London Calling - C2
Chapter 2 - Wish You Were Here Word Count 4,000 Notes I am on a roll!!!!
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London wasn’t all too different from what Wrench was expecting. He had watched enough British media throughout his life to get a good idea of what the country was like: cold, dreary, and grey. Which wasn’t all too far off.
The state the city was in, though, was even worse than anything Wrench could have imagined. The city was a Orwellian nightmare. You couldn’t go anywhere without security cams greeting you everywhere, or security drones hovering over you, or overblown security guards on every corner teaching naysayers a lesson.
Brushing aside the tech dystopia and police state for a moment, Wrench eventually acclimated to life in London. He didn’t mind the rain or the fog. He enjoyed it, actually; it was like having a little slice of home with him.
What he couldn’t stand, though, was the cold. His preferred style of wearing clothes until they literally fell apart did not fare well with the type of cold that permeates deep into the bone. He had no other choice than to buy himself a new wardrobe once the weather dipped into freezing temperatures.
It had barely registered that three months had passed since he flew into London. Things have been so hectic around DedSec that he hasn’t had a chance to take a proper break. Plus, any free time that he did have was spent catching up with everyone back home.
This group was unlike any that Wrench had worked with. He clued in quickly that this was in part because this division was not simply a group of hacktivists punching upwards-- this DedSec was a resistance. Everyone and anyone sick of the authoritarian regime stepping on their necks was welcomed to the team. They required strength in numbers.
Marcus was right-- his skillset turned out to be exactly what London was in need of. However, that meant that Wrench was always in high demand. Cooking up explosives, building 3D-printed weapons. Anything to keep his mind busy.
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