As soon as I finished the first chapter, I wrote the second one... I read a lot of wikia pages in order to fit everything correctly though. I didn't know I would be so invested in this story haha.
There is a bit more action in the second part of this chapter, you'll see... Jensen is heading to a bad, bad situation...

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Jensen frowned, trying to concentrate. He had found what he had been searching for, eventually. Simply in the bathrooms of the station : an airvent leading to a lower level. The only thing now was to analyse the situation correctly.
Through his eye implants, he tried to see through upper walls. The golden silhouettes of thousands of people surrounded him. No sign of… Marchenko. The "Pitbull" Stanley – his VTOL pilote for this mission - had talked about a few minutes ago.

After the events in Panchaea, Jensen had disappeared from the grid. Completely. Wounded and exhausted after the destruction of the facility, he had to begin from scratch again. He didn't know what happened to Sarif, Taggart or even Darrow. Their deaths were announced on every newspapers possible. But what could Jensen really believe after what he had seen there ? He never tried to contact Pritchard again. Even if so far, Pritchard was the closest human being on earth to deserve his entire trust. He HAD to stay in the shadows, at least for now.
So, he had been trying to find at least a new goal. And it was pretty clear : dismantle the Illuminati for good. When he first heard about the palpable existence of the group, he had laughed. But now, he couldn't doubt anymore. Conspiracies. Blackmail. Set-ups. All of that was part of his life from the very beginning. Didn't his own DNA was the beginning of all of that ?

A few weeks later, he had found the community he was searching for. The Juggernaut Collective, implanted not only in America but around the entire world. With a lot of conviction, he tracked down the ID of one of its member – Pritchard had been a good mentor in the field, even if he didn't know that… The tracking was pretty easy and quick, to say the truth. And it happened to be the ID of Garvin Quinn*. Adam, at the time, thought that it was a strange turn of event…
Quinn wrote back to him almost instantly via info-link.

"I knew you would come back to me pretty soon, братан*. I kept a trace of your ID so that you could easily bypass a back door in my security system - exclusively made for you. Yes, Juggernaut members are not beginners, we know how to make a pretty homeland of basically everything in the cyber-world. I'll set a vocal meeting between you and Janus – the big boss – soon. If you're ready to take a flight, head for Prague. A lot of contacts are already there. "

Not a day later, Adam had been in a plane taking off to the East, with no bearings.
Watching the vastness of golden clouds through the window, he wouldn't stop replaying over and over again the events from a few days earlier in his head. Right in front of him, instead of the burning sun in the distance, Zao Yun Rhu was dying from his bullet shot. Instead of the black shadows running on the clouds, wild men and women were crying out, screaming, pouring in through cracks and walls. And instead of the glass window… was Megan. Away from his grip. Yet again. What to trust now ? What to believe…

And now, here he was. Fingers on his temples, impatiently clicking his tongue against his palate. Was it possible that thermal masking augmentations had been definitely threw into the market ? Marchenko was supposed to be a few floors up. And the 50 meters-wide heat radars in his eyes should have definitely picked up his signature… There was no other explanation. If so, then the situation was far worse than predicted. And Adam didn't have vocal contact with any other Juggernaut members at the moment.
The other solution ? The Pitbull was already out of range. And he already was in the Nat-subs. And this ? It was bad news…
Adam activated a soundproof cloak around him and literally slid as fast as a snake hunting a prey. Except that the prey might be far more dangerous than the hunter himself…

I tiptoed on the sidewalk with a little apprehension. The roads were always quiet at this hour – checking my phone, I noticed that's it was almost 2 AM. Ah… Why was I THIS late, again ?

After the interview, I've got a little off track, I had to confess. I was not the kind of person to lament, but this time, I was feeling really down, so… Heading for Prague center was a good excuse to just walk on the street and look around. Except that the sight was not so heartwarming. Especially at checkpoints. All those augs being looked at... "Clank". "Garbage". "Augshit". They were living through hell every day. And I'm not even speaking about the Nu-Poz addicts who were threw off of every stations like trash. No help. No kindness whatsoever. I couldn't stand that.

And all day, I had been wondering… Was this really the city – well, was this really the world – I wanted to live in ? Did I want to serve a government, or even corporations that had turned down on a complete section of society like this ? WE, as a whole, had created augmentations. As a whole, WE had contributed to the enhancement of technology. This technology had been used to control and change our bodies and our minds. And now, those who had benefited from this product were treated as freaks. "They surrendered to the temptation, didn't they ?". Yeah. Yeah… It was more like "We are turning our eyes away with shame and disgust from the one who innocently wanted to embrace change and perfection." Because, in the end, it was just that. Some people wanted to achieve some kind of recognition. And the more augs there were, the more other people felt like it was the right thing to do. Even me, at a time, I had thought about getting an augmented lungs implantation, or hands enhancements. For singing and playing instruments. Too expensive for a student. Would I have them now, had it been cheaper at the time ? Probably... Gosh...

As I kept walking, partly hidden by the shadows of the buildings, I heard soft quick steps on the other side of the street. And my heart missed a bit.
During a fraction of seconds, I thought my ears deceived me. I mean, this big man running, being so discreet ? But the most important… Massive bionic arms partly hidden by big black sleeves. Height, approximately 6 feets… Bag on the back, big, square-ish.
Something was wrong. Really wrong.
He quickly turned his eyes. Towards me. He'd seen me. Put on a terrible smile.
Kept running.

