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Division Agent 106, Liam O’Conner or Lock to his friends, was just another number when the Dollar flu broke out in Manhattan he was among the first wave of division agents activated to stem the tide of the chaos that was overtaking the island, his only problem now was that he was currently laying face down in the Dark zone, the DZ currently takes up the majority of midtown and has become a contaminated no mans land where the worst of the infection.
As Lock and two other agents Megan and Bronson pushed through the DZ they had one objective wipe out a cleaner and riker meeting taking place at the Rockefeller Center or The Pit as its now being called they had lost contact with their team mates Chris and Nick and feared the worst, thanks to some heavy snowfall it was getting easier to track the allies and avoid regular patrols in the area but even so progress in the DZ was slow it had to be, it had to be methodical or else you run the risk of coming under fire by some wannabe gang member to stupid to know how to avoid the fight, for in the DZ nobody was safe.
After about 30 minutes Liam, Megan and Bronson reached the Pit and took up positions, Liam on over watch with his M1A rifle, Bronson pushed up close with his custom built Super 90 shotgun and Megan the team medic headed off to the side as usual slinging her MP5 around to her back so she could climb onto a nearby truck, Liam chucked to himself with the thought that they fit into your stereotypical video game characters and quietly missed the memories of staying up late with friends playing stupid war games arguing about if female character skins made your hitbox smaller.
BANG..BANG..
Liam snapped back to his scope and scanned the area
“What the fuck was that” Megan's voice came through Liam's earpiece
“Looks like two rikers just got executed by a third party” Bronson’s voice followed
Liam quickly found the scene in front of him two men stood their backs to him with two dead Rikers at their feet with two Cleaners moving in to burn the bodies.
“I guess there some new players in manhattan huh boss” Megan's voice now serious
“No, it's worse than that look closer at their gear, its first wave” Liam couldn't believe his eyes as he spoke, these two new players were rogue agents and he had a horrible suspicion on who they were.
“Were pulling out I want both of you to meet me at”
A large gulf of flame erupted in front of Liam cutting him off followed by an ungodly scream he couldn’t believe if he hadn’t heard it himself, another Cleaner had spotted Bronson and turned his flamethrower on him with sudden rapid gunfire coming from Megan's position aimed at the cleaner Liam knew they had moments to get the hell out of there and the DZ before they would be over run.
“MEGAN HOLD YOUR FUCKING FIRE AND RUN GET TO CHECKPOINT ECHO FOR RENDEZVOUS”
Liam didn't wait for her reply he slid down a drain pipe next to the scaffolding he was on and took off as fast as he could, fresh snow wiping at his face and fingers as he darted between cars and delivery trucks eventually finding himself in Bryant Park the steam from his sweat coming off him raised into the air as he tried to steady his breathing.
POP..
Searing pain shot through him like a shard of ice going through his right shoulder sending him falling back through a bush, with another series of pops and whizzing over head Liam rolled over and behind the cover of a large planter box he attempted to see where his attacker was firing from but through the snowfall and the setting sun it was impossible to make out, all he could tell was that the shooter was in the direction of the library and that the adrenaline was wearing off fast, trying to remember his training Liam crawled from cover to cover as quickly as his shoulder would allow but as he predicted his eyes were getting heavy and his head was filling with pain.
“That’s far enough dumbass” a male voice snarled behind him before he was grabbed and pulled over on to his back, instinctively Liam pulled his sidearm and let off two rounds hitting his attacker in the chest and stomach, a small mercy he thought.
"At least I’ll take you with me asshole” but Liam's minor victory was cut short as a large boot connected with his ribs causing him to recoil back onto his stomach followed by another and another heavy kick to the side and face.
“Enough” a voice called.
“But he killed Alex” another complained
“Yeah well Alex shot him, now get him up we can torture him for some info on where the JTF pulled out too”
As the first man picked him up he caught a glimpse of their uniform it wasn't like the Cleaners home made hazmat gear or the Rikers mix of old cop uniforms and prison overalls it was military level gear similar to what Liam wore back in his army days these men where soldiers members of the LMB or Last Man Battalion a private military corporation no better than a bunch of mercenaries, led by the traitorous Charles Bliss, Liam was fading quick and without any back up was good as dead when all of a sudden gunfire ripped through his attackers almost hitting him, taken aback by the commotion the LMB soldiers were quickly taken down apparently Liam was a good distraction. Liam lay there for what seemed like hours face down in the snow when he felt heat on the side of his face as blood began to trickle down his temple and cheek before falling onto the snow.
“Who” was the only word he could manage when he felt someone roll him over and there she was like an angel in the DZ Megan with a few new cuts and bruises herself.
“Well boss you look like shit and I mean that in the best way possible” and as if on cue Liam felt himself drift unconscious.