AO: James A. Farely Post Office

Used As: Base of Operations for CERA/JTF

Status: At Severe Risk

Several rioters were moving in from the street, laying down suppressive fire on the standing JTF squad there. They were behind some cinder blocks, three of them cowering in fear. The fourth one, however, held firm, and kept firing back. He then pulled out a radio.

"We got multiple hostiles moving in from the street! We're pinned down! Where's my backup!?" He shouted into it. After a few minutes of static, and more rioters showing up, the dispatch came up.

JTF Dispatch: I've got noone to send to you. We've got wounded. We got people going over the wire...I-I'm sorry but...t-there's noone coming! I'm sorry!

That wasn't the answer the officer wanted to hear, and replied back in the radio, angrily. "I don't care! Anything you got - anything, just send it to us! Hell, get yourself off the radio and get over here! They're breaking through and we don't have enough to hold!"

That officer that was screaming into the radio then got pistol whipped by a rioter who noticed him.

? POV

When I finally came to, I had a JTF soldier shaking my shoulder gently.

"Hey uh, agent." the soldier, a fox, told me. I just blinked and rubbed my eyes a little. "Look I know you're tired and everything, but you have a job to do."

I just blinked a few more times before I jumped to my feet. Oh shit! I forgot: I was supposed to help the JTF with their base or something. Just as I woke up, ISAC placed the location on the minimap: it was the post office in Madison Square Garden. That's when Faye came on the line.

Faye Lau: Agent, we need to get the Base of Operations in Madison Square Garden back under control; some rioters are trying to enter the secure zone. The JTF are doing their best, but they don't have a leader and they're stretched pretty thin. Get over there and help them. I'd join you, but...

She signs out at that point, and I nod, knowing my mission. I begin jogging, through the sanitized area, where some CERA workers in hazmat suits are setting some stuff up.

"It's all good. You can head through." they tell me. I nod to them and keep jogging through.

After I officially enter Camp Hudson, I see what could be the last order and safety in Manhattan: several tents set up - some for civilians while the others were for the JTF - all set up by CERA. Patrolling were some JTF soldiers, er police officers, two armed with shotguns and another with an M9 pistol.

I keep jogging through and I see it: my Division stash. I smile as I walk over to it. I put in my code..but it doesn't open. I'm confused and try it again, and again. Still doesn't open. I assume this is Faye's stash. My personal stash is probably at the Base of...Operations. I just sigh and facepalm.

I jog out through the gates, seeing a long line of civilians in a caged area. Probably waiting to get screened and get the hell out of here. I don't blame them.

ISAC: Warning - now leaving the safe area.

I guess this is my notice that it's ok at this point to take my weapon back out. I do so and begin my run - not jog, run - to Madison Square Garden. On the way I met this female civilian: she asked me for a can of soda, which I provided to her.

"T-thank you. You just made a friend today." She said as she offered me a hat - a pom pom beanie. I tried to refuse but she was persistent so I just took it.

As I kept on running, I see the building come into view: it was rectangular, and had some 'CERA - STATE' banners hanging on it. As I come closer to it, ISAC gives me some important information.

ISAC: Establishing connection...confirmed - Patched into local JTF radio channel.

And Faye gets on the line at that moment.

Faye Lau: Dispatch? This is Division Agent Faye Lau, empowered and authorized by Executive Order and DHS Directive 51.

A JTF Dispatch Officer answers back.

JTF Dispatch: Whoever you are, we're under an all-out assault! I'm not sure how much help you'll *groan* ah screw it! We'll take anything you can give us!...How are you even on my comms!?

Faye Lau: We've got your back. Just try not to shoot at anyone who's trying to help. Over.

I arrive at the scene, where several JTF soldiers, taking positions behind some sandbags on the steps, are engaging at some rioters.

JTF Dispatch: Unit 43? Be advised - you have incoming Division agents as backup to your location!

JTF Soldier: About damn time you got us some help! Get them over here, now!

Jeez, alright. I'm already here. The Dispatch ordered some troops on the stairs and on the flank, while I was taking care of a majority of the rioters.

"Heh a little late to run now!" One rioter taunted at me when he saw me, then proceeded to focus his fire at me. Bitch please, I'm not scared of you, and so I promptly filled his body with bullets.

"They got Alex!" another rioter shouted as he tried to chuck a tear gas grenade at me. I just rolled out of cover before it went off, but get this: the dumbass ran to the cover I was just at, and got caught in his own tear gas cloud. "Ah fuck my eyes!" He shouted, before I slaughtered him as well.

