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"Hello Boys."

Maine began running towards Ryan, his thumping footsteps becoming louder and faster. Ryan readied his weapon, grabbing his crown from his head, and splitting it into its five-ring state, while Maine reached over his shoulder and armed himself with is Knifle. Washington, realising the nature of the situation and the identity of the new assailant, drew his rifle from his back and dropped to his knee in a tactical firing position. Ryan began running, straight towards Maine. The distance between them closing fast, when one last thought ran through Ryan's mind.

"Let's Play."

And now, for the shocking conclusion:

Maine charged towards Ryan, a growling sound emanating from his helmet. Washington dropped to one knee and fired his rifle in controlled, precise bursts, Ryan shrugging off the bullets like flies, his aura denying shots that made impact the ability to draw blood.

Maine's armoured figure glowed a deep, burning red, as he raised his fist to meet Ryan's skull.

Ryan's roar of rage bellowed above the sound of his own thunderous charge.

He chose to go for a higher approach, darting left to spring himself off the edge of a table, launching himself high into the air.

Yang raised her eyes from the musty pages, staring around the confused faces of RWBY and JNPR, devilish smirk plastered across her face.

"Some say," Yang snickered,

"That he's still in the air."

The gasps and groans from her friends filled the library, a chorus of "Boos" and "God Dammit Yang's" further emphasising their disgust.

"Was that really necessary, Yang?" Weiss sighed discontentedly, death-staring the much too happy, Ha-ha-I-just-ruined-the-suspense expression covering Yang's face.

"Everything is necessary if it's punny Weiss!" Yang smirked contentedly, chuckling at the expression of disgust Weiss carried as she slid herself back into her cushioned armchair.

Clearing her throat, and instructing Ren to silence the ball of laughter that was Nora, she continued reading.

Ryan dived, bringing his fist down to meet Maine's massively powerful uppercut.

The instant the two berserkers made contact was nothing short of spectacular.

The moment of stationary struggle as the two colossal powers met was immediately followed by a nova-like explosion of burning red energy and purple plasma fire; sending them both flying and crashing behind the main bar stand.

The fighting resumed shortly after, the only indication of this being the sounds of the pair beating each other senseless, neither party actually visible to any of the stunned bystanders.

Washington slowly got to his feet and scratched his helmeted head, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder. He started making his way towards the bar, and peering over, began violently cringing in time with every crunch and thwack that echoed from behind it. He began to back away, when the sound of a beer violently frothing behind him caught his attention.

Turning to face the sound of the noise, he was greeted by the bewildered faces of the remaining members of Team LADS and GENTs, and Gavin, who in the process of placing down his beer, had somehow caused it to foam uncontrollably, and was now staring disappointedly down at his now beer-drenched lap.

"You there, Civilians," Washington addressed the stunned group, immediately beginning to strafe his way around them, making his way towards the catwalk, "Why are you all still here?"

"How about you start by explaining what the fuck is going on!" Geoff responded bluntly, gesturing around him with his hands, "Also, who the fuck are you guys?"

Washington appeared to be taken aback by this sudden outburst from a seemingly generic bystander.

"I'm not here to play games with you children," Washington forced back, reaching the runway and climbing onto the end of it, slowly reaching for his holstered sidearm, "And I'm not here to entertain your questions. We're here on our own terms, so it's none of your business."

Geoff snorted loudly as Washington spoke.

"Well seeing as your fucking mountain of a team-mate is beating our friend to death, I'd beg to differ Mr fuckin' high and mighty."

Washington wasn't in the mood to mess around when there was a job he had to do. Sighing, he drew his handgun and thumbed the hammer back.

"Unless you want to deal with us," He growled, "I suggest you do as I say, and leave, now!"

"You want to fight us all by yourself?" Geoff scoffed, "Yeah, good luck with that, asshole."

"You forgot one thing," Washington smirked under his helmet, stepping back as he did so, "We're the Freelancers."

"We always operate as a team."

With that, an explosion from above delivered to the catwalk a hail of shattered glass from the area in which a skylight used to be.

Falling to the catwalk, however, was more than just glass.

