Stryker had just entered the Air and Space Museum. She had sent Hemorrhage to The Ring to wait until she got back. Holstering her X-45, she pulled out her SR-1 and aimed down the sights, putting the head of a True Sons' Combat Engineer in her sights.
"Remember Stryker, you need to locate the weapons and dispose of them as quickly as possible, we can't let them continue their use."
"Ya know, if you didn't talk all the time, I could get this shit done a lot quicker."
"Don't need your attitude today."
"Then fuck off, I'm working."
After terminating the connection, she pulled the trigger. All hell broke loose soon after. The Sons were organized and well-defended, they had better training then most no doubt, but despite common belief, only a few of them had actual experience. She had been US Army Ranger, seen countless operations, and trained further by the Strategic Homeland Division. This would be quite easy.
"Attention! Hostile inside the perimeter! To quarters! To quarters!"
She had already terminated four more members when she had reached the last two.
"You ready bitch! I'm gonna kill you!"
"Uh-huh, sure." She said before putting a .308 round through his skull.
"Fuck! This is Tango Whiskey 0-1! Requesting immediate reinforcements to the main gate!"
She hadn't even put the radio down when she got a similarly placed bullet too.
A True Sons Assault was just about to raise his rifle when a shot rang out. Spinning around quickly with her M4A1 assault rifle only to encounter Hemorrhage standing with his pistol smoking.
"Miss me?"
"I thought I'd told you to wait at the safehouse."
"And I thought I'd told you that I don't follow orders well."
"Careful, the last agent like that went rogue and killed one my teammates. One might understand why I'd put a round through your head too, ya know, that being suspicious and all."
"Woh there hon', just came to help, no need to have an itchy trigger finger."
"Fine, stay behind me and follow my every word, understood? Just one mistake and you can consider yourself without a teammate."
"Crystal."
"They're over there!" A True Sons exclaimed
He was dead before he hit the ground. Both Division agents stood with their rifles.
"Try to keep up, eh?"
"Two right! Watch out for the launcher on the balcony!"
Stryker was calling out targets as Hemorrhage was performing sweep-and-clear operations in the building.
"Hey after this, wanna grab a bite to eat?"
"Seriously? You're hitting on me in the middle of a mission?"
"Come on. Think of it as a…"
Hemorrhage stopped as a True Sons' popped up around the corner and he had to dispatch him with his blade.
"As I was saying, think of it as a 'Get to know your partner' type thing. Come on, it can't be the worst thing you've done before."
"Fine, but I swear to god if you piss me off one more goddamn time I will put a bullet through your head. Understood?"
"Yes mom! I've heard that line like four times now. Cut it out."
"Hey! Both of y'all are in the middle of a mission. Mind if you finish it before you start planning your 'play time'?" Manny said in a very exasperated sigh.
Finishing up on the final floor, they had destroyed all the True Sons' work for a workable missile. They were cooling off when they received a mysterious transmission. It had no speech, but rather just a garble of unintelligible static.
"Hey Manny, you hearing this?" Commented Stryker.
"Yeah. It's weird, to the untrained ear it's just static, but I think there is almost a message in there."
"Picking up a Strategic Homeland Division Agent in the vicinity. Be advised, vitals are reporting strange spikes." ISAC suddenly reported.
"The only agent that I know of in that area is Agent Edward Washington, callsign Raven. I sent him out to investigate a strange occurrence, not unlike this one we hear now. He is late reporting in, but I didn't think of it any, 'cause let's be honest, it's not like it for agents to be nice to the radio guy."
"Be advised, unknown signature with agent." ISAC reported again.
"This is Stryker to Rallypoint Omaha, requesting permission to investigate scene."
"You're all clear, transmitting situation to nearby militia for assistance. And this time, please report back on time, and take Hemorrhage with you too. Rallypoint Omaha over and out."
"Alright, let's take care of this, I don't wanna spend another night in 'Wild DC'."
"Yes ma'am."
