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Hello, everybody. This is a fairly short author note as this is a new story. So if you want to skip it, go ahead, you're not missing much.

After seeing the pre-alpha gameplay of The Division online during E3 in 2013, I immediately took interest in the game and after playing through the beta in February, I feel in love with the game and having so many ideas pop into my head while playing and just coming to the conclusion that I had to write a story for the game.

Anyways Disclaimer, TC's The Division doesn't belong to me and is property of Ubisoft and its respective developers. I own only the plot of this story and some of the characters within it. Any characters names are by coincidence useless meant to be a reference.

Dumbo, Brooklyn

An eerie silence hung over the streets of Brooklyn. While silence was a not uncommon in Brooklyn, this kind of silence was an unnatural silence. The only thing to break the silence that consumed the district was the occasion dog barking or a car alarm set off by one of the residence trying to look for food or supplies. However, even these sounds died down and once again the silence took over. Few people went out anymore. Most people were too scared to leave their homes in fear of catching the Dollar Flu or being killed by looters for their already dwindling supplies. The JTF in the area did their best to maintain law and order in the streets but it was an uphill battle. The JTF's numbers were dropping everyday, killed by the looters and criminals or leaving the JTF to go back home to keep their families safe or fearing for their lives as it seemed that anyone wearing a JTF vest, military fatigues, or a police uniform was targeted and killed.

The silence was finally broken when gunshots erupted from an garage and a man came storming out. The man had an glowing orange watch and was armed with a Tactical Vector .45 ACP and a First Wave PF45 in a holster attached to his right leg as well as plenty of other gear attached to his other leg and backpack and another glowing orange circle on a device that had an antenna attached to it on his shoulder, immediately identifying him as a Division Agent. Behind him, a handful of people all with hoods pulled up to conceal their identities and most armed with handguns while the one was leading the charge was only armed with a baseball bat. Sliding over the hood of a car, the Division Agent quickly took cover on the other side of the car. With the press of a button on his watch, an orange circle, that only he could see due to the specialized contact lens he was wearing, expand from the uplink device on his bag strap and scan the surrounding. The scan highlighted the men chasing him in red and once it hit its maximum range notified the man that there were 5 threats with a small counter. Popping out cover for a moment, the Agent being chased aimed his submachine gun at the man with a baseball bat and fired a burst into the man. The bullets ripped through the man's jacket and just as easily ripped through the man's chest, piercing through his lungs and heart. The other men quickly scrambled for cover after seeing one of their allies killed. As one them peeked his head out of cover, he received a pistol round to the head, killing him instantly. The others were immediately disheartened by this a one even took to fleeing, fearing for his life. The two that stayed did their best to keep their cool even with the corpses of two of their allies nearby. The Agent took the moment of inactivity to work his way around the two men and now had taken up a flanking position on the men. Taking a deep breath, the Agent pop out of his cover and put a few rounds into both men in nonlethal spots of their body with his sidearm. The men both fell to the floor in pain, one even dropping his firearm. The other tried to level his sidearm to fire at the Agent but the quickly kicked the pistol from the man's grasp. Kicking the other pistol away form the other man, who was still writhing in pain, he quickly subdued both men with zip ties. Once they were subdued, the Agent then began to patch up wounds that, if not treated properly, would prove to be fatal with what little medical supplies he had to the best of his abilities. While the action confused the two attackers, they didn't resist the medical treatment. Once done, the Agent took a step back to examine both men. Walking up behind the one with a backpack, he started going through the bag, much to the man's protest and squirming. As he went through the contents of the bag, he removed objects that he needed or could be used to pose a threat to anyone else. In the end, the Agents confiscated two grenades, a tear gas and a flashbang, one of the bottles of water, a can of soda, and one of the many bags of chips.

"Man, first you shot us, then you patch us up, and now you robbing us? What the hell wrong with you?" the man with the backpack said as the Agent zipped up his bag. The Agent just walked up in front of the two men and popped open the can of soda and took a sip from it.

"If you recall, you guys shot at me first. And I patched you up because I need information." The Agent said before taking another drink from the can of soda. "Gods, I haven't had soda in awhile.

"And what if we don't feel all that cooperative and not give you the information you want?" the man said back.

"Then I can just take the rest of your supplies and leave you tied up here on the floor. Hopefully a JTF patrol find you before the snow storm hits later."

The two men stayed silent as the threat of being left out in the snow with no supplies sank in. "And if we do help?" the other man asked.

"Then I keep your guns, ammo, grenades, the other things I took and you guys get to walk away with what supplies you have left and go home." The Agent replied. "Take your pick."

The two men look at each other in silence before answering. "What do you want to know?"

"Smart choice." The Agent took a map out of Brooklyn out of his pocket. "Your gang stole some JTF supplies not long ago. I want you to tell me where you stashed them and mark it on this map." The two men again looked at each other before telling the Agent the location of the supplies they stole and the other marked it on the map with a Sharpie the Agent put in his mouth. "Good. Now last question, where's the hideout your gang is operating from?" This time the men were a little more hesitant to give him the information he wanted but remembering the penalty for not cooperating, they figured it was better to just give up the location of hideout.

"It's over near the border of the district. We have stronghold there for ambushing JTF patrols and supplies. Its not far from the pier." One man said while once again the other marked it on the map to the best of his ability.

