Division in the Ranks (Tom Clancy’s The Division x Worm)

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Division in the Ranks

Disclaimer: Wildbow owns Worm and Ubisoft owns The Division

Summary: The Gift of a Mother gives rise to an effective agent.

Prologue:

The day of her mother's funeral came and went with naught but a whisper.

Even now weeks later the whole forlorn event just didn't feel real to Taylor.

Annette had always been a strong insurmountable figure in Taylor's mind, the fact that her mother had died to a car crash of all things, just didn't seem real or feel right.

Staring down at the watch that Annette had entrusted to her, Taylor couldn't help but remember the words Annette had told her so long ago.

"This watch is a vow Taylor, a duty and obligation. And all who wear it have a heavy burden to carry when the time calls." Taylor still didn't really understand what Annette had meant by that, Taylor was keen to learn.

Pulling on her mother's watch, Taylor quickly finished getting dressed before making her way towards her basement.

Annette had left many, many videos behind to help aid in her training.


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Opening her locker Taylor wasn't surprised to find that once again it had been vandalized. It was routine at this point. Not that she actually bothered leaving anything of value in said locker, and honestly hadn't since the first day of high school three years ago.

Honestly the only reason she bothered to check in on her locker was because the camera would most likely die or run out of memory. Plus having a routine made for a wonderful aliable and cover.

Not that it hadn't backfired spectacularly at least once.

Specifically her sophomore year after winter break when the Trackstar and her ex best friend decided that shoving her into a locker filled with used and rotting tampons would make for a great "prank".

Honestly the only reason she hadn't gone to the police yet was A) Sophia was apparently fucking Shadow Stalker resident edge lord Heroine working for the government. But also because B) she was waiting for Emma and Sophia to turn eighteen so she could slam them with all the evidence she'd gathered on their crimes and have them charged as adults for all the shit they'd put her through as "kids".

Not even Emma's asshole lawyer daddy would be able to get her ass out of that particular fire.

"Extremis malis extrema remedia," Taylor entoned softly to herself before slamming her locker shut, her task completed. She'd backup the data she'd pulled from the hidden camera in her locker later.

It was a moment that Taylor would remember for the rest of her life. The end of the world as you know it is kind of memorable like that.

It started with the sound of sirens. Deep resonating tones that struck terror in everyone it touched. It was a sound that Taylor had only heard once before.

An Endbringer was coming to the Eastern Seaboard.

 

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Division in the Ranks



Disclaimer: Wildbow owns Worm and Ubisoft owns The Division

Summary: The Gift of a Mother and a slight oversight lead to a Division Agent's rise where none should have been found.

Taylor Hebert daughter of Annette Hebert here to stand in the boots her mother left behind.

Extremis Malis Extrema Remedia

"Isaac Talking"
"Human Talking"
'Human Thinking'
"Radio Talking"

Chapter 1: Venice 2.0

The first sign to Taylor that things weren't going to get better in Brockton Bay after Leviathan's attack was when the waters didn't start receding.

Brockton Bay was a port town on the east coast. Getting flooded and slammed by tropical storms was a daily occurrence sometimes. So the city planners had done a great job of ensuring that the city could and would easily shrug off any flooding that tried to build up.

That didn't happen though, not this time. This time the water stayed, filling the streets and floors of all the buildings in the lower levels of the city.

Turning Brockton Bay into the east coast's equivalent of Venice Italy.

The fires and riots started a few days later, a state of emergency after that, and rampant gang violence after that.

In the squat span of a few weeks Brockton Bay had descended into complete and utter madness.

So Taylor wasn't at all surprised when her watch finally, FINALLY lit up. The L.E.D. border of the watch meant to denote the time glowing a bright fluorescent orange and stayed that way.

"Finally," Taylor whispered with a relieved sigh, very much glad she hadn't wasted the last three days sealing the bottom floors and basements of the houses on her block with flex tape (hey that shit actually worked) and the week after it took to drain and dry out all the water and find all the leaky holes to also seal with flex tap.

Hard work, and extremely difficult to do alone. But now she had a base of operations set up and a number of safe houses for supply storage.

Going down into her basement, Taylor quickly moved over to the steamer trunk that sat in a corner of the room, pieces of brick and cement still surrounding it, evidence of its fresh excavation from the wall. Well that and the giant hole in the wall behind it.

