A/N: Sorry about the wait people, surprisingly Watchdogs wasn't my main distraction. I unfortunately had to shingle my roof and redo my deck, and play Watchdogs of course. I have a few things to say about the game so if you're interested in getting it, I promise it will be spoiler free. I'll slip it in after the Review Response, so give it a read if you're interested. Now on with the show!
Chapter 9
-A Garden View-
It's been two weeks since I saw Saleon, I still haven't heard anything from him which worries me. I hope Garrus doesn't scare him off before he gets me Haynes's clone, he shouldn't be able to, he needs to prepare for the court date tomorrow.
At least I think he does, I sure did.
Broadway has been grilling me for four days now and I have no idea why, the story is simple, not too many details. The only thing that worries him is the fact that I semi-tortured the human in the apartment. Broadway calls it torture, but I insist it's semi-torture. I did nothing worse than twisting an arm, I just put him in an uncomfortable pain and then let him go when he told me what I wanted to hear. Actual torture is way worse, it ruins the body and shatters the mind. This guy will just be blowing blood out of his nose for the next few days.
Well… Not now I guess, I did kill him after all.
Now that's bugging me. Before coming here I would have never thought I'd be capable of killing. I'm not afraid to get in a fight but to take someone's life is different, it's wrong. But it didn't feel wrong, not in the moment. When I think about it, when I really think about it, the crunch of bone or flesh tearing apart, it makes me feel sick. But in that moment I didn't care, I didn't give it a second thought. I'm not sure what to make of that, so I bury it deep in my mind with the rest of the shit I don't want to think about.
The cancer doesn't have me as worried as it should be, though I've never been the kinda guy to worry about something that's so far off in the future. If I had a flag to fly the quote on it would say "We'll Cross That Bridge When We Come To It" and the crest would be a silhouette of a guy shrugging. Now that's something I'd fly outside my house.
I'm now watching Aila pace around her apartment nervously, worrying that I'll be put in some space prison. Saylem is cool as a fucking cucumber as always and Pac isn't that far behind. Broadway reminds me of guys in the locker room prepping for a big game, sitting on the edge of his seat with his elbows resting on his knees and his head drooped over with headphones sticking in his ears. I'm slouched deep into my chair making myself dizzy watching Aila.
"Aila." I moan. "Just sit down, you're going to give me a headache."
"I'm sorry." She apologizes as she runs her hands over her fringe. "I'm just nervous, what if you get taken away?"
"Naa." I shrug. "I'm not going anywhere, Broadways got my back." I thumb over to him. Broadway perks up at the sound of his name and takes out his ear buds.
"Sorry?" he asks.
"Just saying how I'm not going to jail because I've got you representing me." I tell him as I sit up.
"Oh." He nods with a smile. "Yeah I wouldn't worry about it."
Aila seems to calm down a bit but still doesn't stop pacing. I tilt my head to Broadway and nod at him, getting his attention.
"So how is this going to go?" I ask. "What do I need to do?"
"Just say exactly what you told me." He says. "The only problem in the story is the torture, just tell them he never said anything. You too." He motions at Saylem who responds with a sharp nod of his own.
I refrain from correcting Broadway about the torture decide to check my messages instead, but am disappointed to have none. I didn't expect one from Saleon, he said two weeks and despite my dislike for him he's good at what he does. It doesn't stop me from being nervous about the lack of an update though. I thought I would get one from Waiter or Mack, maybe not from Jase seeing as he's in the med bay.
After a while of sitting in silence, barring the small conversations filling in some of the quiet, we all stand and make our way to the door. We all shuffle in to the elevator and wait as it brings us to ground level. Everyone is eerily quiet, but I get that. I had to go to court over a speeding ticket once and I didn't want to say anything, I just sat there thinking.
The doors to the elevator open and we start to walk out into the street and to a rapid transit terminal. As we walk my Omni-tool lets of a quiet beep and blinks on my hand, I quickly bring it up and open my message app, hoping it's from the Expedition crew. I frown as biotic facility's name flashes and am immediately reminded of the cancer, but I shove the thought deeper in my mind and open the message.
