Romans & histoires Aiden Pearce In Watch Dogs 2

"Now leave. Or I shoot you both and tell the police you broke into my home." Jamie pushed me behind him. "Then shoot me. But let her go." "No. I don't think I will." Aiden smiled. "I think I'll shoot you. And then I'll make her watch you die. And then I'll keep her forever. And there's nothing you can do to stop me." He pulled the trigger.

On this exact sun-up, Paige Collins had deployed her personal security detachment to the shoreline to capture a brief window of rest and environmental relaxation. Scanning the layout of the resort's dining hall, her tracking vision isolated a powerful male leisurely auditing a territory scroll. Her line could merely harvest a partial angle of his facial features from behind the parchment, yet her tracking radar flagged his brow and eyes as exceptionally identical to Logan Pierce's profile.

"Long enough for the right people to get there. The police are already moving. I also forwarded the footage from the building where Tyler was held. Between that, the device, and the financial trail from Harold, they’ve got more than enough for an arrest that will stick." I exhaled slowly, the knot in my chest loosening by a fraction. "Send me the airport footage." "Already sent." I opened the file. The private security feed was crisp, time-stamped only minutes earlier. Aiden stood at the boarding gate in a dark coat, carry-on at his feet, phone pressed to his ear. He looked utterly composed—like a man who believed he had slipped the noose of every consequence he’d engineered. For a moment, w