Division's Frontline (Male Division Agent X Girls' Frontline)

The Dark Zone

[0846 Hours - Forgotten Territory]

Y/N turned to Ryan, who shrugged. "T-The intel said that there should be a cache here." He said, trying to defend himself. "Well, bad intel doesn't get us anywhere." Y/N said, then sighed. "Well, lucky for you, we can use ISAC to scan for weapons. The cache has gotta be here somewhere." Ryan nodded, and also started scanning with his watch.

After around ten minutes of searching, the two found the cache. "Holy shit." Y/N muttered, looking into a room full of guns. The walls are lined with them, they're in crates, and even more of them are just laying about. "Um, w-who's guns are these?" Ryan asked, picking up a practically sparkling AK-47. "Don't know, don't care. These things have dust all over them, so whoever owns them sure as hell hasn't been using them." Y/N replied, tapping UMP45's name on his watch.

"Hey, get some people down to the coordinates I'll send you. We hit the jackpot." He said. "Uh, sure. How many?" UMP45 asked. "...At least twenty." Y/N responded. "T-Twenty? Okay... be there in a bit." UMP45 replied, cutting the call.

The two agents sat outside on the grass, feeling the cool summer breeze on their skin. "...This feels... surreal." Ryan murmured, Y/N nodding. "It does. I think this is the first time in a while that I've been able to just... sit and smell the proverbial roses." He replied.

...

After about fifteen minutes of waiting, the group UMP45 promised showed up. Y/N watched as they packed the crates onto the trucks they brought, then noticed something in the corner of his eye. Curious, he went to go check it out.

Walking away from the group, he found a hidden door in the wall that closed off the quarantined part of Orlando. Upon opening it, ISAC went crazy, blurring out a flurry of warnings. Looking at his watch, Y/N panicked, and threw his gas mask on. The contamination levels of this place was unthinkable.

Looking behind him, he went further inside.

...

Y/N felt his ISAC vibrating violently on his wrist, but couldn't find the reason. There were no jammers, not even any people around. Even more disturbing is that the sky here is unexpectedly dark. "E-E-E-Echo d-det-det-detected." ISAC said ominously. "Echo...?" Y/N whispered, then saw that ISAC was pinpointing a camera above him. On his watch, ISAC was prompting for his approval to reconstruct an echo. Unsure of what to expect, Y/N tapped the confirm button.

Orange rays of light formed around him, building themselves into a scene. Unnerved, Y/N inspected what was going on. He could see what looked like an agent crouched in front of a family, probably reassuring them. Behind her, however, another agent had his sidearm trained on the back of her head. Y/N felt dread fall over him.

The same figure he had seen in his dream over a week ago held the gun. This time, it wasn't what he had seen before, which was more ghost-like. Now, it looked like a person shrouded in a white cloak, with a pair of black-tinted goggles and white mask.

Though reluctant, Y/N pulled out his cellphone, and scrolled through images till he found what he was looking for. "What the hell...?" He murmured. He had taken a picture of the disturbing face that the guard had after his death, but now... it didn't look the same. Now, it just looked as... normal as a dead person's face gets. "Was I seeing things?" He thought aloud.

After taking a few photos of the Echo, he put his cellphone away, and turned back.

...

"My god, there you are!" ST AR-15 exclaimed, running over to Y/N. "We were looking for you for like ten minutes! Where the hell were you?!" She asked angrily. "Sorry, I was looking at something." Y/N apologized. AR-15 raised a brow, then sighed. "Whatever. Come on, everyone's ready to go back." She said, making her way to one of the trucks. Y/N looked back at the door, then went to get on a truck.

...

[1037 hours - Universal Studios]

Y/N ran the photos through an identification program, and narrowed his eyes. The person in white is named Corey Hathaway, and the agent they shot was Natalie Frazier. ISAC is even able to identify the occupations of the people in the photo, and their status. Corey is apparently a "former" agent. "Former? Did they... go rogue?" He wondered. Not wanting to think about the implications of that, he shut his laptop, and went to get some food.