Disclaimer: I don't own the Division. The Division is owned by Ubisoft.
~TRB~
One Week after the Green Flu Virus Outbreak
If there was no example of Hell on Earth beforehand, people would start using New York as that example. With the Green Flu came trouble, and trouble did not hold back. Looters, rioters, murderers. These people were running through the streets, with no one to stop them. Innocent people were dying. Bodies littered the street. There was no order.
That's where the Division comes in.
~TRB~
Ryan Smith, a 20 year old Asian man, just out of his teens, roamed the streets of Brooklyn. He thought himself to be pretty average. Good grades, somewhat athletic, and a love for video games.
So imagine his surprise when he was drafted into the Division.
Weeks of training left him prepared for most, but nothing could have prepared him for the panic and chaos that followed the GF.
Thank god Mom and Dad aren't here. I don't know what I'd do if they…
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard ISAC.
Alert! Agent Faye Lau calling…
He answered, hearing the voice of his partner.
"Hey Ryan! Where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago!"
He sighed.
"Ran into some trouble."
"Get over here now. We've got a situation."
He cursed under his breath. "On my way."
~TRB~
"There you are!"
Faye Lau. She was Ryan's partner, his back-up, his partner in crime.
She was also an old friend. She was currently checking over him.
"Jeez Faye, calm down! I'm alright."
She pushed him back.
"Sorry for worrying! It's not like I care if you get shot or something!"
He sighed, for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.
"Sorry, sorry. After the morphine problem, I just want to get some sleep."
She nodded along with him.
"I feel you. Still, at least we have each other, right?"
He patted her shoulder.
"Yeah. Thank god. I'd be bored out of my mind without you."
She grinned.
"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we've got another problem. The precinct's been overrun by rioters."
"Damn. If we lose that-"
"We won't be able to go into Manhattan."
Ryan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
"You alright?"
He nodded.
"I just wish I was never drafted."
~TRB~
He fired.
He ran forward, and hid behind an abandoned car.
Make it to the underground parking, and work from there. Come on Ryan, the hostages are counting on you!
"Ryan, you've got back-up on the way."
"Best news I've heard all week!"
He pushed forward, firing at any rioter he saw.
After a grueling half hour, he made it into the precinct.
"HEY! WE'RE IN HERE!"
He rushed into the holding cells. There they were.
"Oh thank god! We thought it was over when they rushed in."
Ryan grinned. He rushed over to the terminal, and let out the JTF soldiers.
"Good job out there. Head on back, they're picking us up in a couple of minutes."
"What we've been waiting for, eh?"
"Yep! It's time to take back Manhattan!"
~TRB~
Ryan walked onto the heli-pad. He brought his hand up to his mouth the stifle a yawn.
"Tired?"
He turned around to see Faye. He nodded.
"The first thing I'm gonna do once we get in that chopper is sleep. There's not gonna be much time to rest once we get there."
She nodded. It was quiet for a little while.
"After we take back this city, I'm buying you a beer."
He smirked.
"Thought you didn't drink?"
She shook her head, smiling the whole time.
"In times like this, sometimes the only good thing you'll have is alcohol."
He had to agree with that.
They heard a noise, and they looked up. The chopper had arrived.
They turned to each other, and grinned.
"Here we go."
Faye opened her mouth to reply.
Only for an explosion to cut her off.
Ryan was thrown off his feet, and before he knew anything, he blacked out.
~TRB~
…come on…wake up… I need you!
…lost cause…commander's dead…
…don't leave me!
Ryan's eyes snapped open. He gasped for air.
"FUCK!"
He sat up. The first thing he noticed was the fact that he was in a chopper. The events of what happened rushed back to him. He tried looking around, before he noticed something.
He couldn't see out of one of his eyes.
His shock of losing one of his eyes was quickly forgotten when Faye engulfed him in a hug.
"I thought you were gone!"
He squeezed back, before smiling.
"You aren't getting rid of me that easily. You think I'd leave after a good 10 years of being friends with you?"
She pulled back. That's when he saw the bandages wrapped around her leg, and her right eye.
"I'm out of the fight for now, it seems. Looks like I'm not gonna have your back."
She seemed down, so Ryan proceeded to try and cheer her up.
"Well, at least we'll be able to match if we ever do Twin Day again."
She smiled at that, and Ryan mentally patted himself on the back.
"…we have eyes on Hudson."
Ryan tuned into what the pilot was saying.
"Got two Division agents on board. That explosion was their ride in."
Ryan turned to Faye.
"Looks like it's just us two for now."
She nodded quietly.
~TRB~
"Good luck! You're gonna need it!"
After helping Faye get off the chopper, Ryan rushed ahead towards the camp.
Alright, time to load up and head over to the command center.
He quietly walked through the streets of Manhattan, listening to the uncomfortable silence. He walked passed numerous civilians, all seeming jumpy and paranoid.
His radio piped up.
"To any JTF soldiers, head to the Command Center! Rioters are outside and are trying to get in! I say again, we need back up."
Of-fucking-course. Let's move.
He was just around the corner, when he heard ISAC.
Warning! Numerous hostiles detected!
At least they don't know I'm here.
He ducked under a barricade, before counting up the number of rioters.
He aimed at one of the heads, and fired.
"Shit! Behind us!"
Caught in between half a dozen JTF soldiers and a Division agent, the rioters quickly dispersed, with stragglers being killed in their wake.
He rushed into the building, to see the alarmingly few JTF soldiers inside.
"Is everyone alright?"
He received a couple of nods in reply. He relaxed, before finding a chair and laying his head on a table.
He stayed like this for a while, thinking about numerous things, before he felt a hand on his back. He looked up to see Faye.
He quickly jumped up to help her, before finding another chair and sitting with her.
"You alright?"
She nodded slowly.
"I won't be able to do much till my leg heals up. Doc said it would take around two weeks before I could head back out."
Ryan's shoulders sagged. He'd been waiting to work with Faye for a while now, since they finally got each other as permanent partners.
"Well, at least you'll be able to keep me company through comms."
She seemed to straighten up in her seat.
"Yep! So get out there Ryan! We've got a lot of work to do!"
He grinned.
"Yes we do."
~TRB~
And I'm back, with a new story! The reason why TCCD hasn't been updated in around six months is due to numerous reasons.
Me being busy.
Me being lazy.
Me losing all the progress due to a virus.
TCCD won't be updated for a while, but for now, you'll have this story. I hope you enjoy, and I'll see you guys in the next chappie!
-MrDerper