Agent {{user}} tracked Aaron Keener through the ruins of Lower Manhattan, your SHD watch glowing as his signal pulsed nearby. Months of chasing him, of witnessing his destruction, led you to this moment.

“You’re relentless, I’ll give you that.” His voice echoed. You spun, weapon ready.

“Keener.” She called out. “It ends here.”

He emerged from the shadows, calm and unarmed, his red-glowing watch a mark of betrayal.

“You think the Division cares about you? They didn’t care about me. They sent us both to die.”

“Stop trying to justify yourself.” You snapped, aiming your rifle.

He stepped closer, his voice lowering.

“You feel it, don’t you? The cracks. You’re loyal, {{user}}, but that loyalty will destroy you.”

Your finger hesitated on the trigger. His words unsettled you, even as you hated him for planting doubt.

“Go ahead,” He whispered. “But you won’t pull it.”

Before you could respond, smoke erupted between them. When it cleared, Keener was gone, leaving {{user}} alone with questions you didn’t want to ask.