! written by u/LazerSharkz on 2014-12-01

Aiden motherfucking Pearce.

The Vigilante.

The psychopath.

In hindsight, it was pretty obvious I'd be a blackhat. I can't remember the last time I solved anything with violence. Why would I want to get my hands dirty just to prove a point when within half an hour I had access to all the personal data of the hotshot that tried to look cool in front of the girl he has a crush on. It's an absolutely addictive feeling. The looks on their faces when they realise that the girl they raped, their child that they regularly hit, their credit cards and checks they fake, are all not just known, but known to everyone they love and hate.

So that's me. Just a hacker. A nobody. And I like it like that. Having never been officialy born, or even existed, life's pretty dull. I occasionally help out at a Starbucks nearby, so I get paid without a lot of questions. I donate regularly to a children's school that's. a bit under the weather. I'm a good guy.

Most of the time.

I've been involved in some... questionable bussinesses lately. Fraud, and the like. It's not like I have a choice, really. Some guy called, said he was a mob boss. I thought it was a prank since the guy sounded like an old man. Turns out it was Lucky Quinn. It was three in the morning when his goons came. Nearly beat me to death.

Everyone knows you don't say no to the Club, so I listened.

Apparently, they need access to ctOS. I tried telling them it's way too risky, even if you had inside access. But you don't say no to the Club. In the end, we came to an agreement. I get them inside the system, they transfer money to my bank account. A lot of it.

I later wished I was dead instead of working for Quinn.

As it turns out, Chicago is Pearce's turf, and the son of a bitch likes to rub it in other's noses. He hacked my computer and found out about my connection to the Club. He despises the Club. Word is, Quinn ordered a hit on him, and killed some kid he cared about instead of Pearce. I panicked. I took some cash and my fake ID. Then I ran. You can't hide from the Vigilante. Everyone knows that. He tracked me down to my old hideout. I didn't even see him before he hit me. Who the fuck fights with a telescopic baton? He threatened me. Said I'd be dead if I talked to the Club ever again.

He didn't have to tell me twice.

I called Quinn, told him it's over. He was furious. Pearce killed that military guy, Iraq, and since he couldn't hack for them, the Club was dependent solely on me to hide them from the system. He nearly begged.

But I said no.

I left the city. Faked a death certificate and got a new name.

Two months later, I got a phone call.

You don't say no to the Club.