I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I had to plan the trajectory of the story.

"So how in the world am I supposed to do this?" Aiden asked, phone pressed against his face.

"Like I said, I sent you the tracking app. It'll go crazy anytime you're near one of those servers. The electrical output also messes with your phone's CTos connection.

"Alright, fine."

That was all the help Aiden was given with this task. Six locations. Unknown locations. This was not going to be fun.

He turned the app on. It was pinging loudly. A server was nearby. "Those assholes must have gone through Clara's personal computer," he thought. He looked around his bunker to find the source. He followed the pinger as he looked. The closer he got to her room, the more it sounded. It would have to be in her room. He hadn't been in there since before her death. He remembered. She had the flu and he stayed in the bunker to take care of her. The caring wasn't difficult. Watching her with cold sweats and writing under the blankets was hard. She had a fever of 102 degrees for a couple of days. Aiden hadn't realized at the time, but when her fever broke he had been awake and watching her for nearly forty-eight hours. He didn't sleep well that night, either. He was afraid that if she exerted herself to much that week she might… relapse into sickness. So he didn't go anywhere that week. That week all the new outlets were asking, "What has happened to the fox?"

He didn't want to stir up any memories, but he had to. He opened the door. The room still smelled like Clara. Good coffee and good perfume. He walked over to the computer. The monitor was black, but it was on. He moved the mouse to see that the computers OS was running code furiously. He found the first of his sources. He simply went behind her computer and unplugged it. His cell phone, which he now realized was still in his hand, stopped pinging and his ctOS connection came back. One down, five to go.

Aiden went out to find that it was just as miserable as he thought it would be. It was twenty below. All of the smokestacks were spewing steam that looked like clouds on the brilliantly clear blue sky. Even the horizon was clear of the usual gray tint. It was white as it should have been. He hopped into his SUV. The manual claimed that you could cold-start it. That wasn't an option today. Aiden kept his foot on the accelerator to warm the car. He needed to turn on the heat. His coat may have looked warm, and it was, but these temperatures were extreme for Mr. Pearce. The bridge that connected the old island to the city turned slower than it usually did. Who could blame it? It was so gelid that the river looked as if it was steaming. It wasn't steam. When Aiden had managed to cross the river, he saw that no one was outside, save news reporters and cops.

He drove around The Loop and found two of the servers there. The first one was easy enough to access. He went through the ctOS cameras and hacked into the server. The puzzle was solved in two minutes. He got control of the buildings sewage pipes and burst one of them right over the server. Needless to say, it stopped pinging. The other was four blocks away.

There were a few guards at the site. They were very conspicuous, standing still in the cold weather. They were armed with pistols and Aiden was trying to avoid any confrontation with them. He was armed too, but this cold weather mad his guns more prone to jamming. There wasn't a ctOS backdoor to through which he could enter.

"Shit, I have to do this the hard way," he cursed.

He didn't feel like close combat. He still has the bruise from the last fight. At least, it was not a graze wound. Those were the worst to the fox. Physically, they were painful. The mental part was worse. A graze meant that he was that close to being shot. Of course, he wore a vest every time, but the grazes on his arm always reminded him of his mortality. The gunshots whizzing past his ears did it too. The only thing is, there aren't any bullet-proof ski masks. He figured to avoid direct confrontation, he would snipe the position from across the street. How convenient it was that the target was across from a park! He wasn't worried about the fact that he had a high powered rifle with an illegal silencer out in public. There weren't any witnesses.

He set up behind a bench, out of sight of the enemies. The first was right out front, smoking a cigarette. Aiden put a bullet right between the man's eyes. That probably caught the attention of the second man who ran to his friend as he saw his dead body. Aiden was also merciful with the second man. He shot him right through the upper chest and slightly to the left. That man hadn't worn a vest that day. The third man was slightly smarter than the second. He, who appeared to be left handed, reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone. Aiden pulled the trigger and the phone instantly flew out of the fool's hand. The poor man shook his left hand. Aiden put a hole through it, perfectly in the middle of his palm. Ouch! The man, pleading for mercy, put his other straight out in front of him, right into the sights of the gun. Aiden shot again. Now there was another hole for the other hand. The man turned his body, his side coming into the crosshairs of the rifle. Another shot was heard.

The three men were dead, so Aiden walked crossed the street to disable the access. Aiden walked over the first two mean. He paused by the third man. One wound in each hand, a wound in the side. His feet were bleeding too. The gunshot to the side had ricocheted into his left leg. The bullet hit that ankle and exited. It went into the other ankle where it remained. There was a hole in each hand, a hole in each foot, and a wound in his side. "That's just too much," Aiden thought.

