Jennifer didn't know what to think of John-Francis. He was an able warrior and a loyal agent of the United States, but there was something else that grabbed her attention and she couldn't put her finger on it. Peering around the corner, she observed him as he polished his beloved M240 SAW, his true love. How he put so much attention into the very small parts of his day.

She had read somewhere that men have the ability to think about nothing and that women didn't, that was how men could do things as mind-numbing as fish or stare at a TV for so long. She wondered if this was the same. Telling herself to stop being a creep, she tore herself away from the wall and returned to her bunk.

William Graves felt like a deer in the headlights. The mysterious agent still had their crosshairs on him but hadn't pulled the trigger yet. Scanning mystery-agent, Graves deduced that they wouldn't kill him…yet.

All their equipment was black, from the kneepads to the holster to the backpack. The holster in particular was bulky piece. Just positioned in from of the holster itself was a sheath for a small knife, whether it was for throwing or handheld he could not deduce. Around their thigh was numerous ammo pouches full of magazines for what looked like a rifle that shot 5.56 rounds, a weapon that looked to be slung around their back

The torso armor was what stood out the most, it looked beefy. It looked like an RPG could hit center mass and they would still remain standing. Besides the pistol currently aimed at his head and the rifle, there seemed to be a massive sniper rifle being carried as well. it looked like it fired .300 Winchester Magnum rounds, but he couldn't tell to tell the truth.

When it spoke, it startled him.

"Why?"

Graves just stood there, not quite sure what it meant.

The agent fired off a round just inches from above his head and re-aligned it with his forehead.

"Why?"

"They…they were gonna kill those civ's, so I stopped them."

The agent just nodded, almost as if that was the answer they were expecting. Graves had no doubt now that the agent had watched the whole thing go down.

Returning the pistol to its original place, the agent slung their sniper rifle around and nodded at him again.

"Grab your gear, let's go."

Graves was dumbfounded. Not only had the agent not killed him, now it wanted him to follow.

"What the hell." He resigned.

Grant had been walking for nearly three hours at this point. Suddenly, two civilians bounded towards him from the street.

"Hey. Hey! What's going on?"

"We were stopped by the True Son's and they killed most of our group. Then all of a sudden, one them killed the others and told us to run!"

"Go on get."

They sprinted off in the direction he had come from.

Their account peaked his interest. The True Sons were die-hard loyal, were there finally some who began to see the error in their ways?

Moving up the block, he came to what had to have been the scene of the incident. Quickly closing the eyelids and folding their arms nice and neat, Grant wished the dead civilians peace in the next life. The True Son's bodies is what grabbed his viewpoint. Looked to be a whole squad. Wonder where that shooter is?

RECONTRUCTING ECHO NEARBY. ONE MOMENT. RECONSTRUCTION COMPLETE.

Pressing his Shade Watch, he watched the scene playout.

The majority of the echo was true to what the civilians told him. However, at the end of it, there was a mysterious figure threatening the shooter. He knew exactly what it was.

Sarah.

"I'll be back, reporting to the Colonel." Lorena Michaels told her compatriot.

"Roger. Lunch after?"

"Sure, I'll have them ring the PA when I'm done."

Walking out of the East Wing where the research station was, Lorena Michaels, a software engineer and former DIA analyst, steered towards the Colonel's office. Outside was his newly promoted personal aide-de-camp, Sasha Knight. She didn't know her that well, but she had some run ins with her. She seemed like good people.

"The Colonel asked to see me."

"One moment."

Knocking on the door and entering before closing it behind her, Lorena heard voices behind the door then what sounded like an affirmative. Not two seconds later, Sasha walked out.

"He'll see you now."

"Thank you."

Walking through the door, she saw the Colonel behind a desk. He was looking through some papers. On the table in the center of the room was a large map of DC and numerous toys and trinkets on it. Back on his desk, there was a landline that she assumed connected to any other department in the Base, depending on what he needed. Whether that be munitions, maintenance, or some other group.

There was a whiteboard above him with the schedules of what looked like patrols and strike teams. On the lower left-hand side of the desk was a half-eaten protein bar.

"Ms. Michaels. Thank you for coming."

"Of course Colonel. As requested I have drawn up a report on the Division's servers that were under the Jefferson Trade Center." As she handed over the typed report.

"Anything of extreme note?"

"Actually, yes. I analyzed the server and its software defenses. I worked DIA pre-virus and our servers can withstand the full weight of Chinese or Russian hackers for months. Colonel, quite frankly, the Division's servers make our defenses look like the Berlin Wall in the 1990s. The fact that is was tampered with shows either two different options in my mind."

Nodding his head, he signaled her to continue.

"Sir, either they had hacking technology that has never been seen before, or they, whoever 'they' are, had someone from the inside get them in. in my humble opinion, I lean more toward the latter; even with new technology it would have taken some time."

Surprisingly, the Colonel just nodded almost to himself, as if he was expecting that.

"Thank you Ms. Michaels. Is this everything?"

"My team has gone through 97% of the server data. If there is anything else, I will be sure to notify you."

"Thank you. Dismissed."

"Sir."

Manny watched Lorena Michaels leave his office. Standing, he walked over to the window and stared out, something he had started to do when he was stressed.

"Goddamnit."

Someone was trying to take down the Division. He'd be damned if he allowed it.