Washington's reinforcements had arrived, and what they were wearing, wasn't something you'd expect to see on a runway.

They weren't here for a fashion parade.

Two figures landed directly in front of Washington, perfectly composed and in their respective combat stances.

Carolina and Texas had decided to drop in.

Literally.

They stood amongst the millions of pieces of shattered glass, weapons drawn and aimed directly at the group.

"Washington!" Carolina's aggravated voice hissed, breaching the tension, "Status report, now!"

"Maine is engaging Target Mike-Kilo in the bar area," Washington declared, holstering his sidearm and reaching for his rifle. "He'll be fine for now, but we have a group of un-cooperative civilians who refuse to leave the premises."

"Too bad the paperwork for killing civilians is a bitch," Texas sighed, focussing her attention on the group of six seated nearby, oblivious to the groggy and obviously completely out of it Michael, who was slowly, and rather shakily, climbing his way through the gaping hole in the side of the bar and towards his friends

"Quiet Texas," Carolina interrupted sharply, cutting her off before she could continue that train of thought, "Washington, are you sure it was, him?"

"Positive," Wash replied, his voice deadly serious for a moment. "It was definitely him."

"Right then," Carolina nodded, assessing the situation, "Seeing as Maine is fine, our first priority is to deal with this bunch, and then we can deal with the dispute between Tango and Wash."

"Tango and Cash?" Ray asked jokingly, not anticipating the death-glares from his friends that followed.

"Excuse me, Civilian?" Carolina shot back, her stare burning a hole in Ray's chest.

"Aww fuck..." Ray sighed, as he slammed his head onto the table, "fuck you guys, I'm goin' to sleep."

"That's bullshit!" Washington exclaimed childishly, pointing to the bar, "Why the fuck does he get to be Sylvester Stallone! Man,fuck being Kurt Russell."

"Shut up, Wash!" Texas snarled angrily as she took a step forward, cocking her wrist-mounted machineguns and pointing it at the heads of the still-seated Team LADS and GENTs.

"You have until the count of ten to get out," She roared aggressively. "Or you all get to see how Team Freelancer deal with uncooperative little annoyances that get in their way."

"10, 9, 8…"

"Those guns are so cool!" Lindsay whispered excitedly as she stared up at Tex's weaponry, bouncing in her chair as her team mates stared at her blankly.

"7, 6, 5…"

"Those guns," Ray whispered back, raising his head to speak, "Are gonna be blowin' off your fuckin' face if you don't shut up!"

"4…"

Michael's ears perked up at Ray's statement, making him turn and face his friends.

"3…"

"You're going to fucking what on my Lindsay's face Ray?" Michael spat loudly and groggily, pointing a finger accusingly at Ray, "You little piece of shit."

"2…"

And then Michael got mad.

"FUCK YOU YOU DIRTY PIECE OF ASS, YOU AIN'T BLOWIN' NOTHIN' ON MY LINDSAY'S FACE!"

Tex stopped counting and immediately aimed her weapons at Michael, who was holding a table with one hand, and his head with the other, his outburst obviously making him even dizzier.

"Civilian!" Tex roared, "I'm giving you one last chance, because I don't want to deal with the paperwork, but I swear to god, I'm going to blow all your damn heads off in a second if you don't get the fuck out."

"Hey! Fuck you!" Geoff gurgled loudly and angrily, "We don't take orders from anyone, especially you, bitch! I don't give a shit if you have all that fancy weaponry and armour, we'll still kick your ass!"

Washington drew his rifle and aimed about the seated crowd.

"You've got some nerve kid." Carolina replied with her usual cold efficiency, drawing her magnum and aiming it at the group, "Shut your mouth and get out of here."

Michael didn't seem to appreciate people pointing guns at Lindsay.

"Don't you fucking dare point a gun at my Lindsay's face you armoured piece of shit!" He roared, his face turning red and his body heaving heavily as he moved towards them, "You think wearing all that armour and shit makes you fucking tough?! I'll fucking kill you all!"

Apparently Riot Punch hadn't done him any favours.

