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Watch Dogs: Legion x AmRev

@burgoyned Ch. 8 complete! Feedback and thoughts if you wish ^^

Chapter 8: It Takes Two To Resist

Readying his stance, Howe gave a small “come at me” sign with his right hand. Immediately he dodged a sharp kick to his head. Glad those weeks of training with Clinton paid off. The Horseman gave a jab, and Howe blocked it with his hands. A sharp pain arose, and he quickly pulled back. Fuck! He’s wearing a brass knuckle! Spikes shone on the gold brass knuckle that was now red with his blood. Shaking it off, Howe quickly dodged another attack. “COME ON KICK HIS HEAD OFF!!” “BREAK HIS LEGS!!” “PULL HIS BONES OUT!!” the crowd was yelling. Oh boy, this gonna be a long one. William attempted a punch, but the man swiftly dodged the attack. His black leather vest glistened under the spotlights. Blood was now dripping from the open holes in Howe’s right hand. He secretly gestured towards his friends while avoiding another kick to the head. Gage turned to the others. “Might as well make this quick.” He leaped over the railings. The announcer yelled, “THIS IS GETTING MORE INTERESTING BY THE MINUTE!!” Gage whistled towards the Horseman. “HEY, YOU!! OVER HERE!!”

Realizing he was outnumbered, the “White” Horseman beckoned for two of his teammates to help. One wearing a black bandana with a neon red skull appeared and the other also wore a black bandana with a neon green skull. The “Red” Horseman had a thin frame, while the “Green” Horseman was a burly figure. All wore the same outfit as their leader. The “Red” Horseman proceeded to attack Gage. Gage yelped and quickly ran. Howe, who was watching Gage avoid the attacks, ran over to the “Green” Horseman, and gave a sharp knee to the head. His attack, however, was blocked as his opponent grabbed his kneecaps and threw him across the arena. William was knocked into Gage, and the two men hit the ground. Stunned, Howe looked up to see the “White” Horseman kneeling over him. Pulling out his phone, he said “Listen. We don’t have to fight. I’m just here to see my brother Richard. I just want him to meet me at The Earl’s Fortune tonight. There is something urgent I need to speak to him about. Please.” I don’t know why I’m pleading with this man. He might not even be Richard.

Thankfully, the “White” Horseman got up and walked away from Howe. Looking over, the fighter saw Gage slowly getting up while rubbing his head. By this time, the crowd was growing restless over the event. He watched the Horseman speaking to his other crew members in low whispers. After some time, the three Horsemen left the arena with the “Red” Horseman giving a finger towards Howe and Gage. As they disappeared backstage, the crowd groaned in displeasure. The announcer spoke out. “WELL, THAT WAS CERTAINLY A TURN OF EVENTS! WE LIKE TO THANK YOU FOR TUNING IN AND HOPEFULLY SEE YOU HERE NEXT TIME!!” The spotlights shut off and the main arena lights turned on. As the crowd dispersed, André and the others jumped in to help their friends up. “Glad you almost got yourself killed today,” Burgoyne joked as he pulled Gage up. “Yeah well…it’s something…” the recruit moaned. Clinton noticed the blood dripping from Howe’s right hand. “Let’s head back to the Safehouse. We should get that checked out.

DedSec left the arena and by the time they arrived the clock on the Big Ben chimed 6:00 PM. Entering the pub, the crew walked past the lounge and bar where Clinton spotted a familiar face chatting with Hanger. He turned to the others. “You guys go on ahead-“ “CORNWALLIS! HOLY CRAP WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” André exclaimed. Cornwallis turned around and saw DedSec looking at him. “I’m just here to relax. Oh yeah, the nice job nearly getting your head kicked off today. You guys were also at the event, yes? Saw y’all standing in the front row,” he said, smirking. Clinton shook his head while Howe looked away feeling his face turning red. Gage and Burgoyne ushered their friend into the Safehouse while André and Clinton stood by the bar. Looking at this watch, Cornwallis chugged his vodka before getting up. “Well, it was nice seeing you here. Gotta run.” “Wait! Don’t you want to join DedSec?” André asked. Cornwallis gave him a weird look. “Why would I want to join a terrorist organization?” “André come on. He’s not going to budge,” Clinton muttered, tugging at his friend’s sleeves. André did not budge. “We’re not a terrorist organization! Just come to the Safehouse and we’ll show you!” “Maybe. Listen, I’ve got stuff to do, and I don’t want to get put on Albion’s hitlist or something, so unless you can prove to me that I can trust your organization I’ll have to decline.”

Cornwallis turned to leave the pub. André groaned in frustration before following Clinton. Reaching the main room, André propped down on his seat. Bagley spoke up. “I’ve managed to clear all the junk data from the laptop. It appears that this is more complicated than we thought. It’s a tangled web of connections all leading to Germain. We’ll need to take care of the others first.” “Great. Can we leave that aside now? I’ve just met a friend of mine upstairs and he won’t join my crew.” “A pity. Just as pitiful as the fight today. Could’ve seen some action occurring.” “Yeah, well, I don’t want my head to roll Bagley,” Howe snapped as he stormed out from the back room. Gage and Burgoyne followed quietly behind him. Raising his bandaged right hand, Howe continued. “I can wear this as a badge of pride, but let it be a reminder I will NOT be setting foot near that place again!” “You’re just bitter you didn’t win,” snickered Gage.

Howe collapsed onto the sofa and stared into the distance. Clinton, who was leaning against Bagley’s table, got up and followed Gage and Burgoyne upstairs to the pub. Only André and Howe were left in the Safehouse. Playing with a Rubik’s cube, André looked at his friend. “Come on now. It was once in a lifetime opportunity. You took it well.” “Yeah, well hopefully that person can pass on my message to Richard, and he can meet me at the pub.” “Oh? You extended an invite? How brave of you. Hopefully, he gets it.” “We shall see,” William sighed as he turned over and fell asleep.

Hours passed until Howe felt himself being jolted by André. “I think he’s outside the pub waiting for you,” the hacker whispered. Howe checked his phone. It was 9:00 PM. Stretching, the fighter got off the couch and shook his right hand. “What makes you think it’s him?” he asked. André held up William’s phone. A message was on the screen. “‘Outside. Where are you?’” it read. “Hmph. Ok. See you in a bit,” Howe said quietly as he left the Safehouse. Walking into the pub, he saw Hanger comforting a now drunk Burgoyne at the bar while Gage and Clinton talked and laughed. Patrons sat at the lounge while BBC News aired on TV. Walking out, Howe looked around before spotting a hooded figure pacing back and forth next to a grey sport motorcycle. Suspicious, Howe approached him. The figure turned around. The facial look and structure were unmistakable.

Wearing a spiked long leather vest zipped up, black jeans, and grey spiked combat boots, Richard took off his hood. “Richard…Oh my God, I’m so glad to- “ “Just cut your bullshit and tell me what you want,” his brother snapped. He’s still not over that argument. “Listen, I checked the records from the Metropolitan Police Department and her name isn’t listed.” “And?” “I also went to the hospital near the explosion site-“ “Wait, Royal London Hospital? You were there too?” Richard stopped and stared at his brother. So it was him! “It was you… You left that note on the car…” William’s head began to feel faint. Tapping his heel against the stone road, Lord Howe smirked. “So, you knew. I did clear out all the data at every hospital. No names were found. I guess you were right. Caroline isn’t dead.” “You finally believe me? Does that mean you’re speaking to me again?” “Perhaps. I did find a trace of something from the explosion site. I do need someone to help me clean the cache first.” “I know someone who can,” William said with a smile.

Leading his brother into the pub, Howe punched the code to the Safehouse. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you so much!” William gently sobbed. “Then why didn’t you let me knock you out?” Lord Howe asked snarkily. Always with that attitude. Leading him into the main room, Howe pointed to a holographic speaker on the table. “This is Bagley. He’s our main coordinator of DedSec. And this…” he motioned towards André “…is John André, our leader of DedSec.” André turned around. “Oh my…Lord Howe! A pleasant surprise!” the hacker got up from his chair to shake hands with the MMA brawler. “I heard you’re a fan of DeFaLT! I am too!” “Cool. Anyways, I have this,” Lord Howe pulled out his phone. “I need someone to decrypt data I hacked from the explosion site. Heard you could do it.” “Yes sir! Please allow me!” Lord Howe handed André his phone and the hacker began processing the information.

Bagley spoke up. “I find it genuinely surprising there was more data recovered from that site. Where exactly did you locate this?” “In the security building next to the stadium,” Lord Howe responded. “I see. Perhaps there might be a correlation between the building and that stadium.” André looked at his laptop. “I’m not picking up anything unusual so far, but we’ll have to keep an eye on it. To be honest, I doubt there is anything too scary on it. Could be someone’s search history leaked.” “Quite possibly. We’ll have to keep checking on it once it finishes processing. In the meantime, why don’t y’all head upstairs and relax?” “That is nice of you, Bagley. Alright, meet you two upstairs!” André quipped happily as he grabbed his soccer ball and ran out.

William looked over to his brother. “Well, it’s nice to see you again.” Lord Howe said nothing as he looked at the laptop before leaving. Why can’t he just get over it? The fighter followed him upstairs to the pub where André stood in front of the TV along with Clinton and Gage. Burgoyne has his head on the counter, completely passed out. The brothers stood next to Clinton as they watched Lord Germain hold a press conference. “Rest assured,” he said, “Britain will be more secured as ever as today I am announcing a new intelligence agency that will work alongside Zero Day.” He unveiled a covered board behind him and on it was a sigil with a lion under a checkered shield spelled ‘SIRS’. It was encased by a triangle entangled with a circle and the words ‘Signals. Intelligence. Response.’ All in black in red color scheme, the SIRS logo looked grandiose. Continuing with his speech, Lord Germain proclaimed, “Today will be the day Britain will blanket itself under the safety and security of SIRS. Every man, woman, and child will no longer feel threatened by the hands of terrorists…” he proceeded to incriminate DedSec until one person in the audience yelled, “YOU’RE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR LETTING THEM GET AWAY WITH IT!” Everyone grunted in agreement.

Gritting his teeth, André shoved past everyone and stormed out of the pub. In the lounge, patrons shook their heads while others growled in anger over the new measures Lord Germain was placing. “Motherfucker,” Gage hissed under his breath before walking away with Clinton. William looked at his brother. “Feeling a bit peckish? I know a good Japanese restaurant here in Central London.” “I guess,” Lord Howe muttered. The fighter smiled. Might start chipping away that ice. The two left the pub only to find two Albion guards standing around the silver motorcycle. “Greetings gentlemen. Is there a problem?” Lord Howe asked cheerfully, masking his annoyance. “Yes. Your license is out of date. You’ll need to re-register with DVLA, or your vehicle might be impounded.” Suspicious, William pulled out his phone and scanned his brother’s vehicle. He just got a new license two days ago.

Richard cocked his head. “Perhaps you’re mistaken. That vehicle was registered two days ago.” “It says on our records it’s expired,” the guard snapped. Sensing the tension, William quietly slid his bag off his shoulder as his brother snorted. “If I were to guess, the two of you must be getting nothing out of that bloody arse on TV otherwise you wouldn’t be out here looking for trouble.” “You dare insult the Minister of Security and Safety?!” “Yeah, I just did what are YOU going to do about it?” Lord Howe sneered, getting into the guard’s face. “Why you-“ Before the Albion guard could act, the brawler grabbed him by the gun and swung him over his shoulder. “HEY!” his partner exclaimed as he raised his gun. William immediately smacked his face with his crowbar before using the sharp edge to stab the guard in the throat. People nearby stopped and watched. “Billy, get this guy up!” Lord Howe ordered, pointing to his victim on the ground.

Did he just call me ‘Billy’? Is he finally letting me in? Excited, William hoisted the guard up by pinning both his arms behind his back. Stretching his legs, Lord Howe smirked at his victim. “Sayonara, motherfucker!” he jeered and swung his right leg. Metal spikes from the boots connected with the guard’s side neck which the sharp needles tore into the neck’s muscles. The swift kick dislodged the guard’s head which rolled onto the stone pavement. Blood spattered everywhere. William quickly dropped the body onto the ground as people cheered on. “WOO DO IT AGAIN!” one person yelled. Smiling from an adrenaline rush, Howe looked at his brother. “I guess we’re back in business?” His brother smiled. “We’re back in business.” They stood in a moment of satisfaction as the crowd cheered them on. Recruitment Complete.

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Watch Dogs: Legion X AmRev

@burgoyned Chapter 3 completed! ^^ Any feedback is welcomed!

Chapter 3: You Are Not Illegal!

André sat at the bar the next day, watching the news unfold on TV. Hanger stood next to him behind the counter, cleaning glassware. Lord Germain appeared on television, announcing his anti-immigration plans which include a travel sanction to several countries. The hacker gripped his shot glass so tightly his knuckles began to go white. Looking out the pub’s window, André chugged his shot. Parliament faced The Earl’s Fortune like a wolf staring down at a sheep. The Big Ben chimed, stating it was noon. Hanger picked up André’s shot glass. “You alright?” he asked his friend. André shook his head. “I have friends who are immigrants and wanted to live here. Now, this happens? Fuck that man,” he growled. Hanger washed the glass in the sink. “Well, we can’t do much now. There is no support for DedSec and Clan Kelley grow more restless on the streets.”

“Clan Kelley? They can kiss my ass,” sneered André as he got up from his spot. Hanger placed a finger on his lips as he points to two Albion workers walking into the pub. André nodded secretly to Hanger before leaving the pub. It was then Bagley phoned him through his earpiece. “Good afternoon Operator. I received intel that there is activity stirring in Lambeth. There is also data that is stored inside a warehouse, but it seems that the warehouse is compromised under Clan Kelley. This could be the first step to clearing DedSec’s name. I’ve marked the location on the map.” André’s phone pinged and the hacker looked at it. A yellow dot showed the warehouse is in Islington & Hackney. “Ok Bagley, appreciate your help. I’ll ping you when I’m done.” Bagley clicked and André hopped onto a motorcycle.

He drove to the Westminster Tube station located near Parliament. Parking the bike outside, André walked down to the station and purchased his ticket at the automated ticket booth. It wasn’t extremely crowded; people stood around talking on their phones, chatted with friends, or browsed the map to find their destination. Leaning against the pillar, André saw two Albion guards in his direction. He began to grow nervous as the two guards drew closer and closer. I’m not afraid but I don’t want to deal with these assholes. Fortunately, for him, the train arrived in time. The train slowed down before coming to a complete stop, and the doors opened. Passengers began exiting the train, hiding André from view. He took this opportunity to board the train as the guards spotted a fight and raced towards the commotion.

The train reached Islington & Hackney around 1:15 pm. Leaving the train, André walked through the security checkpoint where the screen flashed his identification as well as other passengers leaving the station. Walking up a flight of stairs, the hacker took out his phone to look at the map. His destination wasn’t far from his station, so André left the Tube looking for a transport device. Above him, ctOS drones flew around along with Albion fight drones, Parcel Fox delivery drones, and ctOS fighter drones. He spotted a Parcel Fox scooter sitting in the corner. That should do for now. André hopped on the scooter and drove off. It took him 5 minutes to reach the secured warehouse. Bagley ringed in again through his headpiece. “I’m picking up signals inside the building. You’ll need to proceed with caution.” “You got it, Bagley,” replied André as he got off the scooter and slipped on his mask. The Greek Helmet was heavy but not as heavy as André assumed it to be. It didn’t cover his face, but André preferred it not to, as he wants to visualize his surroundings.

The condition of the warehouse is in shambles; broken windows, torn-down doors, paint falling from the walls, graffiti-covered the building. Slipping near an alley, André pulled out his phone. A signal pinged, indicating hackable security cameras. Clicking the one near him, André can see the interior of the warehouse. Clan Kelley members roamed the first floor carrying large automatic rifles. I need to find where the files are hidden. After searching through various cameras, André finally found the camera pointing directly inside the warehouse’s main room. A laptop sat on a table in the middle of the room, surrounded by documents. A ctOS machine is hooked on the middle of the wall on the right of the laptop. A red line from the machine led directly to the front gate of the warehouse, as shown on the phone.

I need to find an entrance into the warehouse. As André proceeded to climb over a brick wall, he overheard commotion coming from the inside of the warehouse. “There he is!” “Get’em!” A static explosion set off on the second floor, creating more chaos. Kelley’s gunmen began rushing towards the second floor to help their comrades. Gunshots popped off at random intervals, yet the scream of a Kelley gunman grew louder as André looked up to see a man fall from the second floor. What is going on? He turned to his phone and hacked into the second-floor camera. From the screen, André saw a mysterious figure running up to each gunman and slam a metal bat onto their heads. Who is that person? André continued watching the fight until the batter finally reached the room where the laptop is located. Oh no. I have to beat him to it!

