Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- The Assistant

You walk into the warmth of the coffee shop, admiring the view of Golden Gate Bridge in the distance as you order your favourite hot drink, waiting near the counter.

It's not overly busy considering it's a Thursday evening, the sun's last rays make a beautiful view, which your happy to watch as you wait.

Your eyes drift around the shop, until they land on a peculiar figure sitting by the window, a coffee is next to him as he scrolls on his phone. You admire his style, very punk rock, but find his mask a little odd...

As if he senses you watching him, his head swivels in your direction. You blush and turn back to the counter as your drink is finally done, thanking the woman you nod and pay.

Your legs are tired from working all day, constantly making coffee and waking to and from your boss' office, answering calls and organising events. You decide to sit near the window, a few seats down from the masked man.

Sighing, you close your eyes and breathe in the comforting smell of your drink, the steam heating up your face as you enjoy the moment of peace.

"Long day?" A robotic voice asks. Your eyes shoot open as you look at the masked man, his phone now sitting on the table as he faces towards you.

"Yeah, you could say that" You smile politely, feeling a little shy.

"I'm sure I've seen you around before?" The man asks, tilting his head as his mask stares at you.

You bite your lip and nod, slightly uncomfortable admitting your profession. "I'm Dusan Nemec's assistant, you've probably seen me with him online"

"That dickhead? Didn't you want to work for someone less douche-y?" The man asks incredulously, his fists clench a little.

Hmm, this guy really doesn't like Dusan.

You shrug, "A job is a job, he pays well and I have a comfortable home." You don't admit out loud that you absolutely hate Nemec's guts and want to expose him for all he is.

"I guess you're right" The man muses, before shaking his head and holding out a tattooed hand, "I'm Wrench".

You narrow your eyes and return the handshake, "I'm Y/N".

Wrench's phone begins ringing and he picks it up instantly. "Yeah, I'm on my way. Yeah well I've stumbled across something aswell. Not now...yeah, later."

You sip your drink, trying to make it less obvious that you're listening to his conversation. Wrench ends the call and types a few things on his phone as he gets up.

"I've been summoned, but it's been great meeting you Y/N  Y/L/N" He winks, walking out.

You stare after him, flabbergasted by the weird encounter. Seconds later you receive a text from an anonymous number:

If you want to expose Dusan for who he is, DedSec can help. Just reply to this number. Do what you will.

You stare at your phone as you connect the dots, smiling as you realise you've just met someone from the very group Dusan complains about to you on a daily basis.

Tomorrow is gonna be sweet when you look into Dusan's judgemental eyes as you know you're taking him down from the inside.