Chris stood at the head of the group, pointing at key locations on the map with a laser pointer, his expression serious yet brimming with excitement. The plan was laid out meticulously, with every detail accounted for—entry points, guard rotations, escape routes, and contingency plans. The heist was ambitious, daring, and borderline insane, but that was exactly what made it perfect.

Chris: Alright, listen up. Here's the deal: Phase One is all about the distraction. The White Fang and Atlas military will work together to draw the LSPD, LSSD, and NOOSE away from the target. Timing is everything, so we need this to be big, loud, and messy.

Sienna: *nodding* We'll handle that. Our people know how to make noise when needed.

Ironwood: My soldiers will provide heavy firepower and strategic positioning. We'll keep them busy.

Chris: Good. Phase Two, that's where we come in. Team GTA 5 and a few select others will infiltrate Avon's fortress. We've got blueprints, but expect the unexpected. This guy's not stupid—there will be surprises.

Texas: Surprises are my specialty. Let me guess, traps, guards, and probably some weird AI tech?

Chris: Bingo. And that's why we're bringing the best.

Mako: *smirking* That's us, in case anyone forgot.

Chris: Damn right. Phase Three is extraction. Once we've got the goods, we'll regroup at the rally point. The distraction team will disengage and join us there. Timing is crucial—no heroics, no stragglers.

Cookie: *leaning on the table* And if things go sideways?

Sith: *grinning* Then we improvise. It's not like we haven't done that before.

Everyone chuckled nervously, knowing full well that "improvise" usually meant chaos on a monumental scale.

Ruby: *raising a hand* What about us? What's Team RWBY's role in this?

Chris: You're our backup team. You'll stay on standby, ready to assist if things go south. But keep a low profile—we don't want Avon catching wind of extra players on the board.

Weiss: *crossing her arms* Understood. Just don't get yourselves killed.

Yang: *grinning* Yeah, that's our job.

Mina: *snickering* Don't worry, Ice Queen. We've got this.

The room buzzed with a mix of tension and excitement as the plan took shape. Maps, blueprints, and equipment lists were laid out, and assignments were given to each team member. This was it—the culmination of weeks of planning and preparation. If they pulled this off, it would be the heist of a lifetime.

Chris: Alright, people. Get some rest, double-check your gear, and be ready. Tomorrow, we make history.

The room erupted in cheers and determined nods. Each person knew their role, their responsibility, and the stakes. This wasn't just about the money or the glory—it was about proving that no obstacle was too great, no challenge too daunting.

As the teams dispersed to prepare, Chris, Mina, Sith, Green, 221Sept, Mako, Lock, Texas, and Cookie shared a moment of camaraderie. They knew this mission would test them in ways they hadn't imagined, but they were ready. After all, they were the "Special Team," and they thrived on the impossible. With a final clap on the shoulder, they went their separate ways, preparing for the biggest heist in history.

As the group disbanded, each person went about their preparations, the excitement and anticipation palpable in the air. No one could say what the future would bring, but one thing was certain: this would be a heist for the ages.

Team RWBY went back to their dorm to rest and get ready for tomorrow. Yang, Blake, Weiss, and Ruby couldn't sleep as they were either excited or anxious.

Yang: *pacing around* I can't believe this is happening. I mean, the "Special Team" needs our help. For a heist. And against Avon. The fucking Avon Hertz!

Blake: *reading a book* You don't even fully know him Yang.

Yang: Yeah, but the way how Chris, Mina, Sith, and 221Sept described him. It was scary.

Weiss: Scary is an understatement, Yang. Plus, he's a video game character that came to life in our world.

Ruby: An evil video game character! What if he tries to hurt us?

Weiss: Oh please, Ruby. You have nothing to worry about. We can take him on.

Yang: Hell yeah, we can! Besides, we're Team RWBY.

Blake: May I remind you three that their guns can fire much faster than ours and can go through our Aura like a hot knife through butter.

Ruby, Weiss, and Yang:........

