Hello everyone! I didn't come here for years I guess! But The Division is almost there and it just gave me the will to write again. I'm French so sorry if I make mistakes or if my English is sometimes bad, I do my best.

This is just some intro to my story "The winter wolf", where you'll meet Eric, Brad and Karen. I hope this few lines will make you come back!

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"Wait what? Are you sure, can you repeat?"

"I'm 100% sure, I can see the light. Dot dot dot dot… No, I'm sure, there's someone in here!"

"That could be a trap, it's too dangerous for you to go back there. How's Eric?"

"He stopped bleeding, but he's pretty weak. I tried to make him stay awake but it wasn't that successful…"

"Well ok… I can't access his pulse informations. Is his watch still ON?"

Brad just took a few steps foreward. Eric was laying on the floor, eyes closed. He almost looked calm, in peace. The snow was falling on Manhattan, the sky was grey, the air was cold. There only was a red, almost black blood trail on the snow, from when Eric took a bullet. Brad and Eric just had enough time to hide behind a wall before Eric passed out.

"Hey Brad, is his watch still on?"

Brad rubbed his face.

"Yes sorry, just give me a minute. Well no, it's broken, looks like it took a bullet."

"I can't check his pulse without his watch on, or his blood pressure. You'll have to measure his pulse manually. Do you remember how to do it?"

"Yep, of course I do."

Brad started counting. The pulse was slow, pretty slow.

"It's too slow Karen."

"Ok, I see. We don't have any other agent in your area. This area was supposed to be empty and you were not supposed to be in there."

"Well ok Karen, is it the time when you start to remember me of all the bullshit that Captain Clark told us some days ago? Will you tell me about how precious the sleeper agents are, how we are the best and only hope of all American citizens? "

"It's not what I meant Brad. What I meant is…"

"I'll tell you what I mean Karen. I saw this fucking morse code and couldn't just escape the area and come back to the camp saying it was another successful mission. We need to know what…"

"I meant that we have no one else in there because it was supposed to be empty. And you know the rules: when a place is empty, we close it then we send cleaners. The last agents who went there said they killed all remaining rebel forces. That's what I meant. And don't forget that I'm your operations coordinator, I won't be able to cover your back forever."

Brad was a former web developer. Eric used to work for the Knicks basketball team. The truth is, he used to sell tickets for the game. Brad and Eric met almost a year ago. Eric almost put a bullet through Brad's face when he entered their safehouse, the first time they met.

"At least you can aim fast" said Brad, smiling. Eric answered that he was sorry, that it was a brand new situation for him.

"As it's for each one of us I guess". Brad was a pragmatical kind of guy. Eric was some sort of dreamer, he always used to see the bright side of things, even when there was no bright side.

"What the hell would you say now, Eric?" said Brad, looking at his pale friend's face. What would he say.