Aiden Pearce In Watch Dogs 2 Novels & Stories

Aiden "We checked every internal camera feed, sir. There was a deliberate glitch, a momentary obscuring of the lens, on the second floor, facing Mr. Aiden's suite. Someone knows the routine, and they know the blind spots." Daron Said. He didn't look at any of us. He was a machine built for bad news. My blood ran cold. Someone had been watching.

He saw the flush on his neck. "He's magnificent," Aiden whispered. He watched Julian claim he was forced. Aiden smiled. It was a brilliant performance. Julian was playing the game perfectly. But when Miller mentioned the safe house, Aiden’s smile faded. "No," he said. "Not yet." He typed furiously on a keyboard. He had hacked into the police dispatch frequency an hour ago. He was listening to the chatter. He knew the transport route. He knew the car model. He knew the license plate.

Because one mistake… One wrong breath… And everything would unravel. The police had set up a small workstation on the coffee table. One was typing into his system, cross-checking digital databases. The other was on the house landline, speaking to someone about biometric verification protocols. Every now and then, both officers would glance between their devices and the two suspects. Every time their eyes passed over him, Aiden’s heartbeat kicked just a little harder. He could not afford a single slip. He could not afford discovery. Then, a vibration buzzed silently through his palm. Aiden’s phone, tucked deep in his pocket.

"Did you see Hugh?" Rex's eyes darted toward the back. "Yeah—yeah! He ran into the back room! Someone was chasing him, man. I—I didn't have time to warn him. I’m sorry, bro—" "It’s okay," I said, though my stomach twisted into knots. I was about to move when Aiden emerged from the hallway, his face unreadable, his gun now tucked away in his pocket. He looked untouched. Unshaken. My blood ran cold. I wanted to approach him. I wanted to bow his brains off but I stopped myself.

And in the centre, through the large glass panels, Luca. Bound. Bruised. His face was streaked with blood and dirt. But his eyes—sharp, defiant—locked onto Aiden’s the instant he appeared. Aiden’s chest tightened. “Wolf… we go in now. Quiet, precise. No mistakes.” Wolf nodded. “I got your back. But be ready—they know we’re coming.” Aiden pulled a small device from his pocket—a jammer he’d used on previous missions. A quick click, and all communications and surveillance in the warehouse went dark.

I find him wearing a shirt and so I take a pair of my cotton shorts and try wearing them as fast as I can as he calls someone. "Fuck!" he throws his phone away and turns to me. "I need you to listen to me Alex. Stay here and shoot at anyone who gets in." I nod but I don't plan on doing it. I asked to be trained to be strong and I will get out there and fight. Aiden gives me a quick kiss and leaves. I wait for thirty seconds and get out too. The gunshots have stopped. That is what I realize first. I lower my gun just to be alert and walk down the staircase silently. I don't see any damages apart from the bullet holes on the opened door. I get out to see the real damage. Three of Aiden's are d

Maybe she was the only one in this city who didn’t know she was a weapon. Wouldn't that make her an interesting pawn? He thought, amused. He closed the file again. The sound of paper slapping shut echoed like a gunshot. He wasn’t sure who he’d use this against yet — Seraphina or Lucian. Maybe both. Maybe neither. But one thing was certain. Whatever game Lucian Vale thought he’d started, Aiden will watch. It now belonged to him. --- Aiden didn’t dream often, but when he did, it was always her.

I let out and I try to grab her face to kiss her, but the fucking dog growls and jumps at me, "Hey!" "Down, Chocolate!" Aiden orders with a strong voice, making the stupid beast retreat. Of course, the dog listens to him, "I got someone. He'll be here soon." "Already? Jesus, you're so capable," Lily says, looking at him with heart eyes. I don't mind, she looks just like that when she looks at me, "Who is it?" "Hector, one of the guards. He has experience training dogs for the K-9 division, I remember he told me that one time," he says, showing off his impressive memory.

When Damien's arm wrapped around my trembling shoulders, I didn't push him away. I leaned stiffly against him, using his strength to get to my feet. "Smart girl." Damien seemed pleased, his large hand tightening possessively around my waist. In that exact second, an entire wall of the motel exploded inward. Through the dust and splintered wood, a figure emerged from the ruin. Aiden. He didn't look like an Alpha. He looked like a storm given human form, his eyes twin pits of crimson fire. Behind him, Liam and his Black-Ops guards raised their silver-laced guns.