Escape From Remnant: A Tarkov X RWBY Crossover

Chapter 60.3: When Home Isn't So Sweet

Floridaman stuck on his vest and helmet in as quickly as possible seeing the girls come out of hiding to survey the absolute cluster fuck that had just happened. Three people are out of action with injuries of varying scale and about just over two dozen dead mercenaries from the Black Division are in their home. It was clear that they had to leave this place considering it had been compromised and Terragroup would send down another one of their Black Division squads they had on tabs to kill them all should they stay.

Rifle in hand Floridaman walked up to the dead mercenary stuck in the door breach and tried to shove him over through it. The position the man was in was blocking a great portion of the space needed to move through the hole so it was paramount to move the man unless he wanted to move through without contorting his body.

"Come on...fucking move you fat fuck..." He tried harder again, kicking the dead body but it was firm and heavy.

"Fucking asshole in death too..."

Floridaman gives up and tries a more direct yet straining approach. Putting his M16A4 on the floor to free up both his hands, he placed his hands on his vest and began to pull him out of the hole. With all the equipment loaded onto the dead body it was a nightmare to move, the man had to weigh at least a hundred kilos. With an ear-shattering groan and working every muscle in both his arms the man slid free out of the breach hole.

"Is he alright...?" Weiss asked looking at Floridaman as she injected Texas with a propital stimulant in the stomach.

"I think so..." Texas answered

"Finally!" Floridaman proclaimed picking up his assault rifle again and moving through the hole. Turning on a flashlight mounted on the end of his handguard he scanned the stairwell followed by the exterior room which he stopped at the start of. Everything looked to be shuffled and disturbed as expected from a large number of men filing through the area would do. With all the disturbance it was easy for someone to hide in the mess of destroyed furniture and junk.

To look for people potentially hiding behind the debris, Floridaman paid attention to the shadows. Generally, he was looking for movement, it was rare for someone to have the capability and capacity to stay completely still for an extended period of time.

Noticing some slight shadows shifting behind an overturned derelict table, Floridaman approached the furniture slowly. A loud sneeze from behind gave it all away confirming his suspicion.

"Arms outstretched or you fucking get it!!!" He barked at the person hiding.

A set of two arms stretched out into the air revealed itself in short order after the command. They didn't look like the black clothes those Black Division mercenaries wore but rather what looked to be a white striped brown tracksuit.

"Up! Up with your feet you cunt!"

"P-p-please...mercy...!" The person begged.

"Shut the fuck up."

The person that the arms belonged to revealed themselves as he stepped up to his feet arms still outstretched. It was a scav, but Floridaman recognised him. This scav, was one that they hired to go out and loot for them one time and it seems they have come to regret their decision. Stomping towards the scav Floridaman grabbed him tightly by the back of his tracksuit collar and started marching him towards the hideout. Upon reaching the stairwell he threw him down the first half, the scav stumbled down unable to stop himself as he tumbled down the concrete steps.

Stepping down he grabbed the man again and shoved him down the next flight of steps beyond the turn. By the time he was in front of the steel door leading to the hideout, he had multiple gashes and bruises visible on his face.

"Look who I found!~" Announced Floridaman to everyone as he stepped into the hideout dragging the man and tossing him through the breached steel door face first flat on the cold concrete ground. Everyone approached him surrounding the scav, Texas had his shirt off and was bandaged in his stomach, Akula had his arm in a splint and all wrapped up while Moron was still wearing that Altyn holding his head yet he was on his feet.

The girls looked on from behind the men preparing themselves to possibly witness a man be tortured right in front of their eyes. Frankly, if this were Remnant still Ruby and Weiss would be attempting to stop any more harm but they had seen enough of this world and wanted to return home.

Earth was too fucked up and they even had thoughts that the Grimm was actually a force of good considering it made all the humans and faunus ultimately have a big bad enemy to unite against and not end up like Earth with humans killing each other all the time. Neo was already used to it though, she didn't care and was debating on whether to join in the beat down or not.

"Well well well, looks like we got ratted out. Boris was right not to trust these scavs." Texas taunted as Floridaman got down on his knees and forced the man's head for face forward at the others with his own hand, the other arm was holding his rifle pointing it like a pistol which was a little awkward due to its length at the scav's head. He pressed the barrel right against the side of his head making sure that if he fired the man would die for sure. It was already a courtesy that he and the others weren't going to straight up torture the man today death considering his actions nearly got them all killed by corpos.

They still were on a ticking time bomb with more Black Division hit squads surely arriving the moment command realizes that everyone they sent on this mission wasn't responding and very much dead.

"We already know what happened why don't we just kill him now and get ready to leave?" Akula suggests that in response the scav goes into full panic mode to save his own life.

"Wait wait wait please let me go!!! I promise I'll never rat you out again!!!"

"Shut up! No one asked!!! Anyways, I think Akula is right. We need to leave this place as quickly as possible." Moron said next.

"I think I've got a plan...just trust me on this alright?" Floridaman says to the others before turning to the scav.

"So mister scav. Tell us, what did Terragroup mention about...this?" he forces the scav to look at all the dead bodies and pure carnage strewn about on the floor.

"All they said was tell us where this place was and I'd get out of tarkov!!!"

"Is that it...?"

"That's it! That's all I was tasked with!!! Please let me go!!!" The man was in such fear at this point that he was crying and a wet puddle had begun to form at the groin area of his pants which stank really badly of chlorine.

"Fucking hell! Get out, you bastard!!!" Floridaman drops the man fanning his nose area to get rid of the putrid smell. Seeing he was free now, the scav quickly got up and bolted for the exit but when he took his first step onto the stairwell to ascend it Floridaman gunned him down from the back firing a full burst sending him down onto the floor.

"Well, that's sorted. We should begin packing up and head for those fucking suburbs now." Texas announced looking to everyone who gave him various forms of acknowledgement. Everything was over now, they had won the battle for their survival but they still had the war to win. They still had to get to that laboratory and get the girls back to remnant fighting through whoever and whatever opposing them now more than ever.

They also had to decide once and for all who would stay and who would go back to remnant...which was a hard issue to decide on for sure but it seems Floridaman had made up his mind probablyfor family reasons. One might say probably the hardest decision in their miserable existence.