"Any plans I should be aware of?"

"There's a JTF supply drop coming in by boat. We were planning on raiding the shipment. That's all we know, we swear." One of the men said.

"Alright. Thanks for the help." The Agent said as he put away the map and walked up behind the two men and drew a knife. Cutting the zip ties on them, the Agent put the knife away and drew his sidearm. "There you go, you're free to go. A bit of advice though, if I see you there at the stronghold or if your lying to me and the locations you gave me are empty, I'm going to hunt you down and feed you to the wild dogs. Got that, Daniel and Alan?" Both men nodded furiously "Good. Now run along. If you cause anymore problems, I'll have you killed." Both men ran as fast as they could to get away from the Agent.

"Goddamn Rioters." The Agent muttered to himself and finished off the can of soda. As he finished the contents of the can, his ear piece beeped as an incoming signal came in.

"Courier, this is Division Commander Louis Chang. Report."

"Copy, Commander. I was able secure an weapon stash, subdued a few Rioters and secured some intel the JTF would be very interesting in."

"What did you get?"

"I was able to locate the supplies that the Rioters stole. I have it marked on a map and I plan on running it to the JTF safe house under the Manhattan Bridge. I also have the location of the gang's stronghold. I intend to raid it and take it out."

"Copy that. I suggest that you hang back on that raid. There are two Agents en route to the safe house. I want you to link up with them and form a squad. Your squad's designation is Omega-7. Good work out there, agent. Keep it up. Command out." With that the radio line shut off. Courier, the codename he was given in the SHD database, just sighed and opened the map on his watch and watched as a 3D holographic map of Brooklyn appear in the around him. Marking the JTF safe house, the map disappeared as he blinked and looked away and the Agent made his way to the safe house after collecting the weapons from the dead. The jog to the JTF safe house was a quick one and after a few minutes, Courier was at the entrance to the safe house. Walking up to the doorway, he found it blocked by the couch. Opening a radio channel, Courier contacted the Division Commander.

"Commander, this is Courier. I'm outside the safe house. Who am I looking for?"

"Courier, the agents you're looking for aren't at the safe house yet. Head up and wait for them inside. Don't forget to deliver the intel you collected to the JTF dispatcher inside. I'll have another agent secure the supplies while you hit the Rioter Stronghold.

"Deliveries are what I do, Commander. Courier out." Courier closed the radio channel and vaulted over the couch blocking the door. Quickly making his way up the stairs, Courier opened the door to the safe house and walked in. As he walked in, all eyes turned to him, from civilian to JTF, making him feel rather uncomfortable. One of the JTF members noticed his watched and approached him.

"Are you the courier? The Division Commander said that an agent that was a courier would be stopping by and dropping off some intel about the supplies that were stole." the JTF member asked.

"Actually Courier is my designation in the database and yeah I got something for you. Who's in charge?"

"Right this way, sir." The JTF officer directed Courier to one of the rooms. Inside the room was a JTF officer looking over a map. The officers glanced up from the map and noticed the agent.

"You must be the agent we were told about. A pleasure to meet you, sir." The officer extended his hand which Courier shook. "Heard you got some information for us."

"Yeah. I was able to get some Rioters to give up the location of the supplies that were stolen as well as the their stronghold. I'm going after the stronghold but there's going to be some other agents showing up to handle the secure the stolen supplies. Two of those Agents are assigned to my team. I'm not sure how many other Agents are showing up."

"Are you sure you want to attack a fortified position with only three people? I can spare a JTF squad to give you back up."

"Thanks but we should be able to handle it. Do have anywhere I can restock on supplies before I head out there?" Courier asked

"Yeah there's a supply boxes over on the other side of the room. You can fill up on ammo over there." The officer answered.

"Thanks." With that Courier walked out of the room and into the main room. Walking over to the side of the which had most of the supplies, Courier filled up on ammo for his sidearm and his Vector. Once he was done, he walked over to the man who acted as the quartermaster for the JTF assigned there. Handing him the weapons, he confiscated from the Rioters, the quartermaster gratefully accepted them. In turn and being notified of the Agent's mission, handed him an M4 Assault Rifle. Thanking the officer, Courier quickly made his way back to the supply boxes, stocked up on ammo and walked out of the safe house. As he closed the door behind him, he heard someone walking up the stairs behind him. Turning to look at them, he came face to face with a young Asian woman with black short black hair that was pushed back. She was a few inches shorter then Courier, having to look up at him slightly. The one thing that caught his attention the most wasn't any of her features but it was the same watch with the glowing orange circle and the same uplink device on the strap of her single sling backpack which, like their watches, had the same glowing orange circle. Both Agents looked surprised to see each other and were silent for a few moments as they stared at each other. Finally they both broke the silence as they both spoke at the same time.

"Faye." "Colin."

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That's it for the first chapter. The story will follow the missions in the games at certain times while also mixing in some of my own ideas as well as dialogue from the agents instead of having them stay silent like they do in cutscenes and conversations over the radio during the missions. It should be fun for me to write and hopefully for you guys to read.

Anyways, that does it for this chapter. Thanks for giving this a read. Any feedback you guys have, corrections on equipment and the such, or just general comments you have, please review or comment or even PM me if that's more your thing. Thanks again and have a great day.