Aiden Pearce Watch Dogs 2 Novels & Stories

AIDEN’s POV. My car was parked by the gate but I didn’t climb out because I was sure I would send Damian back to the moon goddess if I laid my eyes on him but the more I waited, the more my patience wore thin. I was about to lose my patience when I saw the gate open up and she stepped out. I was about to step out of the car when I saw Marcus walk out behind her. From where I was seated, I saw the two of them conversing and my woman did not look okay with whatever was going on. I didn’t want to say anything and watch from a distance but seeing the way she was uncomfortable made me upset and I found myself stepping out of the car.

All the painful memories of his past filled his head, if only he could tell her the truth he might feel a little less guilty about it. He searched for a file when his eyes fall on his laptop screen, the CCTV cameras throughout the building was directly linked to his laptop and to the security room. To his surprise he saw a man walking down the hallway, he was dressed in black and face hidden in his hoodie, he looked oddly familiar to Drake and as soon as the memory hit him, Drake shouted in disbelief “Aiden!”

W-A-T-C-H-I-N-G. He looked up. The faintest smile cold and furious touched his lips. Ryan swallowed, voice barely a whisper. “Then what do we do?” Adrien’s answer was soft but certain. “We listen He glanced toward the shattered remains of the surveillance equipment, then to Ryan a flicker of resolve lighting his tired eyes. “Round two,” he said, “just changed the rules.”

"We know about the Ghost Layer, Dominic." ​Reed smiled, a genuinely charming, terrifying smile. "Yes, the Ghost Layer. I designed it to broadcast the theft to the IRAB—the very body I control. You tell them I’m stealing it, and they’ll file a report with Vesper, my own company. A perfect closed loop."

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

Aiden fumed in anger, his eyes were on the corpse which laid on the floor, the man had dared to place a tracking chip inside him car. Aiden opened the door of the car, he had easily seen the tracker, pulled it out he dropped in on the floor and crushed it with his shoes. Running his hand through his thick black hair he cursed silently, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. “Hey boss”, The person said from the receiver in a calm voice.

The drone gives a perfect view of who is coming and going from the warehouse. The screen switches over to show body heat so I can count the number of people inside for myself, but I’m sure Zero has been keeping a count. I hit the top corner to connect with him. I pulled Zero into my fold years ago when he almost got nabbed by the FBI. “Have they arrived?” I ask when the phone connects. “Only Conor. There is no sign of Aidan.” I tap the driver's shoulder, letting him know to slow down as I pull through the shitty chain link gate and into the parking lot of the warehouse. That sinking feeling of something not adding up is still prickling at the back of my mind.

The city never truly slept; even in the dead hours, something hummed beneath it—machinery, blood, secrets. Dante moved like a shadow, senses sharp. Aiden followed close, laptop slung across his back, his pulse syncing to Dante’s footsteps. Together, they slipped through alleys and rooftops until the Council’s outer wall loomed ahead—reinforced steel, ten feet high. Dante crouched. “Two guards, east side. Motion sensors every twenty seconds.” “I can loop the feed,” Aiden said, pulling out a device barely larger than his palm. His fingers flew across it; a soft buzz filled the air, then silence. “We’ve got ten minutes.”

Call it yourself David, Adam's personal assistant. Even though it was nearing dawn, the two men did not fall asleep. Even though Adam hasn't slept in two days, but his two black beads are still perfectly open. Even still able to give everyone a glare. Adam and David were busy in front of a computer screen, they were working hard on a mission. David is a reliable hacker who can undoubtedly have his abilities, it only took hundreds of hours to complete the CCTV.

Not human. “Please,” Kai whispered. “For me.” Something in his voice cut through the rage. Damon held the grip—for a few seconds longer. Then he let go. Aiden fell to the floor—gasping. Choking. “It’s over,” Damon said. “Security is calling the police. You’re going back to prison.” Aiden laughed weakly. “You think this ends with me?” “What?” “I’m not the only one watching him.” Aiden’s smile was bloody. Broken. “There are others. Always others.”