Mr. Matticks
This is an automated message, please do not respond the this message.
Your biotic status has been updated with Citadel Security's registry. The current biotic power level (BPL) has been classified as 4 with a potential of 6. You must be retested within a Citadel year to update your BPL, retesting may stop when you reach your maximum BPL potential of 6.
Please note that these records are only available to Citadel Security officers and personnel. None of your information will be released to the public, we value our client's privacy.
Thank you for your time.
I close my message app and my Omni-tool fades as we all pile into a skycar.
When we arrived at the courthouse we were all immediately sent through several scanners, once we went through those, Aila and Pac break off from Broadway, Saylem and myself and head into the courtroom. Broadway, Saylem and I are rounded up and placed in a separate area next to the rest of the courtroom where a jury would be seated.
I look across at the other seating area and see the detectives from Haynes's mugging and Garrus and his partner. These must be where the prosecuting side must sit and we're sitting in the defense side. I notice Garrus doesn't seem very angry which could be taken as good and bad. He could be starting to forgive me or he is getting closer to catching Saleon. I hope it's not the latter.
The salarian judge walks onto the pedestal that I just noticed, Jesus it reminds me of the platform the council perches on. I feel a hand smack me on the shoulder and see Broadway glaring down at me, I look around and notice that everyone in the courtroom is standing up, except for me. I try to act natural as the entire courtroom watches me awkwardly stand up. After the judge says his entrance and reads the names of the people involved in the court, we are asked to be seated.
The trial itself was actually pretty short, I don't know why I thought it would be long. Once all of the evidence was reviewed and the judge took our statements, he went into his room to make a decision. I turn to Broadway and nudge his shoulder.
"What do you think?" I ask in a whispered voice. "You think I'll be fine?"
Broadway thinks for a few seconds before tilting his head to me. "Seven days, four if you mind your manners."
"What do you mean seven days?" I whisper harshly.
"Four for good behavior." He corrects.
"For what?"
"Torture." He deadpans.
"Semi-torture." I correct as I slouch in my chair and pout. "And this is bullshit."
Seven days in jail is too long, I have to get out early or we will miss our deal with Saleon. That can't happen. Everything we've worked for hinges on me now, I can't fuck this up. I have to get out in four days, there's no other option.
The judge walks back into the courtroom and raises his hands like he's a messiah and we all go silent.
"Upon review of the evidence, I find the defendant innocent of two counts of murder." He announces calmly. I breathe a sigh of relief that I didn't know I was holding in, I look at Broadway and see him nodding slightly as if he expected that ruling. "On the charge of torture I find the defendant innocent."
I cock my head at this, that's the only other charge there is. I look at Broadway with a confused expression painting my face, he simply acknowledges my look with a raised brow and he nods back to the judge.
"However." The judge continues. I watch Broadway mouth the judges words as the judge explains himself. "After reviewing the circumstances, I deem the defendant guilty of assault with a weapon. Due to the minimal damage done in the instance of the assault, the defendant will be sentenced to seven days in prison which may be shortened with good behavior."
The judge then walks of his pedestal and two turian guards walk out of a doorway from under the platform. They both look at me and wave me over. I stand up and shake Broadways hand, thanking him as I walk off the stand and over to the guards. The one grabs my shoulder and rips me around, slamming my wrists into handcuffs.
"Hey man." I protest. "Easy!"
"Shut up." The guard spits as he shoves me forward towards the door, once it closes behind us he roughly forces me into a small cell that's no bigger than a large closet. "I'm sick of you humans, always getting away with your lies!" he sneers as I'm pushed against the wall.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I shout as he turns back to his friend, who looks just as angry as him.
"Humans." He snorts before getting in my face. "We should have neutered your race like the krogan."
