Welcome to my new story. This is set in the Division universe, specifically Division 2.

The sun was just rising above the horizon. It was a cool day with a very slight breeze. A shot rang out in the distance followed by another and another. After checking that each of the hostiles were dead, Agent Sarah Collins, callsign "Stryker", reloaded her marksman rifle.

"Agent, you've done enough today, get back to the White House and have some rest, you can't hog all the work after all, you'd make the rest of us look bad." Manny Ortega radioed her.

"Copy, Stryker enroute."

It was before noon when Stryker got back to Rallypoint Omaha, the designation for the White House. The gates opened for her and the automatic 50 Cal. M2 Browning Machine Guns recognized her SHD watch and deactivated. She went through the basement, quickly selling off all the items she had acquired in the last week. She decided to grab a bite to eat before resting. Sitting down in the mess hall, she quickly started eating her food. A disgusting-looking combination of off-brand canned meatloaf and what can only be described as pig shit.

"So you're Stryker. Never thought I'd get to meet ya." Some random bloke said as he sat down across from her. She could tell he was Division though.

"And you are?"

"Agent Grant Bivins, callsign "Hemorrhage".

"What wave?" Stryker was extremely cautious of any First Wave Division agent.

"Second, but then again, so are you."

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"No. We've never met. But you're the agent that saved New York City right?"

"There was more than just me bud." He was bringing memories back that she'd hoped would stay away.

"Of course! I can't forget, there were others too. Three if I believe."

"Ya know, you're getting very creepy. And I don't like that. Tell me where you got this information, and I'll consider not putting a knife through your neck, see how much you 'Hemorrhage' then."

"Aggressive, I see your files were correct. That's the answer to your question Stryker, I looked at your files. It is only logical to learn about your new partner."

"Excuse me? I have not been assigned a new team."

"Well Manny Ortega says different."

"Does he now? Excuse me, I have someone I need to kill."

Manny had been having a rough day. The overall situation in DC had improved, but the Outcasts and the True Sons were being major assholes today. He knew immediately that he was gonna have a worse day when he heard a commotion outside.

"Agent! Captain Ortega is busy. You can't go in there!"

"Oh is he? Well allow me to introduce myself!"

As soon as she stopped talking, the door to his office flew open and slammed against the walls. A very angry Stryker was walking right for him. Goddamn it.

"Agent Stryker, anything I can do for you today?"

"Shut the fuck up. Wanna tell me why I just met an agent saying that we've been assigned as partners?"

Manny knew that he had some explaining to do.

"Listen, I know you're not ready but unfortunately, time isn't on our side or yours, I'm putting together teams to bring order to DC, I'm sorry but this is the way its gonna happen."

"You should've warned me Manny. You know I don't 'play' well with others."

"I'm sorry, okay? Now rest up, I wasn't kidding when I said we have more work ahead of us."

The next morning, Stryker woke at the break of dawn and was preparing to leave Rallypoint Omaha, when Hemorrhage joined her.

"So where to first boss?"

"Listen, I don't work well with others. So when we leave, I'll show you to the nearest safehouse, and you can go there. I finish missions alone. Understood?"

"Whatever you say boss, just one more thing, I happen to have some problems with following orders. Just wanted to fill you in."

Stryker was too focused on her equipment to notice the obvious 'wink-wink' moment.

"Agents, this is Manny, we've been having problems with some Outcasts attacking and executing civilians to the southwest, just north of the Lincoln Memorial. Take them out and secure the area."

"Copy." Both agents said together.

I imagine the sentry guns to be the same ones that guard the Dark Zone entrances. I feel like the White House of all places would have a few of these.