So That Others May Live

by zachmartin304

The United States military has learned how to use time travel. A U.N. sanctioned offensive has been launched, dubbed Operation: Restore Hope II. Meet Samuel, a Divergent teen and his friends in a last ditch effort to take down the factionless regime. I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO ANYTHING FROM THE DIVERGENT TRILOGY. Rated M for scenes of intense violence and very strong language.

1. Chapter 1: Enter Sandman

CHAPTER ONE

Ayer's POV

"Hold on!" I shout to everyone as we began our transport across time. My Humvee begins to rattle ominously as we get closer and closer to our destination.

"Raptor 2-2, how y'all holding up up there?" I radio.

"Little shaky, I think we've got it though," the pilot responded, bringing his Blackhawk transport helicopter a little lower to my left. I looked up and saw the men and women of the 67th Medical Group being briefed by their superiors.

Being the commanding officer of this operation, code-named "Operation: Restore Hope II," I had to prep my troops for what they were about to encounter.

My driver came over the radio, "Attention all callsigns, this is Sandman. Prepare for initial briefing."

My voice somewhat shaky, I took a deep breath and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen of Task Force 6495, lend me your ears. We are about to embark on a task never before presented to mankind. A task that literally will change the future. A task so monumental that we had to rewrite the rulebook for this. We will be encountering a situation, in which the United States that we know has been long forgotten. We will be taking a stand for liberty, for freedom, and for truth. We will be assisting in toppling a corrupt, unknown government. And we will win. We are going to make a name for the United States of America for generations to come. This is Sandman Actual. Good luck, out."

We began to reach the end of the portal that had been transporting us across time. I looked around and saw every person in Task Force 6495 brace for the impact of us slowing down.

"And if you decide to take up arms against us," Evelyn said, "you will be hard pressed to find any arms to take up."# Every soldier that is surrounding her raises up some sort of an assault rifle.

"NOT SO FAST!" I shout into a megaphone from my Humvee. "I am Colonel Ayers, and I am taking charge." My soldiers all take positions and prepare for combat if needed. "I advise you lay down your arms or face the consequences."

The woman shouted, "Oh yeah? You and what army?" Almost as if on cue, a team of four MH-6 Little Birds flew overhead, armed to the teeth. A few thousand feet above, a formation of F-15 Eagles screamed past. The tanks from the 1st Armored Division rolled down Michigan Avenue to support our advance.

"The armed forces of the United States of America. I suggest you lay down your arms." I said, almost with a smirk. I turned to a MP by my side. "Go place that woman under military arrest."

Some units from the 1st Infantry Division helped to round up some of the factionless soldiers while the rest scattered throughout the city and took the prisoners to a facility that the Seabees built at the remains of O'Hare International Airport. I sent some messengers from my unit, the 308th Civil Affairs Brigade, to go find Tris Prior and Tobias Eaton and to escort them to our headquarters located at FOB O'Hare at the old John Hancock Center.