Watch_Dogs of interest

A/N: This takes place during beta.

Chapter 1: Aux_Analogue_Interface

[Critical Alert]

[Threat to system]

[Operational conflict detected]

[Competing system: Samaritan]

[Status: Online (Beta Test)]

[Priority Action]

[Protection protocol 7: Engaged]

[Consolidating operations...]

[Protecting Assets...]

[Obscuring digital footprint...]

[Re-evaluating]

[Item: ctOS]

[Status: Rollout]

[sentient: False]

[Threat status: Low]

[Asset status: High]

[Updating groups...]

[Retasking Aux_Analogue_Interface]

[Accessing FLC dormitory feeds]

My tablet buzzed to signify I had gotten a text message

[I need your help.]

To me this spoke volumes, as she had rarely asked for my help before.

[What do you need?] I responded knowing that if I did not, she would simply tap into my computer.

[I need you to secure a location,] was the anonymous response.

[What?] Was my immediate response. She had only ever asked me to do stuff over the internet, she had never asked me to do stuff in the real life. Knowing her though this was serious. [Fine what location do you need secured?]

[Location will be provided when you get to chicago,] was the response I got, seemingly out of left field.

[Chicago?!] I replied, being in california chicago was a bit out of the way... well more like a lot out of the way. There was no way I was going to go all the way out to chicago for my internet friend. NO WAY.

And yet the response I got was [Yes please go to 1015 Riley St. Further instructions to follow.]

[ARE YOU SERIOUS? NO!] Was my response to that.

[Do you trust me?] Was the response.

[Fine, but whatever is there better convince me to continue,] Was my response.

[It will, but trust me I am only asking for your help because the situation is serious,] Was her response, and with that I shut off my laptop and went to the post office.

Just as I was pulling into the parking lot my phone started ringing, after I set the parking brake and turned off the car I answered it.

"Can. You. Hear. Me. *Beep*" was what I heard, sounding like audio snippets taken from different conversations.

"Yes?" I replied hesitantly "Who is this?"

"Your. Friend." Was the immediate response. "Enter. Building. And. Ask. For. A. Manager. *Beep*"

"Ok," was the only response I could think of at this point. I walked into the building where there was no line and went up to the counter. "Can I see a manager?" I asked whoever was manning the desk.

"Sure just a moment," He replied, getting up from his desk and walking into a back room.

"Ask. For. P.O. Box. 2.7.4. Contents. Ready. I.D. *Click*" She stated just as soon as he was out of earshot, then promptly hung up on me.

Seeing nothing else to do I took out my drivers licence and waited for a manager. After a few moments one came out from the back room.

"Hello, How can I help you?" He stated being very grumpy. He looked upset about being called out from whatever he was doing.

"Can I get the contents of P.O. box 274 please?" I told him "And here is my I.D."

"Let me see..." He stated seeming a bit less grumpy since it was necessary to call him to the desk. "Ok yah, Let me get the package for you," He responded. and after authenticating me as the owner of the P.O. box he handed my drivers licence back to me, then walked to the back.

My phone vibrated and showed the text message [Do not open the box until you get into your car.]

I did not know what in the box was so important but it must have been something big.

While I was thinking about all the stuff that may be in a box like that (One of the items top on my list was leaked documents from the government), the manager came out front and stated, "Here you go, and have a nice day," Handing me the package and walking back to whatever he was doing before helping me, and I simply walked out of the post office.

Getting back into my car I opened the box to reveal what could only be described as a Identity Care Package from some three letter agency (Most likely CIA, I mean why would the FBI give me this sort of stuff?). The contents included: Chicago ID's no not a ID but three, One including a passport, tickets for a flight, Several thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills, a high tech looking phone and laptop, and a printed letter reading:

If you are reading this than I desperately need your help.

I have several friends whose lives are in imminent danger, I need help to get them to someplace where they can be protected, Since you have this package I must have chosen Chicago.

I need someone to go to Chicago to prepare it for my friends to come, I need your help to do so as I myself am not able.

Thank you.

Signed

At that point and time I was both in aw and then got a bit of a fridge logic moment, so I texted to her number [Do you not have a name?]

Her response was [True.]

[Can I give you one?]

[Yes.]

[Do you want me to give you one?] I asked, knowing that she may not

[Yes,] was the reply in what seemed a slightly smaller font.

[How does "StarGazer" sound?]

[It sounds... Nice... Thank you for giving me a name to go by with you,] was her response to that [Does that mean you will help?]

[Are your friends really in that much trouble?] I asked

[They will die without your help,] Was her reply.

[Then I will help,] I responded immediately

[Then go to Sacramento International Airport and board the plane you have the ticket for,] StarGazer responded.

[Ok,] Was all I could say, after all what else could I say.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction so please review gently, but productively, I want to know how to write better stories.

Also I am somewhat shocked that no one has done a POIxWatch_Dogs fanfic yet as this is the first one to come out…

Here's hoping I don't stall on this fanfic.

Wwjdtd

(Also Thanks to Elev for helping me proof-read this and remind me about some basic grammar rules that I had forgotten about, Could you check out her POI fanfics?)

(Oh and I am trying a new method of uploading the chapters with this re-upload so please tell me if/where it breaks, Thanks)