Watch Dogs - The Book

Grandma's bulldog

I returned to the bunker late that night, only to see Clara preparing to leave.
"You're done there?" I asked.
"You have what you need." she answered, turning towards me.
"So far..yeah... Look, I, I understand if you're scared." I said.
"I'm not scared. No one asked me to stay."
"Well then no one asked you to leave."
Clara looked at me and said, firmly:
"You'll have to do better than that."
I smiled and stopped for a moment.
"I could use some help.. I could use your help."
"Like a team?" asked Clara.
"Sure, like a team."
"Not used to being a team?"
"No, I'm not."
"Let's go then." said Clara, walking down to the main room of the bunker.
"Sure." I followed her.

I had to remotly connect to Rossi-Fremont.
"Alright, let's dive in and see what we can find." I said, walking towards the computers.
We hacked a camera inside that building in Rossi-Fremont where the IP adress came from.
"There. The IP adress is coming from that room." said Clara.
"There's a card reader on it. Shit."
Suddenly, someone opened the door and entered the hall of the building. He was called Iraq, he was a tall black man that looked strong. The key of that door was hidden in his chain.
There were three other guys in the hall. Iraq walked towards one of them.
"Listen..ain't nobody stole from you, boy. Get your boss on the phone."
"It will take a few." said the other guy.
"Then fuckin' take a few." said Iraq, nervous. Then he walked to another guy there, whom he called Bedbug. He was holding a big suitcase.
"Do you remember Gramma's bulldog? That ugly little fucker." asked Iraq.
"Fathead." lauged Bedbug.
"Allways came running when you hollered for him, right? But always kept pissing on the floor too. Know what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, yeah.. Yup." laughed Bedbug.
"No. You, you don't. Listen, you're costing me business. Who do you think's gonna win between you and business?" said Iraq, firmly.
The other guy from the room suddenly said "Mr. Quinn's on the phone." Iraq looked at him for a second, but turned to Bedbug.
Bedbug said, on a weak voice: "Business."
Iraq then went to the other guy and took the phone.
"Quinn." answered Iraq.
"I put you in charge of merchendise and security. Now I find out you've stolen my guest list. I won't be flaced, Mr. Iraq." said Quinn, nervous.
"Yo, chill, that ain't how it went down. I think you're confused - this is a business collaboration. Your guests are my guests. Listen, we'll talk this out at the auction, alright?"
"Don't be a stoat, Mr. Iraq. Where I grew up, we shot them between the eyes." said Quinn, ending the call.
Iraq seemed unhappy. "Fucking leprechaun can suck my lucky charms. 'The fuck's a stoat?" he asked, nervous.
One of the other guys answered: "it's a weasel man."
Both him and Iraq started to laugh.
"Weasel." repeated Iraq.
Suddenly, Iraq took the suitcase from Bedbug's hands and hit him hard with it in the head, killing him. Then Iraq threw the suitcase to the phone guy, that after that left.
Bedbug stared at Iraq. Iraq didn't say anything and got back to that secured room. Bedbug looked one last time at the dead guy, and left, terrified.

"I don't see how you could get on that building. Nevermind near that room. Even the security locks on the doors are encrypted." said Clara.
"That fat kid, Bedbug -- he's going to go in for me." I said, calm.
"Just like that? And why should he help us?"
"I'm betting he's one mistake away from a bullet from his head, so when he makes that mistake I'll be recording. Nothing like blackmail to change someone's tune."

I left the bunker.
"This is getting complicated. If I can keep Damien focused on that hard drive, I can find Nicky. He'll slip up, I know Damien. I have to be patient. Right now, I need Bedbug." I said to myself.
Suddenly, Damien called.
"I read the news today. Something about a high speed chase near Parker Square. Had all the hallmarks of Aiden Pearce."
"Are you with Nicky?" I asked.
"Of course! We read it together and I highlighted all your signature moves. She was quite alarmed. She doesen't seem to know you like I do."
"Just get her on the phone."
"Now now. The IP adress." said Damien.
"Yeah. There's something inside Rossi-Fremont. Some kind of a small server hidden behind a locked door and an army of gangbangers." I said.
"Now you understand why I need your help. Have you found a way in?" he asked.
"I'm working on it. Let me talk to Nicky."
"Was that so painful?" said Damien, putting Nicky on the phone.
"Aiden." said Nicky.
"Hey -- we're getting close. You'll be home soon."
"What's going on? This guy talks like you two are friends."
"We're not friends. Not anymore. Nicky, don't listen to his bullshit."
"You afraid he'll give up your secrets?"
"I got no secrets." I laughed.
"Seriously, Aiden, you expect me to believe that? I'm your sister."
"Well shouldn'ty sister cut me a little slack?"
"Really? Oh, cause I'm held by YOUR 'friend' and you need a little slack."
"Well it sounds worse when you it like that."
"Aw, have I hurt your feelings? I forget what a sensitive boy you are. " said Nicky.
"You know me, heary on my sleeve."
Suddenly, Damien went back in.
"Time's over, kids. I hope your plan is a good one. Nicky does too." he ended the call.