"They're getting bolder." Glynda murmured. It was the first voice heard in Ozpin's office for a good two minutes. In a meeting of what Qrow jokingly called "The council". That was a bad sign.

Though he wasn't here, Glynda could still hear his "No shit, Goodwitch.". She scowled at just the thought, and elaborated.

"We can't keep waiting and watching, Ozpin." She watched his face closely. She knew it wasn't what he wanted to hear her say. She was supposed to back him up in front of James– the Iron fool was looking quite smug at that moment– but what was she to do? It was, as far as she could see, the cold truth. Waiting and watching had gotten them a hole in Vale's streets, and a small flood of Grimm. Were it not for teams RWBY, JNPR, and CFVY who knows what could've happened?

Still, Ozpin hadn't said anything. A short nod when she said her short piece, and back to thinking. She didn't like it. When he did that, he was usually justifying some… unsavory course of action to himself, and preparing to justify it to the rest of them. She knew that these things were necessary, but that didn't mean she liked it. She suppressed a shiver. She remembered the last time he had decided that something… unsavory… had to happen. She still didn't really know what had happened to Professor Peach.

"I," The Iron lugnut began, voice already preening and boastful in Glynda's unfriendly ears,
"Believe that's self-evident. We need to make a move. Our enemies are gathering. I know that when I took those… precautions, you were upset, Ozpin, but I still wholeheartedly believe more should be done! I'm so glad to find you have come to you- er," He blushed, coughed a little. Glynda scowled at him. Idiot.

"...come to the same conclusion." He finished, a bit meek. Glynda smirked at that. Always nice to see the air taken out of his sails, especially when he was the one doing it.

Ozpin stirred. She could hear him stir in his chair, wood creaking a little. Ozpin did like his antiques.

"Yes, James. Glynda. You're right." He began carefully, in that old man's cadence that hinted that he knew better. Glynda had always hated that about him, till he proved it was true.

"We need to do something." He smiled,

"Glynda, I know you've heard the tales, but James, have you ever heard of the old team bonds between Huntsman? "

Glynda groaned internally, even as stupid James shook his stupid, empty head.

"I don't believe so, what are they?" Ironwood replied, clearly interested.

Ozpin smirked. Glynda didn't suppress a groan that time, and Ironwood finally learned exactly why the rest of the council trusted him so much.

"An old Vale strategy."

Hey Everyone! Just a quick author's note setting the stage. Everyone in this story is aged up 3 years (So as to avoid legal gremlins) and we start out between Volumes 2 and 3. I want to keep this short, but I also just want to say Thanks for giving this thing a chance. :)