Ryan Jackson: Alex Mason. File thick as a book and redacted beyond recognition. Bay of Pigs. Vorkuta. Dallas. Rumours and urban legends follow this man like a stench; it's near impossible to filter the truth from the fiction. But ask anyone. Mason was born and bred for the Division, a man who could think on his feet, improvise, and turn an ugly situation into a win. Take, for example, Operation Active Measures - a simple asset recovery gone sideways...
Mason hops from a ledge.
Mason: Hudson, man, something's not feeling right.
Hudson: Be cool. Nothing to be paranoid about now. Guy just wants to come in. Use your night vision to guide him through the tunnels without raising suspicion.
Mason: I see him. Approaching the asset now.
The man is killed by a sniper.
Mason: Sniper! There's a sniper! Hudson, he dropped something.
Hudson: Mason, check the body. Did he have anything?
Mason: Searching the body now.
Mason goes to the body and retrieves the microfiche.
Hudson: Damn. Head for the tunnel. You've got to move!
Mason goes down into the tunnel area.
Hudson: Hostiles everywhere! Take out the lights!
Mason shoots out a control panel, killing the lights.
Hudson: Use your night vision!
Mason continues through the tunnels.
Hudson: Pick up the pace, Mason. We have someone en route to pick you up, but he won't wait long.
Mason exits the tunnels.
Mason: Approaching now. Can't wait to see what's so goddamn important that the KGB would send a small army to get it back.
A car brakes in front of Mason.