Y/N: Adalard? Ist zat jou?

Asked Y/N into the radio, Adalard responded after a click and whine.

Adalard: Ja das ist mien.

Y/N: Jou have ze transport ready fur us right?

Adalard: Ja, it ist schtanding by und vaiting fur hour arrival, jou better make it quick. I schpent an arm und leg getting zis transport ready fur jou.

The Captain assured, Y/N thanked him for helping him and Ruby get off Vale.

Y/N: Danke, Schmidt.

Y/N hanged up, Ruby whom had her backpack on nodded at him, while he nodded back. The two of them held hands as they made their way to the waiting airfield, still a few miles away.

~New Nazi Germany, Vast and Alfonso's Bar~

German soldiers either sitting around tables, or standing outside enjoyed a few drinks in the Bar. Whether it be Vodka or Whisky, in the centre of all this was the Russian Soldier Vastilza and the Italian Alfonso, both former soldiers under Y/N'a command.

A tall dark haired man entered the Bar, unnoticed by most of the patrons.

???: Pass me a flask of Vodka will yah?

Vastilza: Well comrade, you come to the right place da, here we have tons of Vodka, and our business is only 15% Communist.

???: Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. Just pass the damn flask.

The Italian poured a bottle into the drinking glass and passed it over to the dark-haired man.

Vast: So where do you cone from stranger?

Qrow: You could say I flew a long distance to get here, and it was goddarn tiring.

Alfonso: Russian! Where-a are you? I beed you for the next drinking contest! I have ny bets placed on you!

Qrow: Whoa whoa whoa! You guys have drinking contests here?

Alfonso: Yeah, Vast here is-a unbeaten champion!

Qrow: Well then, your on bartender. But first get me another drink! Plus, I have something important to tell you and your friend later.

Timeskip to Later

Vast: I cannot believe that nonsense beaten me at shot contest!

Alfonso: Bellissimo! Your reaction was-a the greatest! But, Mr. Champion-a what is it you are-a trying to tell us?

Qrow looked around for a moment, before pulling up a chair and sitting down.

Qrow: Come, sit you two.

The Commie and the Eye-Tie sat down together facing Qrow. The huntsman cracks his knuckles before speaking again.

Qrow: This may be surprising to you, but your Corporal is alive.

Vast: COLONEL Y/N!? HOW!?

Qrow: I met him a few days earlier, but that's besides the point, the point is that an evil individual has swooned your government, your 'leader' into doung something that'll trigger Remnant War III. And that's something an even greater evil will use to her advantage. Now I'm here to tell you guys to look out for this punk, when you see him. You can call me, here's my number.

Qrow handed them a picture of a man wearing some sort of uniform, his moustache covered up most of his upper lip, and his eyes held a hidden malace to them.

Vast: Looks like easy bait.

Qrow: Wrong, and as long as he's alive, he'll swindle his way to make your leader start The Third Great war. Your Corporal will be here soon, I suggest taking help from him...

Qrow stood up and began walking to the exit. The two could see his buster sword/scythe held onto his back partially shrouded by his cape. He turned one last time to the pair.

Qrow: ...Your gonna need it.

Southern Beaches of Atlas

German landing craft touched down onto the beach, A crack pseudo-Gestapo unit dressed in the uniform of the common Atlesian Soldier stepped. Ready to begin Operation Pawnswap, the plan to steal any files regarding a sneak attack on Germany.

German Soldier: Ve'll need zat map, hand zat over.

The second one to exit handed the lead soldier a map of Atlas, displaying their landing site and the City of Atlas, even the Atlesian Intelligence Agency.

German Soldier: Men, load your rifles, ve're in ze lions den.