Watch Dogs - The Patron

27. Iraq

(Aiden's view)

It's 13:00 p.m.

After lunch, I drive back to Bunker. I call Tiffany on my way there.

"Hey Aiden! I'm just having lunch with some of my friends. And of course Jacks' here, too! How are you doing?" She sounds really have fun. And I can hear Jacks' laughing through the phone.

"I'm good. I finished lunch already. And now on my way to Bunker."

"So you haven't finished your job right?"

"Almost there. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. Just don't forget to take a rest sometime. You can call if you need me."

I can hear her friends start giggling and joking, "It must be her boyfriend..." One of them says.

"Don't... don't listen to them Aiden!" She says with panic.

I laugh a little, "Not bad." I used to hate people joking around me, but this time, I kinda like it.

"I mean, if you need help, just let me know." She says.

"I will."

"Take care, bye!"

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Heading back to the Bunker, I find Clara still doing search with the computer. I walk to her and say, "All right, let's dive in and see what we can find."

I use the computer and hack in the Rossi-Frement security system. Through the camera, I can see inside the fortress. It's really dark and dirty in the building, broken walls make it hard to shelter. Lighting effects on every floor is poor, there're only one to two fluorescent lamps hanging by a few feet. The windows are sealed deliberately, every thing and all the people inside are isolated from the outside world.

I keep hacking, trying to get to the deepest room in this building. Following the cameras, I'm leaded to the highest floor. There's a door in the corner of the corridor, locked well.

"There." Clara points at the screen, "The IP address is coming from that room."

"There's a card reader on it." Shit. That's it? Can't I go further through the door?

As I feel disappointed, there's a man walk out from the door. I look at him carefully, "The key's hidden in his dog tag."

I search this young man and find he named Delford Wade-- alias is 'Iraq'.

Iraq walks to a suit man standing on the corridor, "Listen... ain't nobody stole from you, boy. Get your boss on the phone."

"It will take a few."

"Then fuckin' take a few."

According to the conversation, I can bet that the man called Iraq is not that easy to deal with.

"Bedbug! Get your ass in here!" Iraq yells to the other side of the corridor. And there's a fat young man holding a suitcase and running to him. "Man I told you to put that back when you found it. This shit won't fly."

"I just thought that you..." The man called Bedbug starts to explain, but Iraq stops him.

"You remember Grandma's bulldog? The ugly little fucker?"

"Fathead!"

"Always came runnin' when you hollered for him, right? But always kept pissing on the floor, too."

"Yeah." Bedbug laughs.

"Know what I'm saying?"

"Yup!"

"No. You, you don't." They stop for a while. "Listen, you're costing me business. Who do you think's gonna win between you and business?"

The suit man interrupts, "Mr. Quinn's on speaker."

Bedbug replies slowly, "Business."

Iraq pats his back and reaches the phone, "Quinn."

"I put you in charge of merchandise and security. Now I find out you've stolen my guest list. I won't be fleeced, Mr. Iraq."

This voice... it's THAT Quinn.

"Yo, chill, that ain't how it went down." Iraq says, "I think you're confused-- this is a business collaboration. Your guests are my guests. Listen, we'll talk this out at the auction, all right?"

"Don't be a stoat, Mr. Iraq. Where I grew up, we shot them between the eyes."

Iraq hangs up the phone and gets mad, "Fucking leprechaun can suck my lucky charms. 'the fuck's a stoat?"

And then the door keeper leaning on the wall speaks, "It's a weasel, man."

Every one stay silence for a minute, and then Iraq starts laughing, "Weasel, huh?" He drags the suitcase from Bedbug and beats the keeper violently.

Clara shocks to scream out. I frown and keep watching.

As the man falling down, Iraq throws the suitcase to the suit man. "Anything else?"

The suit man shakes his head and leaves quickly. Iraq looks at Bedbug, and then gets in the room.

Back to the computer, I stare at the screen and thinking.

"I don't see how you could get on the compound." Clara says, "Never mind near that room. Even the security locks on the doors are encrypted."

"That fat kid, Bedbug-- he's going to go in for me."

"Just like that? And why should he help us?"

"I'm betting he's one mistake away from a bullet to the head, so when he makes that mistake-- I'll be recording. Nothing like blackmail to change someone's tune." I need to get him say something bad to Iraq. After I record it, I'll use it as my key to get in the room.

I leave 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. And right now. I need Bedbug.

It's 13:30 p.m now.