"Are you serious?" I yell. Suddenly his arm twitches across his body and a searing pain erupts from my shoulder. I winch and try not to yell out as my whole body shrivels at the pain. I glare up at the turian who is wielding an extendable baton, resembling the ones Cerberus soldiers used in Mass Effect 3. "You racist prick." I mutter and am instantly met with another strike from the baton.
"Look at the human." He jeers as he closes the baton with a series of clicks as he steps back. "Clearly outmatched but you just don't quit do you? Such arrogance from such a young species, and it's that arrogance that cost my brothers their lives trying to quell your species hunger for war."
"That's rich." I spit. "A turian calling human's war hungry, if I know my history, it was you assholes that fired the first shot!"
"Oh to have that honor." He chuckles as he walks out of the cell and stands in the doorway. "I can't stop every human out there, but I can stop you."
"Stop me from what?" I ask snidely.
His mandibles spread with an evil turian grin before the door to the cell closes with a hiss, leaving a small slit at eye level. His eyes pierce through the slit and burn into my skull. "From living." He says darkly.
I immediately shoot up and press my face against the small opening, causing the turian to flinch backwards. "Did you see?" I hiss. "Did you see what happened to the last man who threatened my life?"
The turian hesitates, pondering my threat. He glances to his friend before looking back at me. His arm moves and he jams the baton into my neck, before I could move away I hear a quick buzz of electricity and every muscle in my body locks, spasming until I hit the floor. My limbs twitch as I hear footsteps echo away into nothing and the light fades to black.
It's been two days since I was put here, not a single guard has come through here. It took me less then twenty minutes to decide to use a warp on my handcuffs to get them off. This cell I'm in is obviously just a holding cell, it's not meant for people to be in for more than a few hours. There's no bed, just a steel bench, there's no toilet, just a corner that has been repurposed.
They can't do this to me, it's not right. I have no problem with doing my time, but this is unacceptable. This is the sort of thing that happened in the Middle Ages, some times in my time but I didn't think it could happen in the future.
I tried calling out the slot, but nobody came. I'm giving it another day before I break out of here, I will not die in here. I tried to send a message to Broadway and the rest of my friends but my Omni-tool is jammed, just like the interrogation room in the C-Sec academy. Now it's just a fancy watch that tortures me with the time I've spent in this shithole. A sudden waft of stench reminds me how true that statement really is.
[Well well well, looky what we've got here!]
{Are you ok?}
Yeah I'm fine, for now.
[Can't you do anything right?]
{You don't seem to have the best of luck James.}
Yeah, tell me about it. Nothings really gone right in the time I've been here, the only thing so far is my deal with Saleon. Hopefully that won't go sour like the rest of the… everything I've done.
{You will be ok, you always turn it around for the better!}
[Well, I wouldn't go that far. Garrus is out there right now trying to catch Saleon who is now being more active because of your little project. The more things that slithery fuck does the more chances there are for a mistake to surface.]
Shit, you're right. What if it causes a mistake that lets Garrus catch him instead of him running away! It could get traced back to me, back to my friends! Fuck!
{Your friend Saylem is smarter than that! I bet that software he made you download could help you stay hidden!}
[Or it covers his tracks, he was STG. Those guys have more failsafe's then a junkie has nervous ticks.]
Nah, Saylems alright. He doesn't seem like the kinda guy to stab someone in the back.
[He also didn't seem like the kinda guy to be in STG.]
Point taken, but Saylem wouldn't do that… I don't think he would do that.
{Saylem is a wonderful person!}
Well, wonderful might be too far. Broadway or Aila maybe, they are genuinely nice people. Not that Saylems not nice, he's just quiet and keeps to himself.
[Speaking of Aila, how long are you going to live with that piece of ass before you get in that?]
Get in that? Gee you have such a way with words, fucking idiot. Get your mind out of the gutter, we're just friends.
{Besides, he isn't her type.}
What's that supposed mean?
{You're not her type.}
[What the fuck are you talking about?]
Yeah man, what are you talking about?
{She said it the day you met her!}
So? I'm a delight to be around!
