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

The Call

Kalina hummed quietly to herself, filling out paperwork she would bring to the commander. A sudden ring in her ear startled her, and she pressed the button to receive the message. "Kalina, get your commander, we have something to discuss." The voice of Helian ordered, cutting off once the it was over.

...

"So, what's this about? My troops need more time to recover, and you know that." The commander muttered, softly glaring at the screen showing Helian. "Well, Ms. Commander... there's been a major catastrophe in Florida, specifically in Orlando. You see, America has been attacked from the inside by a biological weapon identified as the "Dollar Flu". Most of America has been affected by this biological weapon... but we must try to quarantine it while we still can."

The commander raised a brow. "That's... awful, but what does this have to do with my troops?" She asked. "This biological weapon has incited irrational fear and hostility in thousands of Americans, who are now terrorizing survivors to survive. Right now, this is all I'm allowed to say. Your troops will be given further information when they arrive."

The commander sighed, then nodded. Helian nodded back, and the transmission ended. "So... who should we send, Commander?" Kalina asked, holding up her clipboard. The commander thought it over for a few moments. "Let's send some of our best. We must prove ourselves to be respectable and honor bound." She said, and Kalina nodded. "Got it. I'll go round up some of our best T-Dolls!"

...

UMP45 pet UMP9's head as the girl slept, and she stared out the window. The constant slicing of the helicopter's blades were the only thing that could distract her from her thoughts as she watched as the helo passed one barren city after another.

She looked up to see the others with the same, grim expressions. Besides UMP45 and UMP9, SVD, ST AR-15, M249 SAW, and FAL are also present. "The extraction point is coming up in about five minutes, get your gear ready!" The pilot said, slowing the helo down.

UMP45 stood up, and started fixing her clothes. She glanced outside one of the windows, and felt her heart stop when she saw a man standing on a rooftop, with an RPG aimed at the helo. "Watch out, there's an RPG unit!" She shouted, making the pilot panic.

He yanked on the lever to swerve the aircraft to the right, narrowly dodging the RPG. Consequently, the tail hit a building, tearing it off and leaving the helo without controls. Everyone aboard the helicopter braced for impact, until the hull slammed into the ground, knocking them all off their feet.

Pushing herself to sit up, UMP45 nursed her head, and felt someone touch her shoulder. She turned to see UMP9, whose eyes were wide in fear. Even with her ears ringing, UMP45 could hear shouts and cheers from outside the helicopter. She looked around for her gun, but it was hanging by its sling in a locker.

UMP45 held her sister close, and closed her eyes in anticipation. Gunshots rang out, and the cheers turned into screams and guttural cries of pain. The sound of bodies hitting the floor was followed by silence, until barely audible footsteps approached the helicopter.

In one of the gashes made by the collision, UMP9 saw a gloved hand try to wrench part of the wreckage apart. On the person's wrist was a black wristwatch with an orange circle in the middle. UMP45, despite knowing the risk, decided to call out to the person.

"H-Hello?" The hand stopped. "Hello? Are you okay in there?" The person asked, peeking into the wreck. The voice was male, and slightly gruff. He eventually laid his eyes on the two girls, then looked at his watch. "I've got time... alright, I'm gonna get you outta here, how many of you are in there?" He asked, the first part under his breath.