So the new watch dogs 2 trailer came out today and I don't know how I feel about it. I don't know the whole story, but I might get it. The bracelet that Clara stole from the last chapter is actually the profile picture for this story. Forgot to mention that. This chapter will not have a journal because of the events that happen. Anyways, enjoy the chapter
(The next day at the Chicago Police Department)
"What do you mean he was shot?!" A police officer, Maria, shouts at detective Sheila.
She sighs before answering, "While your brother was on guard duty, he was shot and killed by the Black Dragon."
Maria was in disbelief. She shuts her eyes to push back tears.
"I'm sorry, Maria," Sheila tells her, "There's going to be a funeral held for him next week."
Maria takes a deep breath before opening her eyes.
"She killed him. That stupid bitch killed him," she tries not to shout again, "I will find this woman no matter what it takes."
"Look, don't get crazy. You should take some time to grieve for your brother before jumping to conclusions."
"I'll grieve as soon as this woman is behind bars."
Before detective Sheila could say anything back, Maria turns on her heel and stomps out of the building. She goes outside and leans against the department walls. She couldn't believe her brother was dead. He was just doing his job and this is what he gets. Maria was going to find this thief no matter what it took.
Clara just got done picking out a few pieces of clothing. She bought some more mousse for her hair, and some vanilla perfume. She didn't have her grapple or daggers with her, but she did have a gun inside her purse just in case she would need it. She left her journal at home too.
Carrying her shopping bags, she makes her way to the escalator. She could have sworn she saw a few people watching her from a distance, but she ignored them. She didn't want to deal with any paranoia on a lovely day.
Clara was wearing peep toe heels she had bought along with bright blue short shorts and a black tank top to show off her tattoos. Sure, her gunshot scars could be a bit visible, but they were mostly covered up by the tattoos.
This was actually one of the fewest times she bought something with her own money. She felt like a spoiled child because her father usually payed for everything such as her apartment, her car valet, her motorcycle, and her weapons.
Suddenly, she spots a tall man walking confidently towards her. He wore a jet black suit with a silver necktie and his dark brown hair was combed back, but slightly messy. He was quite good looking, but Clara had no interest in him.
He stops in front of her and starts speaking, "Excuse me, miss," his voice was deep, "Do you know where the food court is?"
She did know where it was. She remembered passing it while shopping.
"It should be right down there."
She points towards the direction behind her. Not looking towards where she was pointing, the man continues to look down at her.
"You should be able to find it on your way there."
"Actually, I was hoping you could come with me," he says while looking up and down at her appraisingly.
Was he catching onto her?
"I can't, I need to leave," Clara tells him.
"Why leave so soon?"
He steps closer and suddenly wraps one arm around her waist. Taking this by surprise, she says, "Please let go of me. I have to leave"
She tries to pull away from him, but she is only pulled closer. Clara easily caught the scent of his cologne. Keeping a firm grip on her bags, she remembered that she had a gun inside one of them. However, she didn't want to pull it out right away because she was in a public place.
While Clara tries to decide what to do, he leans towards her face and places his other hand on her cheek. Now he was too close to her. She tries to push him away, but he had a firm grip on her and he wasn't letting go. She grew irritated. She didn't want this man to ruin her day.
She raises one knee and kicks him hard in his crotch area. He lets go of her and groans in pain.
"Ah! Get her! Grab the bitch!" He shouts through gritted teeth.
The man seemed to be talking to someone behind her. She turns around and sees three men stalking towards her. They were dressed as the same men who shot her at the cemetery.
Immediately, she drops her bags except for her purse and starts running towards the escalator. The men quickly run after her. Reaching the escalator, she could see people standing on the moving stairs. They were blocking her way. Not seeing another escape route, she dashes down the escalator while pushing people out of the way.
Midway down, she jumps over the staircase and lands safely on the ground. Seeing the men pushing past the people on the escalator, she makes a break for the exit doors.
Suddenly, she hears a gunshot from behind her. The bullet almost hit her and she could hear civilians screaming. The automated doors open and she makes it outside. Now she had to remember where she parked her car.
Her run turns into a slow jog as she searched each parking spot, but her car was no where in sight. She sees the men exiting the mall and separating to search for her.
"Câlisse," she swears in a panic.
Her feet were starting to hurt from the heels she was wearing and the walking. If she couldn't find her car, she was screwed.
She then remembered that she had her car keys inside her purse. She must have been too distracted to think of her car keys. Clara pulls them out and presses the button that would automatically start up her car. Flashing lights appear in the corner of her eye and she turns to see her car in a parking space.
As if it were a miracle from God, Clara rushes towards her car and gets inside. She pulls out of the parking lot and gets on the main road. The men see her leaving and they enter their own vehicles before chasing after her.
Seeing the men pursuing her, Clara speeds up. Keeping one hand on the wheel, she shuffles through her purse in search of her gun. She finds it and pulls it out. Looking in the side view mirror, she sees one of her pursuers holding a pistol. The gunman sticks his gun out the window and shoots at one of her tires. The tire gives out, causing her to slow down.
She swears once again as the pursuers catch up to her. Their car appears right beside her's. She rolls down her window and fires one shot at the gunman. The bullet strikes his arm and he releases his gun. The driver of the car suddenly turns his car towards her's and starts ramming it. Several scratches and dents appear on the side of Clara's car.
She was about to shoot at them again until she sees traffic lights up ahead. There were multiple cars waiting at the red light. She slows down while her pursuers pass her. She pulls out her phone and hacks into the traffic lights. The lights turn green which made most of the cars go foward. The pursuers fell right into the trap. Their car was smashed back and forth by all the cars that fell for the green light. The men inside the car were killed by the impact.
Clara parks her car on the side of the road due to her flat tire. She looks around for anymore pursuers before exiting her car to look at the flat tire. She walks towards the back of her car to see her tire flat from the bottom. She needed to call her car valet.
Clara searches through her contacts on her phone and finds his number. She was about to call him until she hears sirens from a distance. She looks up to see police cars heading towards the traffic light mess. Clara could see a cop in one of cars turn to her. The cop, who was a woman, seemed to recognize Clara. She stops her car and alerts the other police officers around to help her.
Clara groans then starts running towards a nearby forest. This turned out to be a terrible idea. She already had a hard time stumbling past the branches. Heels and branches are a foul mix. She could take them off, but that could lead to her bare feet being spiked by snicker bushes.
Before she could realize, her toe rams into a rock buried into the ground. She cries out in agony and hears footsteps behind her. Suddenly, series of shocks radiate through her body . Through the shock, she could see that the female cop who saw her earlier, had tazed her. Unable to move, Clara was about to fall until she caught by another police officer. Handcuffs are wrapped around her wrists and she is taken to a police car.