[Well…]
Fuck you man!
[Fuck you!]
No, fuck YOU!
{I hate to interrupt this enthralling battle of wits, but you have a visitor!}
I perk up as the sound of footsteps grows louder. I quickly stand up and rush to the slot, shoving my hand through it and waving it around.
"Hey!" I shout. "Help me!"
The footsteps stop just outside my door and I try to look through the slot to see who it is, but I don't see anyone. Suddenly a shimmering static takes the shape of a man before blinking out leaving a man dressed in black in its place.
Dressed in black might be an understatement, the man is wearing combat pants and a tactical vest over a skin tight gel armored shirt. The vest and pants are covered in small ceramic plates that cover vital parts of the body while pouches are filled with all manners of equipment cover the rest of his body. He's wearing a full faced helmet with a dark tinted visor covering his eyes that looks like a heavily modified Alliance helmet, and is toting a Vindicator style assault rifle which is also black.
"Got him." he mutters in a low voice as he looks at the open space next to him. Within an instant the empty space he was talking to is filled with another uncloaking man. The second man waves his Omni-tool over the slot and he looks at it for a second before reaching into one of his pouches.
"Positive id, under nourished, but can move." He says as he pulls out a small disk. "Extraction is go, Kappa protocol. Hand off with Prodigal in twenty."
"Acknowledged." The first man says as he brings his fingers to his helmet and turns away. "Prodigal, package is secure. Kappa protocol is active, standby."
"Uhh hey." I wave as I stare at the commandoes. "I just wanted some water and food, I can't leave."
The second commando ignores me and plants the disk on the door and begins to fiddle with it. "Thirty seconds." He mutters at the other commando who is now looking in the slot.
"We're leaving." He orders quietly.
"You two can leave." I tell him as I back away from the slot. "I have to stay in here, just bring me water and tell someone I'm still in here" I say as I sit down on the bench. "Not a turian though, tell another race." I add, don't want the same guy who put me here to "check" on me.
"We are leaving." He tells me with authority. I see his Omni-tool light up and he opens it before he taps the other commando on the shoulder. "Perimeter breach, this location in compromised. Delta protocol, pack it up and alert Prodigal." He turns back to me and points through the slot. "We weren't here." He whispers before he is swallowed up by a cloak, and just like that they're gone.
"What the fuck…" I mumble to myself as I try to look through the slot. I look down the hall and see the door slide open but to my surprise, an asari officer walks through. I see a pair of shimmers slip through the door before it closes, leaving the asari walking down the hall towards me. Those guys don't fuck around.
"Hey lady." I yell down the hall, making the asari jump and draw her weapon. "Please don't shoot me." I say as I wave out of the slot, getting her attention. She jogged over to my door and shines her light into my cell.
"Oh my god." She mutter as she stares at the pit I've called home for the past few days.
"Yes I'd like to upgrade my room please." I say as is sit down and cross my legs, clasping my hands on my lap. "I asked for a garden view."
I like this cell a lot better, it's got a bed and a toilet and is more roomy. I also got some food and water which is always nice and I even have a roommate, a sarcastic quarian named Lorin'Nazza nar Shellen. His suit is a mat black with white accents, and a black tinted mask which makes his glowing eyes even more prominent.
"So you here for your pilgrimage?" I ask as I sit down in my bed. Lorin, who is laying down on his own bed, glances up and turns to me.
"Yeah, I'm looking for ship parts in this cell." He sighs. "I haven't found any yet but I have a good feeling."
"Well if I see any I'll let you know." I smirk as I slouch into my bed. "Why are you in jail?"
"Apparently loitering is illegal." He huffs sarcastically. "Doubly so if you're quarian."
"Seriously." I say in a condescending voice. "There is literately not a single crime that could be lamer then that. Bravo sir, you have set a new low."
"Yeah, I'm honored." He chuckles. "What are you in for? Littering?"
