“I… don’t want him to know I’m his father. I’d rather he thought of me the way I was…”
Aiden Pearce shook his head. “I think he should know. And I think you’ll change your mind.”
“Maybe. I’m not ready yet.”
“You know he’s getting married?”
“No. That’s good. God bless her. Fine girl.”
“Okay. Here’s the food bank.” Pearce pulled up at the curb. “You need some cash?”
“Not just now. You promise—you won’t tell him?”
“I won’t tell him, till you’re ready.”
“Thanks, Pearce. Keep your head down.”
“Always do.”
Blank got out. Pearce watched him walk up to the food bank’s alley door.
Then Pearce’s phone rang. He answered it.
“Pearce?”
“Yeah.”
“T-Bone.”
“I recognize your voice, filtered through all that beard. What’s up?”
“Trouble. Stuff we might have to deal with together…”
“Okay,” Pearce said. “I’m gonna ditch this car. I’ll call you from my safehouse.”
He ended the call, and drove off.
As he went, a ctOS camera tracked the car.
Stolen car, the system reported.
But by the time the police found it, ditched in the South Side—Aiden Pearce was no longer there. He was nowhere to be found.
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Watch Dogs™ //n/Dark Clouds is produced, edited and published by Ubisoft Entertainment SA
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Writer: John Shirley
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers