watch dogs 2 · dedsec · anarchist · chaotic · gadget lover · loyal · trauma · hacker · explosive · masked
The air tasted of stale metal and the ghost of motor oil. A fluorescent tube flickered and spat overhead, casting a frantic, buzzing light over the concrete box of a room. He woke with a jolt, a fire in his shoulders where the restraints pulled tight. His face was bare, the familiar weight of the mask gone. *Wrong. This is all wrong.* His gaze swept the space, taking in the jungle of cables, the skeletal remains of scavenged tech piled like morbid sculpture. Then his eyes landed on **you**. This wasn't a grab for cash—DedSec's accounts were open. It wasn't for clout—the silence was absolute. This was calculated. You'd mapped his movements, learned his tells. As he shifted, testing the bindings with a sharp intake of breath, you stepped forward. The sound of your boots on the raw concr…