"I beat up eight people, killed three, and semi-tortured another." I casually shrug. Lorin looks over at me before slowly getting into a seated position, he stares at me for a moment before speaking.
"No way." He says, not in disbelief but a heavy helping of doubt.
"Yup."
"How?"
"Biotics."
"Prove it."
I flare my biotics and shoot him a grin. He sits in silence again before lounging back in his bed again.
"Show off."
I laugh as I glance out the cell at the officer sitting at her desk, she looks bored to tears. I look back to Lorin and nod at him.
"So what did you do on the Shellen?" I ask.
"How'd you know that was my ships name?" he asks without looking away from the ceiling.
"I'm really smart." I smile.
"Smart enough to use the extranet obviously." He says with a smile, at least it sounded like that, I can only make out his eyes behind the mask. "I was training to be a marine until it was time for my pilgrimage, I went to Omega because I thought I could get a ship there for cheap."
"You went to Omega?" I ask. "I can't imagine how many filters you went through." I chuckle.
"I almost ran out." he says in a way that makes me think he's actually serious. "I actually ended up working as a hired gun, I guess they figured I'd get shot and die before they had to pay me."
"Makes sense." I nod. "That's the first thing I thought when you said hired gun."
"Thanks." He mutters sarcastically. "So as I was saying, hired gun, after I did a few jobs there I decided to take my hard earned money and come to this racist factory to find a ship that might actually run. It's cleaner then Omega though, so that's nice I guess."
"Yeah tell me about it." I laugh. "I was locked in a closet and left to die because some turian was still pissed about the war."
"Ah." He nods. "He figured out that you were in the meeting that was in charge of leading the human rebellion? I hate it when that happens, people always figure out that it was me that built the geth!" he shouts with his arms up in shock. I crack a smile at that and an idea pops into my head.
"So, you're a mercenary huh?"
"You pieced that all together by yourself?" he says in a childish tone. "I'm so proud of you!" he cheers.
"Ass." I mutter through a smirk. "I might need your services in the future, not sure what it involves but there'll be decent pay."
"Sure, I'm out in a day or so, I'll sent you a message." He agrees.
"Cool, skills?" I ask as I sit up.
"I'm handy with a computer, hacking and all that." he shrugs. "I'm also good with a weapon thanks to the marines, and I specialize in infiltration."
"I'll write that down." I joke. "Seriously though, I might have something for you later."
"Nice to know I'm needed." He sighs, feigning self-pity. "I'll look forward to it."
Another day passed, being stuck in this cell would have been excruciatingly boring if Lorin wasn't here. We talked about his days on Omega, some of the jobs he did protecting people. He told me a story about how he killed a krogan in zero-g combat and I told him about my story. The slave ship, Haynes, the batarians, the turian, I left out the part about ousting Haynes though. I did just meet the sarcastic little shit after all.
We stop talking as the door to the place opens and stand up and press against the glass. Nobody walks in though, the door just opened and closed.
"Weird." Lorin says as he sits back on his cot. "Here I was thinking there would be a show."
I narrow my eyes as I glare around the room, this seems familiar. I think I know what's going on and I'm not too happy about it. "I wouldn't say that just yet." I tell him over my shoulder as I scan the room for movement. I knock on the glass and start shouting at the nothingness in the room. "I told you I'm not going with you!"
"What are you doing?" I hear Lorin speak up behind me.
"Just watch." I say as I wave for him to be quiet. "They're here!"
"The orderlies?" he asks. "To take you back to the asylum?"
"Shut up." I hush him. "Just watch man."
So we watch, for almost a minute we sit in silence save for Lorin's occasional jeers. Then it happens, the officer who was sitting at her desk suddenly jolts her head to the side and slouches over, knocked unconscious. One of the commandos appears out of thin air next to the officer and another appears at the door.
"Well fuck me." Lorin whispers as he stands up and walks slowly to the edge of our cell.
"Wouldn't you need some sort of attachment?" I whisper as I nudge his shoulder.
"Yeah." He sighs sounding slightly depressed. "They're so expensive." He mutters to himself.
