#the others show up there but im less confident writing them lawl

[milos-doots]

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Milo posting Fanfiction?? It's more likely than you think 😳 I'm cringe but I'm freee

I didn't fact check this or spell check I barely checked anything I simply wrote and didn't read anything back <3

Watch Dogs 2 grabbed me by the neck again as you can see and MAN. I want a certain genre of fics that I can Never find so this is part one of me making them,,, part two??? Who knows

Anyways here it starts have funnn

Some background:

This is a "What if?" Scenario for the DLC "Moscow Gambit". This follows some time after the events of Marcus' kidnapping and Dedsec's act of revenge with destroying some of the Bratva's.. supplies.

Marcus is now tasked as The Decoy, driving around Marin to attract the attention of the Bratva while the rest of Dedsec wire the Bratva houses to blow. It's going so far so good, Marcus has a target on his back, and the thing about decoys..

"Hurry, man! Decoys usually end up gettin' shot!"

"Yup, I hear you."

Marcus had been in much more precarious scenarios before, from being trapped in a Prime_eight bunker rigged with bombs, to escaping corrupt cops and gang members on Alcatraz. Leading the Bratva around on a wild goose chase seemed like nothing compared to this, and yet the both of them couldn't help the nervousness in their tones. One slip-up could be the end of the operation, and more people getting hurt.

The commercial areas of the town were in a panic, people running in all sorts of different directions towards buildings, just desperately trying to flee the gunfire from blockades that the gang had set up in order to catch Marcus in his tracks, but unfortunately for them, there was always a way around them.

Leaning into a sharp turn off the main road and onto a dirt path, he narrowly avoided another blockade and their bullet spray.

Ahead of him again was the house that Wrench was setting up in, and with no other options for a path, he held on for dear life and drove the cycle off a hill by an adjacent house.

He whooped as he landed it, the suspensions on the motorcycle squealing as he did. This wasn't the only tricky jump he landed, and each one was becoming less comfortable to land than the last. None of them were really comfortable at all, and early on, Marcus remarked to himself that he'd be sore in the morning after this.

Some Bratva members were ahead ready to intersect him with gunfire, but he was already zipping by them, running the cycle straight through a fence and back into a residential road he'd been through.

By now he was expecting the "all clear" and was just about ready to bolt and lose his tail, but nothing yet. There was radio silence on the others' end, and he could only hope that everyone was outta there by now.

The next corner he turned, the intersection was almost entirely blocked off, cars lining each side of the street, as well as the path he'd already stormed through.

"Marcus! We're done here! But I've got something ne-"

Whatever Wrench was saying next, Marcus couldn't hear.

At once they were all firing at him, yelling insults and directions to other members in Russian. He jerked the wheel to the side, turning the cycle as quickly as he could to head back on himself. That's when he felt it. A cry forced itself out as a sharp, hot pain shot through his leg and side, nearly almost causing him to fall off the cycle mid-turn. Just as he righted himself, another car was dead ahead, driving straight at him with no signs of slowing. The motorcycle was hissing, smoking underneath him. It, like him, wouldn't last much longer in the chase.

He swerved to the side, ending up on a shorter road that lead right down to a motel and parking lot. Marcus pulled the brakes as hard as he could, and yet he still ended up skidding through the fence and crashed onto the sand. The bike went flying by him, landing on the beach with a loud crash and a thud.

-"Marcus? MARCUS? Shit.. Fuck FUCK!"

The line went dead, and Marcus wasn't picking back up. And what he'd heard didn't sound good- guns firing, the cry with hitched breath and screeching of the motorcycles wheels. Wrench punched the makeshift workbench he'd been using, before knocking shit off of it with a yell. He called up the others, quickly updating them on what happened as he charged out of the house. In a different scenario, the others might've stopped him from rushing into conflict like this, but whatever they might've said wouldn't stop him from going. Around the side of the house was a second motorcycle, set up for his own escape when he was ready. As he got on and revved the engines, Sitara's voice cut through- the groups general consensus-

-"Go save our boy, Wrench."

Marcus laid stunned on the ground for a while, vision dark and spinning. A loud ringing filled his ears as he came to, clenching his hands, fistfuls of dirt and sand in an attempt to wake himself. More scattered gunshots and nearby voices yelling out in Russian alerted him.

They were still after him.

Unable to pick himself back up, he started dragging his body along the ground towards what remained of the fence and the concrete border to at least be in better cover. Sitting himself up against the wall, he pulled his mask off shakily, wrapping it as tightly around the area above the bullet wound on his leg as he possibly could.

"Shiit.. c'mon Man. You got this.-"

Shifting himself uncomfortably, he pulled out his phone. The screen was cracked but still useable, so he hacked into a nearby camera to mess with the infrastructure around in order to keep the attention away from his location. They were getting decently close to his hiding spot, and with the bike seeming to be minutes if not seconds from exploding, dread was beginning to set in.

Was this what Horatio felt? His last minutes bleeding out on the enemies floor, wondering if his friends knew where he was? If they were trying to find him?

Wrench's voice on his phone cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to the present.

-"Marcus! M, hey! I'm on my way. Just hold on. Josh got me your location. Don't move, just stay right there and I'll get you. Just *hold on.*"

He didn't respond, but Wrench knew he was listening, or at least he hoped. A lot of Bratva were still in the area according to his map, some leaving only because they'd given up the search.

A sudden explosion lit up an area down the road, and over the comms Wrench heard scattered panic from the gang and commands for backup. Whatever happened lead the rest away from where Marcus was at.

The engine of a motorcycle soon drowned out the searching, and through the cameras he could see Wrench flying up on his motorcycle. The masked man quickly got off, jumping the railing and landing by him.

