Wrenches Mask From Watch Dogs 2 Novels & Stories

He smirked and walked out of the door. My eyes widened and I quickly removed all the wires from my body and headed for the door. I banged hard but it was locked from the outside. "Open this fucking door, Sandro! Please let me out, I have to go!!" I yelled out loud. * * * It was already evening as I watched the city from my hospital window. I looked down at the Polar Vantage V2 on my wrist. It was a heart-monitoring watch and it looked very expensive. Alessandro was a jerk! I cussed again and rubbed my forehead.

I grip the chain, not letting him remove it, but all he does is smile. “Relax, Ella. I’m only replacing it, so you don’t have two chains around your neck.” He holds up a watch and presses the button on the side, and all the guards grab at their ears, “Sorry guys, I had to show her how to use it, and it needed to be tested anyway.” He chuckles but Owen and Malik continue to glare at him. I chuckle myself, and then remove the alarm and hand it to him before he puts the watch onto my wrist and buckles it. I hold my arm up, so I can admire the pretty-looking piece of metal, and it really does look lovely.

He smirked and walked out of the door. My eyes widened and I quickly removed all the wires from my body and headed for the door. I banged hard but it was locked from the outside. "Open this fucking door, Sandro! Please let me out, I have to go!!" I yelled out loud. * * * It was already evening as I watched the city from my hospital window. I looked down at the Polar Vantage V2 on my wrist. It was a heart-monitoring watch and it looked very expensive. Alessandro was a jerk! I cussed again and rubbed my forehead.

Edward’s POV I stood before the full-length mirror in my private chambers, lifting my wrists to my nose for the fourth time in ten minutes. The new scent masking formula Dr. Voss had developed under my death threat seemed to be working perfectly, but paranoia made me check repeatedly for any trace of my true Rogue nature. The silvery ointment had absorbed completely into my skin, leaving no visible residue while creating an invisible barrier against detection. Even my enhanced werewolf senses couldn’t penetrate the chemical mask. Penelope’s newly awakened abilities would find nothing suspicious.

"I don't believe it. It wasn't an illusion of love. You love me, don't you?" He stood up and tried to embrace me, but a pair of hands stopped him. At some point, Waylon had appeared beside us, standing protectively between Jackson and me. "My dear." Waylon ignored Jackson and turned to me. "Why don't you go try on the wedding dress first? I'll come find you a bit later, alright?" I nodded helplessly and left first. I knew Waylon had always been bothered by the fact that I lost my wolf because of that wooden mask, and he wanted an opportunity to teach Jackson a harsh lesson.

I went straight to the bathroom and tried my best to look at the wound on the back of my head. Luckily for me, it turned out to only be a little gash. I brushed my teeth and took a hot shower, gritting my teeth as the hot water on the wound sent shots of unbearable pain through me. When I was done, I dressed up in a pair of navy blue cargo shorts and a black T-shirt. I then went to the safe in the closet and punched in my six-digit code, and the door opened. I reached inside the safe and pulled out a black Glock. Then I grabbed a couple of bullet magazines and put them in my pocket.

I breathed. I quickly changed, disappointed that I would be leaving the beautiful dress Bram picked out for me behind. I pulled on the skintight pants and long-sleeved shirt. Strapping the knives to my outer thighs now, I pulled out the mask from my clutch and placed it over my eyes, tying it securely at the back of my head then pulled on the pair of black gloves I had brought with me. Next, I pulled out the signal jammer, opened the small case, and switched it on. I quickly managed to tap into the securities mainframe, attaching the jammer frequency to any cameras in the east wing corridor and the vault rooms that were located at the other end of this corridor.

My dick twitches at the thought of biting and sucking on that neck while holding on to those curves. Shit. I can't have a boner in front of so many people. Mona excuses herself and walks out of the room, she must be headed to the restrooms, I'm contemplating whether to follow her but as if to help my dick fall, the one man who has me having anger short circuits follows her out.

Whoever it was let it's weight plop down on the couch as she heard the chair creak. Theresa held on to the plunger like her life depended on it, squeezing it tightly with both hands as she advanced further through the passage. Like those undeecover cops she watched in movies, her head popped into the living room for a second to catch a glimpse a person, but she could barely see anything as he laid on the couch. All she could get was the hair. She rested her back to the wall, holding up the plunger so close to her face like it was a pistol.

“This was planned.” Alexander leaned forward. “Can you identify the person?” Hale sighed. “The mask makes it difficult. But…” She pressed another button. The camera zoomed in slightly — shaky, pixelated — but enough. A small detail stood out. On the masked figure’s wrist was a silver bracelet. Lena blinked. “I’ve seen that before.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “So have I.” Hale took notes. “It looks… feminine.” Lena’s heart dropped. “Do you think it’s someone I work with?”