Romans & histoires Aiden Pearce In Watch Dogs 2

“And we’ll face him. Together.” A knock interrupted the stillness. Three short taps. Jace froze. That was the signal—one of ours. He moved swiftly, opening the door just enough to reveal Aiden, bruised and breathing hard. “Got something,” he said. “You’re going to want to see this.” Minutes Later – Surveillance Room The footage Aiden pulled up was grainy but clear enough. Dominic. Nathan. A warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Maps. Weapons. Faces—some familiar, some unknown.

The air thickened, nearly turning suffocating. Aiden's monitor beeped faster. His good eye widened in raw terror. Harper didn't move. She stayed exactly where she was. Detective Reyes stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, a smile on his face. He looked at Aiden first, his smile widening. "One is a coward," he said softly. "Still shaking after all these years. Still waiting for the gun to go off." Aiden made a small, choked sound and pressed himself harder against the pillows. Reyes' gaze slid to Harper.

“I’m talking about—“ He felt it; just a split second and he ducked. The dagger pierced into his phone, narrowly missing his hand, and the force of the throw pinned the phone to the wall. Vance turned, and saw the blonde man from before. He looked absolutely dapper in his coat and slacks and polo shirt. His grey eyes looked cold, and he had a cigarette in one hand. “Hunter.” The rogue werewolf sneered at the man. “You can call me Aiden.” The man introduced himself with his gaze unwavering. “I think it’s good manners to introduce myself to the one I’m going to kill. You’re welcome.“ Vance growled, letting his fingernails morph into sharp claws. His transformation was slowly taking over him. “Y

My voice exploded with unreasonable anxiety. "We need a first aid kit and guns," he explained. "Guns?" I choked out, but he was already back in the car. I blinked a few times to look around. Aiden's Porsche landed at the foot of the hill, right by something that resembled a grove. The car itself looked like a ball of crushed metal. The fact that we were alive and almost unharmed should definitely be considered a miracle. Aiden returned a moment later, holding two guns in his hands. "This is for you." He handed me a Glock while he shrugged off his slightly torn jacket, put on a holster belt, and secured his Beretta.

“Go and find answers. Someone must know something.” Aidan was laughing when he blinked out of the car just before he drove through the gates. His mind returned to Dani. The hole in his chest was a wound he couldn’t ignore. But if she carried some of his strength, she would be harder to kill. The thought steadied him. Inside the conference room, five city guards snapped to attention beside Gray. He’d almost forgotten he’d summoned them.

He very much wished to finish them all faster and go after the other two jeeps that were on trial of Alpha Ryan. Just as he slammed one of the rouges with a double leg takedown, he saw Luka and Amanda barging in and running after the other jeeps. Aiden breathed a sigh and started to concentrate on the ones standing in front of him. Two rogues lunged at him from behind and locked on his hands pulling at his shoulders, Aiden was practically dragged back, chest going forward when three more tried to get him from the front. He lashed out at knee joint on the one at his right, with his legs. The rogue buckled and fell down; Aiden heaved and threw the one holding his right hand over his shoulder a

I say, my voice cold, lethal. "Aiden? What are you doing?" "I’m going to make him think it’s already over," I whisper. "I’m going to make him think he’s already lost." I hang up. I look at the door. I know he’s standing on the other side. Listening. "Let him listen," I whisper. I start to type. System Override: Initiate Phase Two. The screen turns gold. Target: Liam. I’m coming for you, I think, watching the cursor blink in the darkness.

He smelled of old tobacco and unwashed skin. He looked at Aiden with eyes that were cold and empty. He didn't fight back. He didn't even move. He just let Aiden shake him, the unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. A sudden flicker of light and realization flashed in Aiden's eyes. His grip tightened, his heart hammering against his ribs. "It’s you," Aiden whispered, his voice thick with rage. "You were at the warehouse - it’s you I saw after the explosion. And now you’re at my front door.

I walked over to the window, my mind immediately shifting back to the perimeter security files. Before I could even sit down at my desk, the door pushed open again. Aiden walked into the private room, his expression incredibly grim, with the young, fast-rising guard Vans stepping in right behind him. Both of them looked alert, their bodies tense and ready for action. "Alpha, we have an unusual update from the perimeter tracking teams," Aiden reported, his voice dropping into a low, serious tone. "Speak," I commanded, leaning against the edge of the mahogany desk.

“Sorry to intrude. When I saw you earlier, I just… I thought that was you. But I didn’t want to bother you.” I hesitated, but stepped forward. “Do I know you?” “No, but I know of you,” he said warmly. “Name’s Pierce. Here with family. We’re staying just a few doors down. Hope I’m not overstepping.” There was something in his smile. Something too smooth. Still, I kept my tone neutral. “It’s fine. My son and I are having a nice time.” He glanced toward the open door, where Aiden’s game controller clicks echoed. “Lucky kid.”