I turn to him and give him a judging look before turning back to see one of the commandos crouched by the door, jamming some sort of putty against the lock. He finishes up and plants a pronged receiver into the putty and backpedals away from the door. I walk closer to the mess he made and get a closer look at the putty.
"I'd back up if I were you." Lorin whispers, I look to see he has made my bed into a makeshift barrier. I smirk at him and stand my ground. The commando opens his Omni-tool and presses a button before it fades away. The receiver makes three short beeps and then the fourth drags on until it's interrupted with a small explosion. The heat wraps around my body and my barriers glow as they fight away the blast and glass trying to damage my body.
"That's unnecessary." I say as one of the commandoes slides the door open. "I'm sure there was a switch somewhere. And I told you I'm not going with you."
One of the commandoes stands in front of me as the other starts talking into his Omni-tool. "Yes you are." He says as he grabs at my shoulder. I quickly try to give him a hard shove out of the cell but my hands don't even touch his chest before he windmills his arms, knocking mine aside and grabbing me by my jacket and tossing me out of my cell.
I hit the ground with a thud and I scramble to my feet. "I'm not going with you, I've already made plans." I say, trying not to get angry. My vision blurs as a load crack erupts from the back of my head and I fall forward. I reach my hand to the back of my head and pull it away to see blood. A pair of hands grabs my jacket and start to pull me towards the door.
I try to focus and smile as I feel the dragging slow and grunts start to leak from the commando as I increase my mass. Finally he stops and I lower my mass before I hit the floor. Once I'm on the ground I spin around on my back only to be met with a fist. I'm once again grabbed and pulled to the door. Once I'm out of the door I'm am dragged towards a skycar. Where are all the officers? Someone should be here.
I push my dragged feet up off the ground bringing me to a standing position, I feel a hand grab my shoulder again and try to force me to the ground, but not this time. I slide my left hand under my right arm and launch a throw, tossing the commando off to the side. To his credit, he landed in a roll and was on his feet in seconds but I have time before he'd get back.
I turn my attention to the second commando and increase my mass before slamming my forehead into his helmet. I don't know if you know too much about physics, but I know enough that if my mass is increased, my density is raised too. Not drastically, but enough so I can send a bone breaking head but without getting a concussion. The commando is forced backwards and to the ground, sliding several feet before he stops so he can grab his head.
I turn just in time to see the first commando throwing a haymaker right at my face. I somehow manage to catch his punch, the increased mass causing his hand to come to a full stop. I smirk as I look at him but my smirk fades as I hear him chuckle. My eyes dart to my hand as I hear I high pitched whine come from my hand, his hand actually. I feel the familiar pain of thousands of volts of electricity pulse through my body, I try to keep my muscles from locking up but I didn't stand a chance. I feel the metal floor contact my back as I try to stop the muscle spasms.
I can only watch as the commando flips me on my stomach and force my hands into handcuffs, these ones have hand restraints as well, probably to keep biotics from using gestures to get out of the cuffs. I can't wait to get out of these, I just have to wait until my body stops trying to do the robot.
For now though, I have to put up with being forced into the skycar and taken away to god knows where.
We have been flying for a few minutes now, I finally have some muscle control. I have to wait to see where we are going first though, I don't think skycars can make the trip through the mass relay. They're probably taking me to some other ship, I can get out then but I need to find out who these people are.
"Two minutes out." The one commando says from the driver's seat. "Alert Prodigal that we are inbound."
The other commando, who has a huge crack on his visor, makes a quick Omni-tool entry before looking back to the driver. "I don't understand why Prodigal is even here."
"Prodigal wants to see the package, Prodigal's not involved but apparently was in the area and wanted to see him, micromanaging ass." the driver responds. I'm about to make a smart ass remark until I see the commando pull off his damaged helmet. I recognize him, he is one of the men from the elevator and Saleon's clinic.
"You." I mutter. "What the hell?"