After I eliminated that grenadier, I saw the boss; I believe his followers called him Poole. Well, he had the same weapon as the one at the Precinct: an AK with a holosight. Also had extra armor. So I did what I did last time: chucked a grenade at him, and when he staggered I emptied all my lead into him. It worked, again and he fell. The JTF soldier beside me got out his walkie-talkie. I heard him via ISAC.

JTF Soldier: Dispatch? The situation outside is now under control. My official report: the Division saved our sorry asses.

I chuckled a little at that comment. The dispatch came back on the line.

JTF Dispatch: Thanks for the report, Bravo Squad. Uh, stay alert out there and keep it frosty. I'm glad you made it.

I smiled at all the JTF soldiers standing around, glad that they're alive. That's when Faye came back on.

Faye Lau: Now let's rebuild our base. I finally got some transportation so I'm inbound. Let's do this.

I nod, and walk into the recently opened double doors of the secure zone.

ISAC: Air ventilation and purification systems are online. Contamination levels lowered.

I walk inside the building and I just see a mess: a bunch of CERA boxes and papers scattered everywhere. I also see three vendors, who are trying to straighten everything out. Seriously...I thought this was just limited to Brooklyn...grrr ah screw it.

Faye Lau: Agent, we need our base up and running, and we need to show the citizens of New York that they're going to get their city back. Our Base of Operations has potential, but right now it is a piece of shit, and we got noone to staff it.

'You can say that again, Faye.' I think in my head as I keep looking around.

Faye Lau: ...like doctors. There's a virologist who was running a field hospital over at Madison Square Garden but the whole area's gone to shit. With her, we can get our medical facilities online. Without her...

I walk in the medical wing, and it looks like absolute crap: papers scattered, broken medical equipment, and from the looks of it, only one guy who is a nurse or an everyday-doctor. Hey, better than nothing.

Faye Lau: The JTF Commander Bentiez, is still in the field and he has gone offline. Bring him back. He'll set up a functional security wing, and it'll do a hell of a lot for morale.

I head into the Security Wing, and I see an empty desk, a poor excuse of an armory, and a couple of JTF guys sitting around, with the look of hopelessness in their eyes.

Faye Lau: ...We've also got to restore basic services. We need power and the intel the grid can get us. They had a guy working on that - but it looks like he ran into trouble patching us in. Without him it's lights out.

I head into the Tech Wing, and I see piles of unused tech on a couple of tables, a few lights flickering - some not even working, computers that were set up were running into issues, and the generators in the back were not even running.

I walk back to the front of the base, where I see Faye hopping on one foot, with the help of some JTF medics.

"Hey. Bad news - I won't be able to get out there." She told me. Damn that sucks, but I can see why: one eye and one leg isn't proper fighting technique. "Not with my goddamn leg like this. I'll do what I can from here, but it's not the same." She said as she punched the side of my arm.

I just give her a small shrug.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to be in the field." She kept going on. "I trained for a scenario like this my entire life, but it's worse than anything we could've imagined."

I look a bit surprised. Is it really that bad?

"You know how they won't let you get too close to anyone?" She asks, and I just look a little confused. "So it won't mess you up when you're finally activated? Well, I did that...and it didn't fucking work." She told me. "I'm attached. These are my people, this is my city. And we're taking it back."

I give her a nod. Don't worry Faye. We'll take it back. Together. Even though you'll be behind a desk, you'll still help.

She leans on me, then groans in pain, in which the medic from before grabs her and helps her up.

"Look, you need to-" the medic starts to tell her, but Faye cuts him off.

"Yeah...ok ok..." She just tells him, just to shut him up.

"they're counting on us. Let's not let them down." She quickly tells me before being led to the front desk, where then I see it: my Division stash. At least I hope it's mine. I walk over to it and I input the code, and to my delight it opens. I take a look and I finally pull out my High-End gear: my Tactical Mk.16 Assault Rifle, disposing of my AK-47 that I got from Brooklyn. I also pull out my moderate-caliber bolt-action sniper rifle, my Model 700 Tactical, and my favorite pistol in my stash; a 60DS Rhino revolver, complete with an underbarrel and a small scope!.

With my weapons equipped, I proceeded to grab the necessary modifications for my other two guns, then I grab my other equipment (kneepads, vest, backpack, etc.) and I run to the back where the *poorly maintained* bathroom is so I can change in peace.