This puzzle for this server was also easy to solve. Aiden had physical access to the server this time. He hacked into it. He wanted to see who the leader of this group was. He used to respect it. This group used to warn citizens of the dangers of privacy invasion and computerized 'everything'. All they did was show issues that could arise if there was ever a glitch in Blume's computers. When Damien fucked up the city, Blume started to have a PR problem. DEDSEC claimed that they were on the side of the people. Now they were siphoning money from the people. He didn't do that. When he 'took money' out of the banks, he only tricked the banks into doubling the money that he would remove. He would only take half the money and put the other half back into the others' accounts. He wasn't actually bankrupting anyone. In fact, sometimes the other person got more money into their account for their 'help'.

He decided, also, that he would trace Benevolence's whereabouts. The leader of the DEDSEC was in the city someplace. That, he knew. The search showed that the leader was in The Loop. Benevolence was further away. Two hundred sixty to two hundred eighty miles away to be more precise. That wasn't Aiden's concern right now. He just wanted all of the servers to be down as quickly and cleanly as possible. He took three down today. That was an accomplishment.

He went back to the bunker. The sun was setting when he got into the elevator. Chicago looked weary. The town itself was basically shut down. The schools were closed as were the courts, city hall, post offices, and everything else. At least, it wasn't snowing. Aiden got inside and warmed himself up. The bunker was still lonely. His phone rang. He answered without checking on the identity of the person.

"Hello?"

"This is DEDSEC." The voice was being masked with a computer

"What do you want?" He asked, trying to command attention and respect.

"No, fox, what do you want? DEDSEC doesn't think that it's a good idea that you take that tone," the caller chuckled, almost maniacally.

"I want you to leave the people of Chicago alone." He was pointed and matter-of-fact.

"I bet you want this more," the voice was laughing and then wheezing. The monitors switched on and there was an image of an empty living room. It looked like it came from a computer web camera. It faced the window. The light blue drapes were drawn giving a view out of the window. The window showed a skyline and the street wasn't visible out of it. This room must have at least been on the second story. It was clean and neat, but lived-in. The lights were on, giving Aiden a nice look of the living room. The furniture was sapphire blue and the floor was wood. A lighter colored wood made up the floor, maybe ash. There was a cream colored rug on the floor that complemented the furniture and matched the wall's paint. There was a table right next to the sofa. It had various picture frames on it.

"I don't know what you're showing me," Aiden said with a level head.

"Oh, really." The camera zoomed in on the picture frames. It zoomed in on one particular frame. The zooming wasn't perfect. Aiden could tell that it was a picture of a person. A white person. The camera focused. It was a picture of a boy. Jackson! Aiden knew that that picture was never scanned into a computer. This wasn't phony. They were really looking into his sister's residence in St. Louis

"YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH A HAIR ON EITHER OR THEIR FUCKING HEADS OR SO HELP ME THEY WON'T EVEN FIND A CORPSE." Aiden yelled through the phone. When he got angry, he turned red. He had shouted, that was something he just didn't do.

"We haven't yet, and we won't if you don't fuck with us anymore. You killed three good men today. You have caused us thousands of dollars today. Your precious family wont be harmed, if you don't fuck with us again, prick." The monitor was still showing the picture frame as the camera zoomed out. The door to the dwelling was in full sight again as the knob begun to turn. DEDSEC's altered voice was heard once more," See your beloved sister and nephew are safe."

Aiden watched the door open. He first took note of the apartment number on the door 8G. Then he looked at the people entering the apartment. Or, rather the person entering the apartment. It was a woman wearing a ski-mask It was a white woman with blazing red hair. She unzipped her brown coat and the black shirt that she was wearing read in big white lettering 'Synonym 4 Altruism…' She turned around and on the back in big Arial font that was white 'that starts with B'. She grabbed went outside of the apartment and grabbed an easel that she apparently took along with her. The metal easel was set up in perfect view of the camera. It didn't have to refocus. The woman went out once more and grabbed a big piece of paper. The type on this was also large:

I HAVE THEM

"No, no," shouted the representative of DEDSEC. This wasn't part of the plan and what the hell did that shirt thing mean?

"I"LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL." Aiden was really angry. From the message, he figured out it was Benevolence. But, he didn't know who or where the fuck they were. He wanted his family safe. He disconnected from the telephone call. He was going to take out DEDSEC.