"Shhiit- okay- alright, Marcus, we gotta go. I've got you. Just-- ooughhh up we go-"

Wrench was saying as he grabbed Marcus under the arm and helped pull him up. Sliding his phone back into his pocket he focused more on stemming the bleeding from his side.

"You like where- where I parked? Remember.. this spot?"

"Yeah, where we caught those FBI fuckwads creeping on us. Hard to forget. You scared the hell outta me, you know?"

Wrench placed another cloth mask in Marcus' hand, having it pressed against his side.

"Fuck, man! You are heavy!" Wrench joked, or at least tried to. The worry in his tone definitely killed it. Marcus let out a strained laugh as the two hobbled awkwardly up the stairs.

"Hhey- man, what did I tell you! Decoy. Got. Shot."

"Yeah he did."

Wrench's voice was wracked with poorly-hidden guilt. The adrenaline was still shooting through him as Wrench helped him onto the bike. It was numbing the pain, but it wouldn't last much longer now, and it was already starting to lose it's effect as Wrench got on afterwards, starting the engine.

"Hold on, alright M? Hold tight. Sitara-"

-"Everything's ready here. Get going!"

Wrench kept one hand over Marcus' arms, making sure he wouldn't let go. With that, he sped off, headed back for the Hackerspace.

"We still gonna do the- the boom booms?"

Marcus asked weakly with a little laugh, his head rested on the uncomfortable shoulder spikes.

"Yeahhh. We're gonna get those shit-stains back. We won't do those boom booms without you. I'll give your corpse the damn detonator if that's what it takes."

He got no response from Marcus, which worried him a bit. Wrench shrugged his shoulder a bit, carefully trying to wake him up, if he was falling asleep.

"C'mon M, not yet. You gotta stay with me here."

"Ay man- your shoulder.. not a good bed. Too many spikes. Not sayin' they dont look good or anything though.."

Marcus was quiet for a moment, grimacing as he pulled one hand back to put it over his side. Wrench held the other much more tightly, making sure he had some extra balance in his cloudy state. Marcus spoke up again.

"....How about some eye spy?"

It wasn't long before the two got back home, rushing through the empty storefront and to the back. The others were already at the door to greet them, quickly getting Marcus downstairs to be treated as best they could with what they had. Not only did the one on his side look worse, but turns out, when you go flying off a motorcycle going who knows how fast, there tends to be not-so pleasant side effects. Broken bones for one of them.

At the beginning there had been debate about whether or not they'd send him to a hospital, mainly worrying about the risk of any of their enemies finding out he was there, like that. In the beginning they'd decided against it, but when they had no other choice, they at least had help in Dedsec. One of their members at the hospital could take him in, keep things under wraps and put a fake alias into the system.

There wasn't much time, so despite their varied reservations, they sent him off.

Wrench sat at his workbench for a majority of the time afterwards, always looking back towards the entrance with mixes of worried different emotes showing on the mask. The only time his routine stopped being when Raymond came over and attempted to share a beer. Wrench didn't lash out, per se, though there had been a couple of choice words that kept him away from the general area for a while.

He'd desperately wanted to go in with Marcus when they took him out, but he'd been told to stay back, as have the rest of the members. It would draw too much attention, but they'd been informed that there were other ways to check in.

Time dragged on, as it always did when they didn't have Marcus running in and out of the Hackerspace, when they seemed to be doing the same old routine over and over again. Sitara going out to tag more buildings and billboards, Ray sitting in his usual corner, having a drink, or trying to see whatever Josh was doing. Something about a giant drone, usually.

It was hard for Wrench to do anything but go to his garage to build and break things, and if he wasn't there, he was in the Hackerspace with his hidden eyes glued to a tablet. Turns out, the hospital security was a bit tough to crack. Then again, his usual "brute force everything" method didn't quite work here. Or in most places.

"Heyy guys."

And there he was, walking down the last few steps into the main room, grinning like nothing even happened. It was hard to miss a couple of the butterfly bandages over the smaller scrapes, but he looked better.

"MARCUS!" Wrench abandoned whatever he was doing immediately, giving him one of the biggest hugs he'd ever given someone in his life.

"Shhii-.. auh, This feels familiar, don't it?"

Everything still hurt a lot, but he hugged Wrench back warmly.

"I'm sorry for ever sending you out there, man! Since you already had the whole bounty on your head and-"

"Nah, man.. it's cool. I had fun!"

Marcus pulled back, putting his hands on Wrench's shoulders.

"Plus, you totally went out there and risked your own ass for me. Totally badass."

"Like Jimmy Siska badass?" Wrench's mask lit up with question marks, and Marcus nodded with a laugh.

"Hell yeah like Jimmy Siska!"

The others had started to gather around, happy to have him home.

"I think this calls for a little "welcome home watch party", What do you say?" Sitara came up with Raymond, each with drinks for everyone there.

The party migrated to the couch, taking their positions as if they were about to watch the new cyber driver trailer all over again.

"How'd you get the attention of the Bratva? That explosion, what'd you do?" Marcus asked, sitting back comfortably with both hands on his drink.

"Well, let's say there's a *bunch* of high fish out on that side of town." Raymond remarked from the back with an amused tone, Josh short to follow with,

"Dead fish. Lots of dead or sick fish."

Marcus looked back to the two of them over his shoulder, raising his bottle as he spoke,

"I'll make sure to honor their noble sacrifice for me."

"Everyone!! Boom booms, people! Anyday now!" Wrench came from his workbench, raised the remote, before dramatically bowing down in front of where Marcus was sitting.

"Great sir, you have the honors. As promised."

"Why, thank you my dear knight in shining armor. Alright y'all. Let's finish these bastards."

Wrench hopped up onto his space on the couch, and the hackers watched the fireworks commence.

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Thank u for attending it had to Be Done,,, I dusted off my old Wattpad account for this