The mid-day sun hit the glass window, temporarily blinding André yet he rushed into the warehouse from the unguarded back entrance. A yellow ladder sitting on the right side of the first floor led to the second-floor landing. André climbed it and rushed across the balcony. He reached the room only to find the door was unlocked and the figure was already downloading files from the laptop. I’m too late! Picking up a gun from the ground, André shouted, “Stop right there! This is secured by DedSec!” The figure looked up; the gasmask was covered with various colorful paint and a green British pound symbol glowing on the left side of the visor. The figure straight at André. As the hacker approached, he noticed the masked figure’s white T-shirt was stained with blood, including the brown cargo pants and black heel boots. Only under the dim lights was the blood visible on the black leather jacket the man wore.

André stopped breathing for a bit as he cautiously approached the hacker. Looking at the metal bat sitting on the table, the young hacker whispered, “Just hand over the data and I won’t hurt you. I promise.” The man stared at André for a bit before his phone pinged that the data was successfully transferred. Please don’t make this any more difficult than it should be. Time stopped and André felt dizzy. Is this man friend or foe? The man disconnected his phone from the laptop and picked up his metal bat. André took a step back in fear of retaliation and cocked his gun in instinct. “I implore you,” André said again, “Just hand over the data. I’ll drop my weapon see?” He tossed the gun down and kicked it away. The man remained motionless but placed his metal bat down the table. Now we’re getting somewhere. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I now need you to hand the data over. Please trust me. I know you may hate DedSec for whatever reasons. But there are bigger problems out there. Clan Kelley, Albion, Zero Day…they caused the London bombings, not DedSec. Just give me the chance to prove you wrong.”

He wasn’t sure what he said had any effect since he didn’t want to lay an explanation to a random stranger he just met in a dangerous location. André held his breath as the stranger began typing into his phone. Is he going to set off explosives inside this room? Anxiety began to rush over his mind while watching the man continuously type into his phone. After a few minutes, André’s phone pinged to indicate that data transfer is complete. It worked. André smiled at the stranger. “Thank you, sir. I’ll best be on my way-“ The conversation cut off as alarm bells began ringing inside the warehouse. Shit! Clan Kelley is calling for reinforcements! Panicking, André rushed out of the room. From the first floor, Kelley clansmen rushed around looking for the intruders. The earpiece pinged and Bagley spoke. “I was able to process the data you’ve sent. It appears that there is a growing number of underground crimes that include human organ harvesting. Some are victims of the bombings. It all links to Clan Kelley. I’ll give you more details once you’re back.” “Thanks, Bagley. I’ll be there shortly,” André hissed as he hid from one of the clansmen.

The balcony shook as the two men rushed towards the back entrance. It was fortunate it wasn’t guarded as André and the masked man escaped the warehouse by leaping over the brick wall. They ran towards André’s scooter and André hopped onto the driver’s seat. The man set his bat down on his lap while holding onto André for security. Pushing start, the men drove towards the Islington & Hackney Tube station as drones flew past them towards the warehouse. André sighed with relief upon arriving in front of the station. It was packed from the mid-afternoon rush as people are coming home from work. André removed his helmet and shoved it into his satchel. “Hey, thanks for listening to me I appreciate-“ he stopped. The man removed his mask to reveal a very familiar face. A face that once shared laughter at the theatres, cried when emotions ran too high and smiled at a joyous conversation. “Oh my word, Sir Henry Clinton I-“ Clinton held his hand up. “Reunion later. We’ll need to head back first.”

André was beside himself in tears as he hugged his friend. “I’m so happy to see you again,” he sobbed into Clinton’s shoulder. Patting the young hacker on the back, Clinton whispered, “And I am too. It has been years.” “It has been,” sobbed André as he wiped tears from his face. Indeed, their reunion was cut short by the sound of two men approaching them. “Good afternoon sirs. We’re here for a random inspection. We’ll need to search your bags,” gruffed one of the Albion guards. “Sure look here,” Clinton motioned towards André who pulled out his satchel. The two guards looked at each other before one of them proceeded to look down the bag. Suddenly, Clinton swung his metal bat down on the guard’s exposed neck, killing him. “RUN!” he shouted. The men ran down the stairs while the second Albion guard called for backup. Pushing through the crowd, Clinton and André jumped into the train right as the door closed. Breathing heavily, André punched Clinton’s shoulder. “Back to the old times?” “You bet,” Clinton breathed as he clenched onto a metal bar for support. André collapsed onto the seat. Euphoric sensation took over him; he couldn’t stop smiling at his friend. DedSec mission complete!