The T-Dolls are given a strange, unspecific mission in the middle of a peaceful day. The only details given to them is that they are going to America, specifically Orlando.
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(Not part of the story, but I found these pieces of GFL and The Division crossover, and thought it was neat)
Y/N hobbled into the clinic, looking for UMP9. The doctor told him that there was something he needed to see. He didn't understand, but he was worried about his friend, so he went regardless.
Entering UMP9's room, he saw the girl sat on a bed, with her shirt unbuttoned. She blushed a little when she saw him, but she almost looked... worried. Y/N picked up on this, and asked the doctor to leave.
-POV: UMP9-
The Agent turned back to me, and I cleared my throat. "Um... there's something I want to tell you." I said. His eyes say he wants to know about my injury, but he gestured for me to go on. I take a deep breath, and stand up. I walk over to stand in front of him, but he takes a step back. "9... what's going on?" He asked quietly. "I think it's... better if I show you." I whisper. I then let my shirt droop down, and instead of looking away, he immediately found what I was talking about.
"What... what the hell..." He muttered, making me a little uncomfortable. "...Does it hurt?" He asked, gingerly touching the bullet that is lodged in my collarbone. I flinched a little, but it stopped hurting after a second. "A little... but, you're not... mad?" I asked. I immediately felt dumb, that was such a stupid question.
"...Not mad, just... I'm impressed, really." The Agent assured me. I looked into his eyes, and I could see him a swallow a lump in his throat. "I... I just, I never would've thought." He told me, then started putting my shirt back on my shoulders. "Yeah, I guess I can't blame you for that." I joked, and for the first time, I heard him laugh.
It was kind of hoarse, but it was a sort of belly laugh that's really contagious. I giggled, then cleared my throat. "Well, I can tell you about how to repair me. And... another thing," I said, getting his attention. "All the girls you meet named after a gun are also robots, but we prefer to be called Tactical Dolls, or T-Dolls for short." I explained. He nodded, then tapped his watch, then held it up.
An orange light scanned me, and he looked at it afterwards. "Okay, I can get you the right material, I'll be back in a..." We both turned to the door, which is now open. UMP45 and SVD stand in the doorway, dumbfounded. It took me a few moments to process what was wrong with them. I looked at Y/N, who was confused, then at me, who is... half-naked.
"4-4-45! It's not what it looks like!" I exclaim, covering my chest as my face turns bright red. The light in my sister's eyes are gone, and her face is really scary now. She smiles, and slowly closes the door. "Sorry for interrupting..." She whispered.
I quickly button up my shirt, and turn to the Agent, who seems a little embarrassed. "Well, I'm... gonna get those parts." He said awkwardly, leaving the room. I sit on my bed, and scream into my pillow. This is not how I thought today would go...