"Ok guys, everyone caallllm dowwwn," Jack spoke softly and peacefully, standing up from the table as he tried to defuse the situation, "There's no need for guns, we don't need violence, this is all a huge misunderstanding. So how about we all just calm dow-"

"Shut up!" Carolina snapped, cutting him off violently, "I didn't ask for your opinion civilian. I've given all of you an order, I suggest you follow it. Otherwise,"

The three members of Team LNCR stood in a perfect group stance, weapons drawn, cocked and primed.

"You're all about to become a statistic under collateral damage."

"Co-lat-er-al," Ray enunciated to himself, rolling the word off his tongue, somehow bored by the life threatening situation.

"I'm sorry, what?" Washington chuckled in disbelief, "Do we have a problem here, Brown man?"

Ray's eyes shot up from the smiley face he was making in the condensation in his glass and glared at Wash.

"You makin' fun of my Puerto Rican heritage?" Ray demanded, slamming his hand down on the table, "I'm the master of SWAG motherfucker, you ain't got shit on this 'erb-smoking individual!"

Texas looked over to her teammates, weapons still outstretched. "You know what Carolina? I think I feel like doing a bit of paperwork tonight."

And then she opened fire.

A look of shock spread across the faces of Team LADS and GENTs as a hail of bullets rained down on them, their aura's protecting them from the initial impacts.

"Fucking leg it!" Gavin screamed, jumping from the table and darting away, the rest of the team LADS and GENTs following close behind.

"Well aren't we just right-royally fucked," Geoff chuckled, sounding surprisingly cheerful as bullets whizzed by his face.

"Our weapons are in the coat storage office," Caiti shouted to the group, pointing to a hallway next to the bar, "We need to get to them if we want to stand any chance of not being completely obliterated."

"Then what should we do?" Lindsay yelled back, her eyes darting around frantically.

"I say we utilise battle plan sixty-four," Caiti replied, her body tensing as a bullet skimmed off her shoulder, "you know, the Konami?"

"You mean the one with all the jumping and ducking and moving from left to right?" Jack asked loudly, Caiti giving a nod in reply.

"Oh, that battle plan," Ray nodded, rolling his eyes, "I think you mean battle plan sixty-four, the 'Run-like-a-little-bitch.'"

Caiti opened her mouth to retort Ray's comment, but Gavin screaming "Run Bitches!" cut her off.

Jumping, dodging, ducking and weaving their way towards a nearby hallway, Team LADS and GENTs made their way out of sight and range of Team Freelancer. Lindsay grabbed Michael by the arm as she sprinted past, jerking him into a stumbling sprint, barely able to keep up with her pace as she dragged him along by the sleeve.

"Dragging Michael off to a closet in the darkest part of a bar" Lindsay thought to herself, "It's just like his last birthday."

"Holy fuck!" Ray screamed, barely making it to the hallway, "It's like the last time I tried visiting my parents. Man, fuck the border."

Ray made his way to the cloak room, and as he reached the counter, he was faced with a new challenge.

A bitchy teenage girl.

She sat behind the counter, feet on the desk, with music blasting in her ears so loudly it could vibrate Gavin's nose hairs. She lazily chewed a piece of gum and browsed Tumblr on her scroll, obviously too absorbed in her own world to realise what was going on.

Looking up for a second, she completely disregarded the sweaty Puerto Rican leaning on the counter and breathing heavily and went back to staring at her scroll.

"What do you want?" She asked, rolling her eyes and sighing.

"Get out of my fucking way." Ray, growled, jumping the counter and flipping her legs off the table, sending her tumbling backwards onto the floor, not in the mood for discrimination that wasn't self-deprecating.

"Have a nice Tumble, Tumblr Bitch? No? Too bad. How about you take a selfie while you're down there, asshole."

Ray had already broken open all of the lockers and dumped the groups vast array of gauntlets, swords, bows, maces and rifles in a pile on the ground by the time the rest of Team LADS and GENTs had arrived. Sheathing his machetes in his belt loops and stuffing his face with a chocolate bar, he gestured towards the unconscious teenager on the floor and spoke.

