Once Y/N's team arrived back in Rogue Wave's main headquarters, an abandoned Dust Refinery. Passing through armed guards and various other Mercenary teams. They all went to their respective bunks for the night.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) sat on his bed. Alright sleep-ridden, continued counting the earned fees.

(Y/N): "1000, 1100, 1200, 1300..."

He shifted through bill after bill. Entranced by the seemingly insignificant pieces of paper, marked with a number and an old person.

He even smuggled a few of the wads into a marked box under his bunk. Placing the lastv few lien into the crate.

Flannery: "What business you have hoarding away cash eh (L/N)?"

The dark brown-haired boy asked, with that especially annoying accent (Y/N) so despised. He reached for the side of his neck, tweaking around with his artificial voice changer. Until he cleared his throat and answered back in the exact similar voice that Flannery questioned him with.

(Y/N): "What business you have hoarding away cash eh (L/N)?"

The other boy scoffed.

Flannery: "That was funny the first thousand times you did that."

(Y/N): "Fuck off wanker and hit the sheets."

He responded, still utilizing Coal's own voice to mock him. Flannery shrugged and lay back down. (Y/N) closed the crate and shoved his box back underneath his bunk. Before throwing the covers over himself, drifting off to sleep after a few passed minutes.

- Timeskip -

???: "Hey, (L/N) Jr. wake up. Your dad's got a heavy paying job for us."

Dreadshot shook (Y/N) about as he continued sleeping. The young mercenary mumbled incoherence as she continued shaking him.

Dreadshot: "Wake up!"

(Y/N): "Kiss me Amelia..."

He muttered. His vocal changer still unchanged from last night.

Dreadshot took out her backup pistol. Holding it up to the ceiling. She fired it twice. This woke the boy up instantly. He yelled, surprised at the sudden burst. As Dreadshot giggled a bit, holding it in with her palm.

(Y/N): "Oumdammit! Please don't do that!"

He shouted. Dreadshot holstered her firearm as he slipped out of bed. Grabbing his dual pistols. He followed Dreadshot through the abandoned refinery, past all the other Mercs, all the way to his father's office. The rest of the team was already there, his father behind his desk. His office was significantly fancier and more modernized than the entirety of the old structure where Rogue Wave resided. Oliver and Flannery were both leaning on a wall, inspecting their weapons as (F/N) was currently on the phone with a customer.

(F/N): "Yes Mr. Taurus. My Mercenaries are on their way to you as we speak... Yes, they're all Faunus... I want my 65,500 by the end of the day, mark my words."

He placed down the old rotary phone, settling both of his hands on the table.

(F/N): "Faunus cheapskates... Good day (Y/N), I trust last night's job went smoothly?"

(Y/N) adjusted his modifier back to his default voice before speaking forward.

(Y/N): "As smooth as they go dad. So, who's our next lucky customer. Besides that ring-nosed Faunus terrorist."

(F/N) presses a small button on his desk, a door to the left opened. And in stepped General James Ironwood. Clad in his formal military uniform and flanked by two guards, one being Lieutenant Winter Schnee.

Oliver smirked a little, saluting the General. Having been an Ex-Demolitions Expert during his conscription into the Atlesian Army. Discharged dishonourably. Eventually employed by Rogue Wave.

Irownood: "Private Scar. Fancy seeing you in here."

Oliver: "General... Lieutenant~."

The former soldier eyed up the female superior.

Winter: "Don't you dare look at me like that mercenary."

She threatened. (Y/N) gave a small chuckle.

(Y/N): "So, General. What's this deal you've offered us?"

Ironwood: "I'm hiring your entire Mercenary force. 2 billion Lien."

This rendered (Y/N) speechless, his eyes almost watered over. 2 billion. Never before had Rogue Wave had such an ample opportunity in just a single job.

Flannery: What's the occasion? General."

The mercenary removed his Gatsby hat. He too, shocked at the funding Ironwood would give in order to hire (F/N)'s entire mercenary force.

Ironwood: "This year's Vytal Festival is in a few days from now, Atlas' forces are stretched thin across the entirety of Remnant. Quite badly in some places. Thus came looking to you (F/N), to supply us with some huntsmen in order to provide protection for the civilians of Vale."

(Y/N): "Two billion..."

The boy whispered.

Ironwood: "I trust you bunch will take this seriously."

Having snapped out of his green-eyed trance. (Y/N) smirked at the General.

(Y/N): "Didn't anyone tell you General? For two billion. A couple days of standing around doing nothing? That's what us Mercenaries are good for."

He confidently stated.

Ironwood: "I trust we have a deal?"

(F/N): "You don't have to ask me twice James."

He said, standing up to shake hands with him. Winter looked over to the team of mercs. All of them looking excited for the job to come, especially (Y/N). She rolled her eyes a bit as General Ironwood ushered her and the other soldier out of the room.

Ironwood: "The deed is done."

As the Atlesians left, (F/N) turned to the group of four still in the room.

(F/N): "Alright, pack your best weapons. We're all shipping out to Vale in 1200 hours."

(Y/N): "Yes daaad."

He jokingly obliged. His father chuckled as the four left as well to get ready for shipping out.

(F/N): "Oh and fellas?"

He asked, (Y/N)'s team took the moment to turn towards the older man who returned to his desk.

(F/N): "Wear some berets, it'll help you look professional for those pretty-boy Hunters."

- 2 Days Later - Beacon Academy -

Cardin: "Here Professor Ozpin! Look!"

The tall bully brought over the headmaster to the largest screen in the cafeteria. Where dozens of students had paused their lunch to again stare at the most recent news report in disbelief.

Lisa Lavender: "It has been recently confirmed by Atlesian officials that General Ironwood has indeed bought off the entire Mercenary force of Rogue Wave in order to bolster security during this year's Vytal Festival-"

Ozpin: "Well then."

Teams, RWBY, JNPR, CRDL, CFVY watched as a total of 120 mercenaries departed to Vale in company owned airships.

Weiss: "Unbelievable. Having to buy off Mercenaries?"

Weiss asked herself, yet a large portion of the crowd still heard her and many murmurs occurred.

Ozpin: "Students, calm yourselves. Please remember that some of these men and women are former huntsmen just like you."

Jaune: "But... they don't fight for the protection of people. Professor. They kill for money."

Cardin: "I can agree on that one Jauney-boy."

Jaune: "Don't call me that!"

Pyrrha: "Yeah! Don't call him that."

The two of them responded. Nonetheless, people still debated among themselves the ethics of having to hire people who don't care about the right thing.

Yang: "I don't trust Mercs one bit. What do you say Carmen?"

Yang asked. The brown haired girl only shook her head sadly.

Blake: "What can we do? They're here for the entirety of the Vytal festival. We'll just have to deal with it."

Yang: "We've practiced for Vytal long enough. I wanna beat up some Merc scum!"

Yang spoke excitedly, smacking her fists together.

Carmen: "Whoa, calm down Yang. Remember, they're only here for security."

Weiss: "As much as I would like to assist you Yang in doing so. They're paid by Atlas therefore they're under Atlas jurisdiction. Plus this wouldn't be good for Beacon's image."

Carmen: "Let's just go out for a drink later with my team. That should be good enough for today... okay?"

Carmen argued. Yang sighed.

Yang: "Fine..."