Unity - an alan walker fanfiction

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#0 / Alan PoV

I didn’t talk to Iselin for a long time after she went back to living with her family, because either she was busy or I was busy or it was difficult to schedule time for a call because of the difference in time zones. The last I had heard, she had got a therapist and started writing a new song anyway, so it was unlikely I would have got through to her even if I had found a spare 20 minutes somewhere and called.

"Al! Ace wants to talk to you!" Chris called from the kitchen where he was cooking something.
"Thanks babe! I'll get Avem online now!" I replied, putting down my PlayStation controller so that I could find the drone. After a second of concentration, I remote activated him, and he came zooming through the French windows along the side of the room, his environmental scanner quickly locating a projector he could use for call visuals amd audio. The face of Ace (Walker #135) appeared above the disk, the colours slightly distorted into different shades of blue becauseof the camera quality, and he immediately got straight to the point.
"I've been checking through the statuses on the drones, for maintenance purposes, and AV-8 is offline. Has been for at least 3 days. His last broadcast location was somewhere in Central Birmingham." My brow furrowed as I though this over.

"You mean he ran out of power? That's odd, Ise always has him on at least 70% charge, she's way too reliant on him for daily tasks." The holographic man nodded and sighed deeply.
"That would appear to be the case, yes. I checked the tracker in her suit, but it's still in her wardrobe, you know how she is about not liking to wear it..."
"Mhm. Try trace code 0190131. It's hidden in a necklace I gave her. She never takes it off." I suggested, waiting patiently as he started typing, and then leaned off-camera to look at something closer. When he reappeared, his face was confused.
"She's about 100 meters away from AV-8's last recorded location, but she goes between the two spots on a rather irregular basis. They're the only two locations she's been to within a week. Before that was the same, other than a random trip to... Iceland, I think, about a week and a half ago now." I nodded slowly. I was about to say something else, when Avem pinged a notification to my HUD.

//M-3770 attempted a patch on the call//
//Patch failed- M-3770 blocked//

"Chris! You do know if you want to know what Ace is saying you can just come in here!" I yelled over my shoulder.
"NOPE! The cake would burn!" Came the reply as I set about getting Avem to unblock M-3.
"That's going to happen anyway! Make yourself useful and find my headphones, would you?" Instead of replying, he sent me a message

#1- Kens got them for repairs and upgrades
You- yours?
#1- same

I cursed under my breath.
"Ace, send me the location, I'm gonna go check on her; I'll call you back later!"

//Call Ended//

I sighed as a barage of notifications from friends, fans and Admin popped up in my HUD, then deleted them all so I could open my chat with Chris.

You- my suit is still here, right? I didn't leave it in Bergen?
#1- its in the closet. Thought you said youd never wear it again after RN
You- I don't want to, but somethings wrong with Ise and I'm not willing to sit on a plane for however long if she could be in danger

Two minutes later, I was dressed in the loose fitting black jumpsuit with blue decals, and the matching jacket. It was actually a nice outfit, but I hated it for one sole reason: the fact that no matter how many times I stuck it through the wash, it still smelt of that final battlefield; mud, blood, smoke and burnt metal. I trailed down the stairs, thinking that maybe I could try and request a new version of the clothes that didn't reek of war, when Chris joined me in the hall where I was lacing up my boots. He clipped a bag to my back using the straps attached to the jacket before I could leave.
"It's got anything you might need in it." He explained, quickly kissing my cheek, before his fingers strayed to the collar of my jacket to find the little button that activated my helmet.

I told Avem to enter the coordinates Ace had sent over via Email (who even uses email these days?), and my HUD flashed up a message

//Coordinates entered. Press continue to travel//
//Continue//

Blue glowing lines traced themselves over the surface of the helmet when i confirmed, and a flash of light, then I was stood in the pouring rain. I disabled the helmet because, as dry as it was keeping me, it looked stupid in a public environment that didnt require me being shot at, and was immediately drenched by the British weather.
"Typical." I muttered to noone in particular, and ran the trace program on Iselin's necklace agian to confirm my target destination. A flashing light in the corner of my vision pinpointed her location, and I slowly approached the spot, picking my way across the public park. Soon enough, I was fighting my way through woodland and shrubbery, and I often had to stray from Avem's plotted course because of thick undergrowth that was not possible to cross, but before long I came across a clearing in the forest. After getting my drone to scan the area, I figured out that there was a sizeable bunker beneath me, even if it was very rudimentary in construction, and that this was where Iselin was camping out. I had no clue why, she had a perfectly good house a couple of miles away, but knowing Iselin, I was sure she would have her reasons.

A/N: buenos noches dear reader. Apologies if its not night for you when reading this. Its probably not going to be night when I upload this. Perks of executive dysfunction. Any ways. I promised you an update, here ya go. Hopefully will get another out sooner rather that later too, there's another few pages of notes I've got hanging around somewhere.

This chapter brought to you by Neon Nights EP and me being sad that I missed out on meeting Alan by a matter of hours