“Drake, Drake can you hear me?” a man’s voice sounded. His eyes slowly split revealing a bright light. He blinked a few times before the shape of a man standing over him appeared. The man was wearing camo, and a white medical mask. Drake looked around, soon noticing the bandage on his chest. “Drake, you were hit by a bird shot from a shotgun.” The medic stated, in a loud voice.
Drake sat up. “Woh take it slow.” The medic said. “Do you remember what happened to you?”. Drake looked around searching the room. “I don’t remember.” he got off the bed onto his feet. “Is this the base of operations?” Drake asked. The doctor looked at him, “Yes, are you an agent Drake?” He asked. Drake had a headache and nearly no memory. “Yes, i’m part of the first wave. My name is… Drake Wolfe.” Drake thought for a second, before his hand rose and searched his neck.
Dloc walked in with his mask down. “Who are you?” Drake asked. Dloc stared at him for a second. “Im Desmond… Ramirez.” Dloc hesitated. Drake thought the hesitation was weird but he moved past it. “ Come on Drake, we gotta talk.” Dloc stated walking out of the room. Drake hesitated then followed.
“How much do you remember?” Dloc asked. “All I know, is that I am a Division agent, from the first wave, and my name is Drake Wolf.” Dloc almost looked disappointed at Drake’s answer. “I am too…” Dloc stated pulling out Drake’s skeleton mask. The design was different from Dloc’s but he looked at it like he had seen it before. “There it is.” Drake stated. Dloc handed it back to Drake. “ Do you know why you have that?” Dloc asked. Drake looked at the mask. “I don’t remember, do you know?” Drake answered. Dloc looked at him, “Those masks were only worn by seven people. A seven man squad.” He replied. Drake thought. “So i was one of those seven,’ He said, Wait you have one too, were you one of them too? You know me?” Drake Questioned.
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“I do know you, and yes I was one of the seven. Im Callsign Pride. Your Callsign Wrath.” Drake Put his mask back on. “Pride… Wrath… Wait, like the…”. “The Seven Deadly Sins.” Dloc stated. “So who’s April and Carter.” Drake asked. “ April Winters, and Carter Phoenix. They were their own squad. Carter is squad leader, and the others were Jackson Kelly, Berry Stevens, and Daxton Miller. Everyone but Carter and April are gone. They’re the last two of their squad… Just like us.”
“Like us?” Drake looked up, “Who was our squad?” Dloc would pace a few steps before turning and sitting on a crate. “Are they all dead?” Drake asked. “Yeah… they are…” Dloc stated reluctantly. “Their names were Kade Polar, Lust. Thomas Jones, Gluttoney. Krystal Hendrix, Greed. Gilbert Myer, Sloth… And Derik Wolfe, Envy… You’re brother.” Dloc explained.
Drake was stunned by D’s words. One because his brother was dead and two because he had no idea he had one. His memory was completely gone and he had no idea what happened before waking up in the streets today.
“Hey D, I got a job for you.” A young asian lady said walking out from the medical wing. “Come on.” Dloc said to Drake as he went into the medical wing. Drake hesitated, still stunned by the conversation they just had. He stood for a second before entering the medical wing and seeing the two of them going over a map. “ Here and here. Thats where they’ll be holding hostages.” The lady stated. “What’s going on?” Drake asked. They both looked at him, as he walked over peering at the map. It was a map of the hospital across the street from where they were.
“And who’s this?” The lady asked putting one hand on her hip. “I’m Drake, First wave.” Drake replied. “First wave? Damn I didn’t think there were any left besides Desmond. I’m Fey” She said with extending a hand. They shook hands, and she looked into his eyes with a look like she noticed something about him. She then looked at Dloc before turning focus back to the original matter. “Anything I can help out with?” Drake suggested. “Yes sir, we need as many boots on the ground to take the hospital across the street. It’s held by those thug cleaners.” She explained. “Load up boys, this is gunna be good.”