to fill out special forms to obtain a permit to keep and train such animals.

Out of curiosity Fred stood from his desk and began making his way to the storage area of the ATIU compound where the dog was being kept until it was to be euthanized later that day. It didn't take long to find it, he just had to follow the smell of dog urine.

It was tiny, likely only a month or two. Squatting down Fred stuck his hand into the cage earning the puppy's attention. It was cute he had to admit, if he were to guess it's breed he'd say it was a German Shepard, or the Remnant equivalent, black fur on it's back with brown underneath. The puppy trotted over and licked his hand before it started gnawing on it. "Hmm, you're very young aren't you. Probably just got off the milk huh?" Fred started scratching behind it's ear. "Young is good, easier to teach." Fred stood back up and thought over his options. "She did get all A's, and it's a good way to teach responsibility. A trained dog is also useful in this line of work."

After another minute he sighed. "Well little guy, I guess I'm signing your pardon."

With Pyrrha

Pyrrha let out a long tired breath as she walked up the walk way to her home, another day of school behind her and another day of the teachers praising her skills. Ever since she won that tournament she'd noticed people had begun looking at her differently, her classmates had swarmed her at first. Her teachers would always call on her now for demonstrations, and people on the street would stop and greet her like she was a star. At first it had been exciting but now she was beginning to get tired of the attention.

Pushing open the door to her home she hung up her bag. "I'm home from school!" She called out to her father, however instead of a response she heard a small bark followed by the sound of running. Seconds later she found a puppy jumping up and down in front of her, kneeling down with hearts in her eyes she began petting the tiny thing. "Hi there, what are you doing here?" She asked in a baby like voice.

"We found him in our raid last night, he has his aura unlocked and was gonna be put down today." A familiar deep voice caught her attention. Fred leaned against the wall watching as she played with the puppy. "But after seeing your grades I decided that maybe you'd enjoy a small addition to our little family."

Pyrrha looked up excitedly. "You mean..."

"Yep, we're keeping him." In an instant Pyrrha was hanging from his neck hugging him and thanking him over and over again. "But you will be responsible for feeding and walking him. I'll be training him and when he's big enough he'll be helping out with the ATIU."

"Thank you so much papa!" She finally let go before going back to playing with the puppy. "What's his name?"

"I was gonna let you name him." Fred shrugged.

"Hmm... how about... Fenrir like the wolf from that old legend you told me about?" Pyrrha looked to her father then back at the puppy. "What do you think boy? Fenrir?" In response the puppy licked her face earning a giggle. "Fenrir it is!"

And there we go, another heart warming chapter, but how long will the happiness last I wonder? MUAHAHAHAHA. Leave me a review and tell me what you all think. Also don't forget to check out all my other shit. IS GOOOOOOD. Until next time.