"I don't like this shit, bro." One Hyena says to another as I quietly rest my machine gun against the bannister in front of us. "Why do we gotta stay here with this guy?"

The balcony gives us an unparalleled view of the room. Down below and across the way are several Hyenas, most of which pace around anxiously. The long firefight in the vault ended with none of their friends returning, and a fear of our survival that will soon become reality.

"Because that's what Roach and Mayhem told us to do." The second Hyena replies, their voices muffled by their gas masks. The two stand on either side of a suit-clad man kneeling on the floor, whom ISAC has identified as President Ellis.

"Fuck that! Roach is probably dead and Mayhem ain't even here! I say we take him to the Arena."

"Oh yeah, genius? Who's gonna escort him there? You? It's on the other side of town, past the White House. Besides, how do you know Roach is dead?" The Hyena looks in our direction towards the vault, but doesn't see us. "He has that name for a reason."

"It's those Division creeps." His friend replies worriedly. "We sent everyone on our crew and their mothers into that fuckin' vault after them, and nobody's come out. They're all smoked, dude. Even Roach."

"Either way, there's nowhere for us to go. Rebound is on his way here. Let's just wait for him."

"Ugh. Whatever."

The distraught Hyena walks away, and our group ducks back down out of view.

"Well, there he is." Jay whispers. "How should we play this?" She asks no one in particular. Faye looks at the three of us quietly for a moment.

"Kelly." She says quietly. "You stay up here with me. Jay, I want you and Sarah down there." Faye points to an overturned couch off to the left. "You'll take the first shot. At that guy by Ellis. Kelly and I will engage on your go. Sarah, you'll make the grab, so I'd keep that shotty handy."

I'm caught off guard by Faye's order. I personally, will be saving the President.

"You sure you don't want the honor?" I ask with surprisingly no sarcasm.

She gestures to her eye patch. "Quite." Is her simple reply. She looks over the railing again. "Looks like you have a window. Go."

I take the lead, with Jay following close behind. A very tattered looking ottoman catches our short fall from the collapsed part of the balcony. My companion readies her MK14 and takes position where Faye directed. I, while keeping Jay in view, move to flank to the right of President Ellis. Satisfied, I look to Jay and silently count to three with my fingers. On three she takes aim at the lone Hyena and fires.

He probably didn't feel a thing.

As the Hyena falls, I mantle over my cover and grab the president, who is obviously rather startled.

"What?!" He shouts over the gunfire as I pull him to safety. "Who are you?! Unhand me at once!"

"Mister President!" I reply just as loudly, getting to work on his handcuffs. "My name is Sarah Green. I'm an agent with the Division. My team and I are here to rescue you!"

"Ah." My words seem to have calmed him a bit. "The Division. Yes… good…"

I toss the handcuffs to the side and pat him on the shoulder.

"Sir, please stay here. We'll take care of the Hyenas." A few bursts from up above stop a rushing Hyena dead in her tracks right next to me. She staggers back in a daze as a green mist engulfs her. A quick crack of buckshot finishes her off.

"They're stealin' our new toy!" Another Hyena shouts. "Stop 'em!"

Another group of Rushers charge like a pack of their wild animal counterparts towards Jay, who does her best to pull off a few quick headshots.

"I AM IMMORTAL!" One shrieks after sucking down some kind of drug, but is quickly proven wrong by Jay. Her gun suddenly jams, and the last Hyena reaches her, trying to knock the rifle from her hands.

"This skin was getting old!" The Hyena hisses sadistically. "Come closer!"

Jay quickly takes control over the amateur, twisting her swinging arm behind her back and slamming her head into the desk in front of them. The Hyena is stunned, and Jay picks up a glass bottle off the floor, smashing it into the kid's now maskless face. Seeing all of this brings back memories of the Lexington Event Center back in Manhattan, where Jay beat a Riker to death with his own baseball bat after tripping him with the butt of her rifle.

"She certainly is good at using the environment as a weapon." I think to myself as Jay executes the young Hyena with her .38. "It's kinda hot, actually. I'm glad I'm not on her shit list."

With that, the room is clear and we head to the balcony, President in tow. After some brief introductions, Faye gives him an earpiece so he can speak to the JTF directly.

"It's me." Ellis says to Manny sternly, seeming unfazed by the cascade of violence that just unfolded. "Scramble a Helo to my location. Now."

"Roger that, Mister President." Manny replies rather quickly. "There's already one in the air, but there isn't any roof access nearby."

"Then blow the damn roof off!" Ellis bellows. For such a scrawny man, he has a very commanding voice.

After a moment, he drops his hand away from his ear.

"Fine." He says in defeat, looking directly to me. "Get me to the Atrium."

"Aye aye, Sir." Jay replies for me, clearing the jammed shell from her rifle. I give the door in our way a heaving kick, and we move on.

A/N- Some things to touch on, since there are a few PopCulture references here. I like to model the Hyena Rushers after the Psychos from Borderlands 2. Completely nuts, running towards you with a blunt object while you have a massive gun aimed at them. Those couple of lines are from the Psycho bandits from Pandora. The chapter is named after the mission 'Goalpost' in Modern Warfare 3, as well as the US Vice President's callsign. I also changed the appearances of the named enemies around, in case anyone noticed. Rebound is encountered close to the start, the guy in the Vault isn't named, and Roach is at the very end.

ALSO! We have some new followers to the story. Welcome all. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Thanks for reading!