Watchdogs Imagines

Marcus- Rally

I stand on the edge of the DedSec rally, it's more like a group of hipster hacker wannabe's holding signs and cheering DedSec on. 

I snap some photos with my phone before writing down a few notes on my notepad, what can I say, I'm old school. 

"Excuse me, can I have a word?" I ask one of the protesters, the man just keeps shouting praise for DedSec, not even listening to me. I sigh and move on to some other people, but not a single person wants to chat. 

I give up and sit on a bench the opposite side of the street, I start to write my piece for the newspaper, I want to tell my side of the story, and show that the hacker group DedSec aren't the villains. 

"Hey, what were you up to?" A masculine voice says, whilst sitting next to me. 

I put on my best fake smile before looking up from my phone, and my jaw drops. Marcus Holloway AKA Retr0 sits beside me, looking at me incredulously. 

"I was-er-I was just-" I nervously ramble, Marcus just tilts his head waiting for me to gain composure.

I take a breath, "I'm a journalist and I want to share DedSec's story, they aren't the bad guys here". 

Marcus observes me for a minute before nodding in agreement. 

"Let me guess, no one would talk to you?" He asks, nodding his head at the growing crowd across the street. 

"Nope" I say laughing. 

"Well I guess you're lucky I'm here to save your article then" Marcus smiles, bringing his legs up and sitting cross legged.

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"I said, I guess you-" Marcus begins, but I hold a hand up to stop him. 

"I heard you, I meant you would do that for me? Wait is this a trick, how do you know you can trust me?" I say, looking up and overthinking the situation. 

"I know the bad journalists when I see them, and you ain't one of them, plus DedSec needs a win" He says, a sombre look crosses his face. 

"Okay, so how do we do this?" I ask, completely losing my professionality. 

"Well, it's a bit loud here so maybe we could grab coffee and talk?" Marcus asks smiling at me. 

I nod and we go to get coffee, I strangely feel like this is the beginning of something more than an article...