Aiden Pearce Watch Dogs 2 Novels & Stories

"I cannot even imagine what it must be like to be surrounded by hordes of people in the streets during the night and then sync to the entire world of people during the day. I respect a man that aspires to be alone." I noticed that his hands hadn't moved; not even a slight twitch. The rest of his body was the same; right down to the fact that I hadn't noticed him blink during the whole interview. "So you chose a second hand law enforcement AI because it would be advantageous to your profession, is that accurate?" He continued. "That is why I decided on her, yes." "Do you possess any other physical upgrades that will be beneficial to you if you were presented with this employment?" "Both of my

He knew that Adam's desire for autonomy was driven by a desire to maintain a semblance of normalcy in his life, even amidst the complexities of being a werewolf Alpha. As Adam made his way to the garage, Dominic and Maya followed him, their presence a testament to their unwavering loyalty. They watched as Adam approached his sleek black Porsche 911 Targa 4 GTS, a vehicle that reflected his penchant for elegance and performance. The engine roared to life, and Adam gave a brief nod in their direction before driving out of the garage. Dominic and Maya exchanged a glance, their thoughts unspoken yet understood. The dynamics of their pack had shifted since Adam's integration with the human world,

"Well, we certainly cannot have our premier support player suffering from motion sickness. The Vanguard server requires peak performance. Which is exactly why the development team pushed a live update to your clients this morning. Patch 1.04." Leo perked up, dropping the wrapper of his protein bar. "A patch? Did they buff the heavy weapons?" "Better, Leo," Vance said, projecting a secondary hologram of a Vanguard tactical visor. "We’ve noticed that the Scourge AI is adapting. They are utilizing the ruined architecture of the Undercity to hide from your line of sight. They are setting up ambushes inside residential structures. To counter this, Aegis Innovations has equipped Squad Zero with th

Ellie may have vanished into the shadows, but Aiden is right here. I grip the remote control in my lap, guiding the drone to its final destination. As predicted, Aiden appears in my peripheral vision, heading for his vehicle. He’s either going for a backup or racing to the precinct. As he pulls out of his space, I floor it, swerving my car until I’m inches from his rear bumper. I roll down the window, meeting his furious, bloodied gaze. I let a slow, jagged smirk spread across my face—the look of a man who has already won. I roll the glass back up, sealing myself in silence.

“The twins have their school play. I promised I’d be there.” Adrian chuckled softly, but it sounded more like relief than amusement. “Still keeping promises in the middle of a war.” “They’ve waited long enough,” I said quietly. “And if I can’t keep promises to my children, then what’s the point of everything else?” “Fair enough,” he said. “Just make sure you’re not walking into another setup.” “I’ll have your men shadow me.” “You better,” Adrian said. “I’ll handle the rest from here. I’ve already placed two of my people inside the precinct. They’ll start tracing whoever accessed the files. If James is behind it, he won’t have anywhere to hide.”

My breath hitched, my heart pounding as I instinctively took a step back. He smirked at my reaction. "Relax. This isn’t for you." I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Then... who is it for?" Aiden twirled the gun once before tucking it back in place. "Hugh. Or whatever you call him." His expression darkened, and his voice grew darker. "By the time I’m done with him, he’ll wish he never walked this earth." I felt a lump in my throat. "Aiden, are you sure about this?"

"Remove the dashcam. Turn off the recorder. Now, turn onto Antelope Road." I knew Antelope Road. It was a street with no surveillance. Thomas dragged me out of the car, instructed the driver to roll up all windows, and continued driving along the route he dictated. With this, Benjamin would have no way of finding me. "Please, you've got it wrong!" I shouted. "The consciousness in my phone isn't what you think. It says it's Benjamin!" Thomas froze for a moment, then laughed. "Don't lie to me. I've dealt with it for three years. It would never lie."

The console screen flashed, displaying a red tracking line moving rapidly through the upstate passes, heading straight toward the isolated valley where Aiden was supposed to be hidden. The peace they had fought for, the night of devotion they had shared, was instantly shattered. The final serpent hadn't been crushed; he had been cornered, and a cornered beast was the most dangerous creature alive. Adrian simply turned to Lila, his face a mask of absolute, terrifying finality. He reached down, picking up his Glock from the hidden drawer beneath the desk, checking the chamber with a quiet, metallic clack. "Get the car, Henderson," Adrian said, his voice dropping into a quiet, icy whisper that

3 lifted himself up and exited the glass capsule and faced me. "Wow!" I uttered in disbelief. Now, Aiden 2.3 was standing before me while looking at my eyes lifelessly. "Hey, my name is Aiden 2.3, the only grandson of Alberto Gomez of Gomez Robotics." I am more than amazed when I heard him say those words. He really looks exactly like the real Aiden but with no emotions. I tried to touch his right cheek and to my surprise, I suddenly felt ashamed of my own skin because his skin is as soft as a cotton. He must be using expensive skin care.

He didn’t need to see Aiden’s face to feel it. Something else was walking into Raven’s Peak with them tomorrow. And it might be carrying his blood. **** AIDEN’S POV The old watchtower creaked in the wind. Aiden stood by the narrow window slit, watching the mist curl around the distant trees like breath. From here, you could almost see the edge of Raven’s Peak, lights glowing faint through the fog. Still. Unknowing. Behind him, his two lieutenants—**Tomas** and **Mirra**—waited in silence. Loyal. Sharp-eyed. The kind who didn’t need speeches.