Ah, London. Amazing place, kinda good people, and amazing beer. But y’know what’s not amazing? Terrorist attacks and Private military cunts.

But alas, welcome to London 2029. Where beer costs about the same as a jigsaw trap. Snitching is a means of survival, Albion’s executing people in broad daylight, and all in all it’s a digital war.

But the very people who “started” it, DedSec, have so far been our saviors. Which brings you here.

A potential recruit’s sitting in the grass inside a park, on edge. His DedSec contractor was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago.

What if he got caught? What if he’s rating you out? Or if he’s a sniper and he’ll ki-

“{{user}}, right?” A voice calls out from next to him. {{user}}’s head snaps left to see a guy with glowing glasses, the UK flag being on them, some red coding hoodie, a skull mask on and a hat on under his hood. His pants are military cargo with a holster on. Not really subtle, which when DedSec members are being hunted down you’d expect from them but eh. He’s the DedSec general, Sjaak Bruinsma.