Weiss: Okay, maybe you have a point there.

Yang: Still, we can't let the "Special Team" or the others have all the fun.

???: That we can agree.

The four turn to see Teams JNPR and CFVY enter in their dorm room.

Ruby: Jaune, Pyrrha, Nora, Ren, Coco, Velvet, Fox, and Yatsu. What are you doing here?

Coco: Couldn't sleep. We're all too–

???: –excited or anxious?

The students turn to see Ozpin, Glynda, Qrow, Winter, Ironwood, the Ace Ops, Adam, Sienna, Ilia, Yuma, Trifa, Corsac and Fennec.

Ozpin continues while taking a sip from his mug of double deluxe Hot cocoa. That Green made for him.

Ozpin: Hmm, this is good. *clears his throat* I can understand you all are feeling at the moment.

Nora: You did a major heist?

Ozpin: No. What I meant is that we know what you're going through right now. We felt the same thing when we were your age.

Glynda: Back then, we were inexperienced students as well. But, we pulled it off.

Qrow: And trust me, kiddos. This isn't easy.

Winter: We were scared too, and yet, we kept going. Because we knew that we had to.

Sienna: Despite not me or Adam, Ilia, Yuma, Trifa, Corsac and Fennec going to any of the academies. There were situations like this in the White Fang.

Ilia: We had our fair share of challenges.

Adam: And not just in the White Fang. In the past, we fought against other gangs and criminal organizations.

Trifa: Even had the police after us.

Corsac: Sometimes, they were corrupt cops.

Fennec: Even had the government, ex-Huntsmen, and the intelligence community after us.

Yuma: And let's not forget the mobs and the cartels.

Winter: We had a tough time, but we managed to make it through.

Sienna: You are not alone.

Adam: You're all going to be okay.

Ozpin: Just remember, teamwork and coordination are key.

Chris:*on the other side of the wall* SHUT THE FUCK UP!! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!!

Sienna:*yelling* YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP WE'RE HAVING A MOMENT!! I would tell you to kiss my ass, but you probably couldn't find it you greasy motherfucker!

The room fell into stunned silence as everyone stared at Sienna, who simply shrugged.

Ozpin: I'm going to ignore what you said, and say this: You are not alone. Trust your instincts, work together, and stay calm.

Chris: *with a belt* Come here bitch!

Sienna:*gets pulled away* NYA!

Glynda: I think I felt and seen this before as a child...

Harriet: What do you–?

She didn't finish as everyone heard the shouts and cries of Sienna getting a certified black ass whooping by Chris with a leather belt.

The entire room sat in stunned silence, the muffled sounds of Sienna's outraged protests and Chris's stern reprimands echoing through the walls. Nobody moved, unsure of how to react. Some looked horrified, others confused, and a few—like Yang—stifled laughter.

Nora: *wide-eyed* Is... is this normal for them?

Qrow: *sipping from his flask* For Team GTA 5? Probably. For everyone else? Not so much.

Ruby: *whispering to Weiss* Do you think she's okay?

Weiss: *visibly torn between concern and bewilderment* I'm not sure if I should intervene or let natural consequences take their course.

Adam: *leaning against the wall, arms crossed* I'd step in, but I feel like she brought this on herself.

Ilia: *nodding sagely* Yeah, I wouldn't mess with Chris. He's... uh... different.

The noises finally subsided, and a disheveled Sienna stumbled back into the room, clutching her dignity while glaring daggers at the wall. She muttered something about "laws of vengeance" under her breath, which earned a snicker from Yuma.

Ozpin: *clearing his throat, attempting to regain composure* Now that that... colorful interruption is over, let's focus back on the matter at hand. Everyone, get some rest. We'll need all the energy we can muster for tomorrow.

Chris: *shouting through the wall* Damn right you will! Now SHUT UP!

The group collectively sighed, with Glynda pinching the bridge of her nose.

Glynda: *muttering* I really need to find where Oz keeps the good whiskey.