Popping open the steamer trunk, Taylor was truly glad to see that her mother's last gifts were still there, waiting for her.

"I hope I'm worthy mom." Taylor whispered reverently to herself. Reaching into the trunk Taylor quickly pulled out the go-bag stored within. It would have most of what she'd need immediately stored inside.

"Contacts, Isaac Brick, Earpiece, Pulse… it's all here!" Taylor cheered softly to herself quickly putting in the contacts and earpiece before activating the Isaac Brick, and pairing the contacts and earpiece to the device.

"Warning! Unknown user detected! Please state your credentials!" Came a robotic though undeniably male voice, presumably Isaac… or so Taylor hoped.

"User, Hebert A. 953BB514." Taylor stated with a confidence she didn't have. Hoping against hope that the codes and phrases that her mom had left her would work.

"Hebert A. 953BB514 is registered as deceased please try different credentials." Came Isaac's immediate rejection, which in of itself stung slight. Five years since her mother's death and still it hurt.

"Legacy user, Taylor A. Hebert 953BB514." Taylor tried, Annette had warned her that Isaac could be stubborn.

"No such designation is available. Please try different credentials." Isaac stated with all ardor of a toaster.

"Isaac please! The call has gone out and I'm a local resource who has already secured several houses for agent usage!" Taylor argued, formulating an idea and quickly went through the process of handshaking her watch with Isaac's brick. "I've even gone through the same training as a normal agent!"

"....Very well Agent… you are lacking in a number of qualifications… but I shall leave your deployment status to the Division Commander." Isaac stated after a long pause (which in itself was surprising considering he was some sort of country wide hyper intelligent A.I.) a notification popping up in Taylor's scantek lens notifying her of the creation of her profile and in system credentials.

"Thank you Isaac. I won't let you down." Taylor swore pulling on her gear and ensuring that Isaac's brick was secured to her backpack.

"It was determined that you would have attempted to continuously interfere with Division operations in an attempt to render aid." Isaac drawled, as Taylor moved away from the steamer trunk and marched to a gun safe partially hidden under the stairs. And removed a revolver and a double barrel shotgun stored within.

Sliding the revolver into a thigh holster, Taylor cracked open the rifle and cleared the two dummy shells out of it before flipping it shut with a satisfying click.

"Yeah, I honestly would have. Extremis malis extrema remedia Isaac." Taylor admitted a satisfied grin stretching across her face as she slipped the shotgun into its sling, before finally leaving the basement and making her way up towards her room and exit. The couple hundred shells and bullets that she had stored under her bed sounded like a decent enough amount of ammunition to carry with her. No need to pull anymore out of the ammo safe.

"Extremis Malis, Extrema Remedia Ms. Hebert."

DitR​

The sea, a vast unknownable conundrum. Simultaneously devoid of all life and absolutely teaming with it.

For Johanna Shepherd the sea had always been a place of comfort and serenity. A place she could go and unleash all her self doubts, fears, and indecisions. A place she knew without a shadow of a doubt would never judge her or decry her worries.

For the sea was simply a place of dreams with no memory. A place of serenity that Johanna Shepherd was desperately trying to drown herself in. For she knew without a shadow of a doubt that her destination that lay beyond it was a city of nightmares.

A den of iniquity and madness that only the truly deranged ordained to willingly stay within. A place that Johanna in all her years as a professional soldier (and who had seen multiple combat tours) still did not feel even slightest bit adequately prepared to have to face again.

"Commander Shepherd? We'll be arriving in Brockton Bay within the hour, and have already received multiple rsvps from Agents living/local to the area." Came the voice of Johanna's aid, cutting through the near meditative fog she had slipped into.

"Thank you Tali. Rouse the rest of the first wave agents. Knowing this shit hole of a town, some of the more violent locals, are going to be more than happy to greet us when we make land." Johanna sighed, resisting the urge to reach for her cigarettes. She'd had one today already, and Tali would pitch a fit if she caught Johanna with more.

The constantly suited medic and germaphobe was predictable like that.

"Got it Commander. Should I send a warning to the Local Agents?" Tali quarried her muffled voice still somehow managing to carry her concern through the triple layered filter mask she wore.

"They're Brocktonites. I'm sure they have everything well in hand already." Johanna replied, waving her hand dismissively.

"If you say so commander."

[Chapter End]​