"She's not dead, wasn't my fault. I didn't find this Twix in one of the lockers, you can't have any. Yes, I opened all the lockers in three seconds because I'm Puerto Rican. Anything else?" Ray seemed more than a little agitated, so Team LADS and GENTs simply shook their heads silently, eyes wide with a mix of fear, confusion, and above all.

Anticipation.

"So," Jack said in a hushed yet assertive voice as the group gathered around a floor-plan of the club that had been laminated and stapled to the wall. , "This is what we're going to do."

Authors Note:

Welp! Son of a Gambol Shroud…

I know, I know, it's been quite a long while since I've seen all of you lovely, lovely individuals, and truth be told, it hurts me that that is the case.

Anyway! It's here!

Sort of...

I know that there was supposed to be a mega-awesome-super-badass-fight-fight-fight-kiss-kiss-kiss-scene this chapter, but writing has been delayed quite a lot, and I didn't want to hold this from you awesome people any longer. As for the fight scene, however, as many of my long-time reader may know, I cannot write fight scenes for Jack! (Pattillo.)

So guess what! As a treat for all of you, and to maintain the quality of this story…

I've managed to snag myself a co-writer!

For those that have read Chapter 14, you might remember Sabre Allicia, the amazing dude who helped edit it all. Well guess what, I was so happy with his work, I've decided to bring him on! Because he can actually write fight scenes...

*Sabre: And to avoid issues such as 2 months of nothing.*

Anyway, I-

*Sabre: Mate, *we*. It takes two to Tango, and this was close to a Waltz.*

-Love all you guys and girls, and we really appreciate all of the feedback! So if you have any questions or comments, or just want to say "Hi!" Feel free to Follow, Favourite, and leave a Review!

And now, Sabre Allicia has a lovely message for you all! Enjoy!

Hey, I'm Sabre Allicia/Elucidator/any other name I use on the internet that I can't remember right now.

It's nice to meet all of you. ^_^

Those of you who are observant (Or simply read the credits) will recognize me as the one who created all the specifications for the characters of Texas, Carolina, Washington and Maine for Team LNCR.

Basically, I created the whole team because Journey asked me nicely. All of LNCR's dialogue was written by me. ^_^

I've been advising Journey on aspects of them ever since. From Dialogue, to reactions to situations, I basically come up with any jazz related to LNCR.

As I'm sure you can tell, Journey's been busy. And with LNCR playing a large role in the chapter, he asked me to help co-write this segment. A position I was honoured to accept.

Now, am I the most qualified person for this, or indeed, for anything related to this series? Hahaha, hell no. Considering my own story is nowhere as successful.

Does that mean I'm not going to try my best? I'd rather die than do a sloppy job on something.

So yea, you all know who to blame if things go pear-shaped.

It's an absolute pleasure to work alongside my friend on his story; I hope you enjoy the stuff I help write as much as I enjoyed writing them.

I'll be coming back again to write the fight scene. (It's definitely happening this time, I promise. XD)

Now, will I return to co-write more after this? Probably not, I'm not as well versed in Achievement Hunter's content,

*LastJourneyHome: And I don't know Jack (Pattillo) about Red vs. Blue (Sabre: Ehh, I try...)*

and I'd probably just get lost and hinder the writing process. I'll most likely revert back to my role as in the last chapter, with going through and trying to find areas of improvement. I will return if LNCR returns. Will LNCR return? Well… You all will just have to wait and see won't you? XD

If, by some chance, you like what I've written, and want to read more of the jazz I wrote, (Which Journey graciously helped edit himself. See? It's a two way street. XD)

*Journey: Damn Straight*

Look up my profile Sabre Allicia under the author search setting. Or, you could search for my story directly: The Day of Reclamation. (I should really get around to publishing my own stuff more…)

Anyway, catch you guys up whenever. =^~^=

~Sabre Allicia

If you have any questions for Sabre, please feel free to ask!

Also, If you made it this far, you guys will be getting a super-secret behind-the-scenes chapter update in the not-too-distant future, for once.

Alright! I'll-

*Sabre: We…*

-Will see you all later!

*Both of us*: Do Svidaniya~! ('Until next time', in Russian, of course. {Sabre's signature farewell})*

Panzer VOR~