Whilst sleeping in the forest near the village Ruby was Y/N was awoken by a splash of liquid on his face tasting a lt like alcohol, he looked around, seemingly surprised. He the locked eyes with a towering figure close to his bed...

Holding a stolen shot glass from a bar.

Qrow: Hey kid.

The figure spoke in a deep voice, Y/N leapt out from his sleeping bag and backed off a bit.

Y/N: W-who are jou?

Qrow: Relax, I ain't here to fight. My name's Qrow Branwen I'm Ruby's uncle, she's told me about you. And I have a small favour to ask you Y/N L/N.

Y/N let out a breath of relief from this.

Y/N: Ja... Vat ist it jou ask Mr. Qrow?

Qrow: Well I am currently tracking a band of people... Villains I mean, REALLY bad peoples. Seeking to end Remnant once and for all, and put many lives in danger.

Y/N: Uh huh...

Qrow: I can't handle all this on my own, I need to gather some intel about one hiding within your ranks, can you protect my niece for the time being, until I can get this all sorted out.

Y/N: Sure sure, I can zoo zat. I-I can also help jou if jou vant.

Qrow: Thanks alot kid, I owe you one.

Y/N: Vait, kid? I'm neinteen and a half!

Qrow: *drinks from shot* Same principal.

Qrow staggered off, Y/N noticed the slightly drunken motion in his step. But dismissed it, going back to sleep to meet up with Ruby the very next day.

Timeskip

Führer Goering withdrew another breath from his Cigar, his office in the Reichsministry emitting no sound except for the ticking of the clock, and his watch. Reading a small document titled 'Pfandwechsel', his eyes reached the bottom of the classified piece of paper which had a signature mark on it, he sighed and signed it with a pen, handing it to a nearby Waffen guard.

Goering: If he suggests I do it zen I vill do it.

Waffen Soldier: Heil Mien Führer.

Goering raised his hand in a lazy aspect and the Waffen guard left his office to go give it to the German High Command. To Sturmbannführer Koch Ross. Goering then turned to another man, whom wore a fancy-looking coat and had a big moustache and was drinking a glass of wine.

Dr. Watts: I assure you, this will be successful, well since I suggested it to you in the first place...

Goering: Danke, fur helping me manage as Führer.

German High Command

Koch: Did ze Führer accept ze man's plan?

Waffen Soldier: Ja, Herr Sturmbannführer

Then a second soldier who was Wehrmacht this time, stepped up beside the waiting SS soldier. Saluting Koch in the traditional way.

Wehrmacht Soldier: Sir, ze Atlesians are investigating a missing Dust report. Zey expect us zoo be ze thieves.

Koch: It doesn't matter, nien. Operation Pfandweschel vill ensure Germany's survival. Tell Unit 67 to load up on ze landing craft began their embarkment.

SS Soldier: Ja sir.

As the soldier walked off to notify Unit 67, Ross turned to the Wehrmacht soldier,

Koch: As for jou, notify ze Atlesians zat ve zoo not have any troops in ze area. Und zat ze Reich did not cause ze incident. Und pull out any brigades in a 14 mile radius.

Nodding, the second soldier also walked off. Koch nevertheless sat down as numerous workers in High Command ran about with orders for either more brigades or defensive measures to be made. Taking a smoke before putting it out. He flattened his officer's uniform before standing up to continue planning Operation Pawn Switch.

Meanwhile...

An Opel Blitz truck ferried a few Wehrmacht soldiers past Beacon Citadel, wherever Lieutenant Adalard Schmidt worked, he mainly managed the troop rotations in the tower.

Adalard then receives a radio crackle from a nearby device. He went over to it and picked up the headset, clearing his throat.

Adalard: Hello? Anyvon zere? Zis ist Lieutenant Schmidt of the Waffen SS.

The response was garbled and staticky, but Adalard picked up a few words.

Y/N: Do you recognize my voice?...

He gasped in disbelief, almost falling onto the floor in amazement.

Adalard: H-herr Y/N?! I-I how did jou?

Y/N: I have nien time zoo talk, listen. Jou have zoo find any documented operations back in New Deutschland, relating to Atlas. Any strange von must be destroyed.

Adalard: I-I cannot Herr L/N, I have a job... Managing ze Flaktower, you know und all zat-

Y/N: GODDAMNIT!!

Adalard heard a smashing noise, then static. He shrugged his shoulders and returned to his business.