Oh dear…

A bomb. Marchenko was smuggling a bomb. After going out of the airvents, taking some turns, activating a luminosity enhancement in his eyes, Adam had spotted him, running with a soundproof cloak just like him. And the bag on his back couldn't be anything else than a bomb.
Targeting the Nat-subs was tactically a "good idea", when you think of it. The station was bigger, there would be much more chaos and death, yeah. But Nat-subs were quieter. There was a lot of people, but at least the explosion wouldn't have any repercussion on the augs side. Since it was 2 AM, people would die in their sleep. Still, this area was less populated than a station. This bomb would be a warning. A warning to show Nat people that Augs wouldn't forget and would take a step up soon...

But anyway. It was murder in cold blood… Aug rights would never advance with this kind of behavior. Adam knew that more than anybody.
With the soundproof cloak still on, Adam sprinted. His legs let him go faster than his target, and with a matter of seconds, he was on his tail. With the speed of the sprint though, the cloak didn't cover every sounds, and immediately, Marchenko noticed him.
They knew it both, for the safety of their respective missions, that they couldn't use bullets. Too much noise. Marchenko wanted to let his bomb on the plaza before disappearing in the darkness. Adam wanted to annihilate it without alarming cops and civils…

A quiet yet fierce battle engaged. The Pitbull turned back, his bionic fist reaching for Adam's jaw. The man bended his knees before the punch could touched him and he activated the blade in his right arm to try and cut through Marchenko's guts. It failed though, and with a simple gesture, his target kicked him in the elbow. The blow threw Adam back violently, so violently he felt vertebraes cracking in his neck. But the pain didn't stop him. He had to aim for the back anyway.
Unfortunately, Jensen didn't have any thermal councilor clock. And since Marchenko seemed to be "updated" with the best enhancements you could think of, there was no need to try and become invisible. His body thermal imprint would have deceived him. The only way to disarm that bomb was by being smarter and quicker. Receiving a punch again ? No way.

And though loud noises with bullets were prohibited, silenced weapons were not. Jensen quickly took his 10mm out and approached again. While Marchenko was ready to strike his head, Adam shot several bullets at point-blank range in his right arm, where supposedly, flesh and bionic were jointed together. The Pitbull tried not to scream in pain, and a muffle sound came out of his mouth. All the while, Jensen activated his arm-blade again, threw himself up as swiftly as a snake and cut the bag's lashes.
"Niet…"
Marchenko grasped Adam by the hair with his left arm to throw him on the ground again. Not surrendering, Jensen kept the bag close to his chest and didn't let go. A punch in one of his forearms broke his metal bones... There was no real pain, but tingles in his bionic fingers. This arm was useless now. But still, his muscles kept wrapping the bomb.
The Pitbull kept punching, harder and harder, and as Adam felt crushed by his weight, he lifted his right arm… And planted it in Marchenko's right eyes. As the big man reacted violently to the pain, the blade ripped on his forehead, making the wound even larger and deeper. He threw himself back, a hand stuck on his face, trying to gather his consciousness. At the same time, Adam felt adrenaline rushing through his vein. He opened the bag, checked the bomb. Right there. The disarming lock. With his hacking augmentation at its best, he could open the device and crush the explosive system in less than...

10 seconds...
Marchenko stumbled, wiping his forehead and readjusting his vision on his remaining eye.
8 seconds.
The man breathed heavily, a hand reaching for Adam's back.
5 seconds.
It was too late. Too late to bother about loud noises and alerting the neighborhood. It had to be done. He activated his pistol-arm.
3 seconds.
Suddenly, a noise. Far behind him. Stressed out, he turned back. Reinforcement ?
No. Nothing.
1 second…

Adam closed his fist tightly, crushing the little ball that would have been responsible for the death of hundred of people tonight. Relief passed through his eyes…
But relief-time was short. A hand grabbed him by the collar, threw him on his back. Another hand punched his head. Hard. The Pitbull was mad. His plan had failed. It was not about killing Adam right now. It was about tearing him into tiny pieces…
Completely groggy, Jensen felt a foot leaning on his thorax while both his arms were being… teared off. This time, pain was excruciating. Flesh was torn apart from biotic elements. A few seconds later, he heard the metal parts being thrown away… while the Pitbull stomped on his bionic legs. After his deeds were done, he bent over his ex-hunter.

"You'll see how it is to be thrown in aug jails. They won't bother about giving you new limbs."

Taking back the bag with the deactivated bomb, Marchenko was ready to walk away, blood still dripping from his severed head.

"It's over, this time. But it's only delaying the big event. That's a shame. You could have been part of this. Brother."

It was the last words Adam heard. Body wrapped in pain, he exhaled. And drowned in unconsciousness.

*Garvin Quinn : he is a side character in the DLC "The Missing Link", and he is an acquaintance of Janus. Since Janus might be the head of the Juggernaut Collective, it's pretty obvious Quinn is also a member of the group...
*братан : a russian word Quinn uses a lot in the DLC. It simply means "Brother".

The fighting scene was short, but really intense to write, I hope it was okay !
I included side characters such as Quinn in there... Yep. Imagining things through canon story is really fun ! :)
Don't hesitate to throw some feedback out there... It would be much appreciated ! Have a nice day and see you soon...