the ultimatum ↬ elliot alderson ✔

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The conference call between Agent DiPierro and Agent Rixton will be leaked within the next hours. Once the word will be out, the FBI will be shaken to its very core. Society will hiccup. They won't trust the FBI anymore. 

Within the next couple of days I will hack into 3 of the largest prisons in the state, one of them the one I was in for 2 months. This is my step 2. I promised Whiterose, and I owe Leon.

I follow Dawn's directions to the warehouse, making sure I'm not being followed. Coney Island is crowded today, so I have to make sure no one sees me. I keep my hoodie low over my face. I turn around and I roll my eyes when I see Mr Robot a few steps behind me.

"You did it, kiddo. But it's not the end," Mr Robot says, catching up to me. I wasn't expecting him here.

"I promised Whiterose," I repeat to myself for reassurance.

"You have to do what she tells you. You work for her, now."

"No," I say, shaking my head. "I am not part of Plan V."

"Elliot. You don't know if that's true."

"It might be," I say, nodding as I cross the road. But Mr Robot follows me.

"Might isn't enough. Maybe you're looking at this in the wrong perspective."

"What do you mean?" I ask, stopping in my tracks. I face him: the man that got me to this point. Mr Robot destroys me, then builds me again. He abandons me, then returns. He's never constant.

"You think Plan V is this whole 'world domination' plan the Chinese want. But you're wrong."

"No," I shake my head in frustration. My head is pounding. I run my hand through my hair, but the throbbing is still there. "No. I don't make mistakes."

"There's nothing wrong with mistakes."

"Romero died. That was my mistake. It was my fault. Mistakes aren't good," I exclaim. I'm breaking down in the middle of the street, but the pulsing in my brain won't stop.

"Romero died for a reason," Mr Robot murmurs, placing a hand on my back.

"No," I hiss at him, sniffing. "No," I repeat. Mr Robot sighs.

I run from him, but I know I can't escape from him. He will always be with me.

I reach the abandoned warehouse a few minutes later, my breathing ragged. I turn around to make sure no one sees me as I enter the building.

Romero died because of me. I didn't cover my tracks well enough.

I notice Darlene at the back of the warehouse, the fsociety mask on her face. They're filming the new video, announcing the FBI hack with the leaked conference call. Mobley is holding the video camera. Somehow I'm glad he's here and not dead.

"Come here, asshole!" Darlene exclaims, taking off the mask. Mobley turns around, meeting my gaze. I know he's freaking out. I can tell from the sweat on his face.

I walk over to them, gazing at the camera Mobley has in his hands.

"Why are you doing this without the rest?" I ask.

"We need to upload it as soon as possible," Darlene says, grabbing the walking stick from the ground. She's wearing a tuxedo, along with a black top hat and white gloves.

"It will be up in a few minutes," Mobley says, opening his laptop. He plugs the camera into his laptop, adding the video to his VideoEditor. The next step will be modifying the voice, so it's impossible to know who is behind the mask.