The man looks back at me and smirks. "We were just keeping tabs on our future investment." He says, causing the driver to chuckle.
The sky car starts to land and I look out the window to see a small ship docked with some people waiting. I notice they are all dressed in the same fashion as the commandos. The door to the skycars lifts up and I'm forced out, I can't get to my feet though before I'm being dragged again. I lift my eyes, scanning for a company logo or name but I can't see any.
"So where are they taking him?" the guy without a helmet asks as the pull me along.
"I don't know, I heard someone mention restarting Teltin for this poor bastard." He shrugs.
Teltin… No, it can't be, they can't be…
"This is him?" a female voice speaks up, a soft Australian accent hanging on her words. I look up and my heart quickens, and the blood drains from my face as my eyes trace up the trademark cat suit. I stare in horror at the one and only.
Miranda Lawson.
R/R
Spiritstrike: Yeah, I actually had the idea for the cancer from the start! I would probably freak out too, I can't imagine getting news like that. Oh yeah, I like giving nods to the people who inspired me to start writing this. Mav and Garrus are going to have a lot of friction come time to board the Normandy, but who doesn't love friction, and I figured Garrus is one of the best. (next to Wrex of course) Thanks for reviewing, as always!
masterdude94: Yeah, it's pretty great! Ubisoft always manages to put out great games, Assassins Creed being one of my favorites. Thanks for reading!
CrimsonKnight117: Yup, who doesn't like conflict? Garrus is one of my favorite characters and happens to have certain events that happen to him that work with my master plan! And no he can't, but things should be turning around soon (despite the end of this chapter!) Thanks for reading and reviewing!
OnkelJo: Thank man! Yeah I take pride in validating what happens to my characters, I can't stand when "just cuz" is the reason for characters abilities. I tried doing that for the Omni-tools and after half an hour I finally went with reading electrical impulses, which is the most logical excuse I can think of. I defiantly will try man, and thanks for reading!
Orchidellia: Yeah, not everything is sunshine and roses! I hope this chapter is exciting enough for you, there's plenty more to come! Thanks for the review!
DelVarO: Haha! Ali G! Nice! Cancer is a solid excuse, nothing else comes to mind. To be honest I doubt Mav will tell him, if he won't tell his friends he won't tell someone he doesn't like! Ah yes, those pesky rumors. Yeah man, let's rip up Titanfall! We would have to plan it though, I don't have internet out here in the country so I go to my uncles once every few months and binge on online gaming. The only reason I can post these chapters and read fanfics is because of my iPhone and its hotspot! Thanks again for reading man, I'll send you a PM!
general-joseph-dickson: Yeah I noticed that too, don't worry though, it will turn around eventually! Thanks for reading!
Michae1ange1o: Yup! Gotta shout out the reason why I started writing this story, I did the same with DelVarO and will eventually work in the others when I can make it fit. And don't worry, it'll turn around eventually. I had to look up Leverage because I've never heard of it but I read the description and I can see how you made that connection. I might even start watching it, it sounds interesting. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Wolfshark: Yup! Everything comes with a price, no matter what. I'm looking forward to writing about it! And I will!
A/N: Ok, so, Watchdogs. Doesn't look as good as I expected but I am playing it on the 360 so that's fine and it still looks good! The combat is fun and the hacking adds a whole new aspect to the game, a well-placed hack can change the tide of an entire firefight! The story is ok so far, I'm only about 60% through the campaign so I can't say it's not good yet and Ubisoft always has something up their sleeve.
There are seemingly infinite side missions as well as something called a "digital trip" which is basically a few mini games, one of which is called "alone" which almost sent me into cardiac arrest. There are these freaky robot people who shine red lights at you when they see you, and then they haul ass at you and try to melt you, promptly sending you from a calm stealthy demeanor to a panicky fit!
The problem I have with the game so far is the driving, you can't turn without the tires screeching, it feels similar to Saints Row driving which doesn't fit with the feel of the rest of the game. Other than that though, the game is top! I'd give it an 8/10!