A/N: Hello there, welcome to my new story. This is my first for this game but I have written for games before, more specifically Hitman, so if you're coming from those stories hello again. But if not hello for the first time. This is based after a completion of the happy ending of Detroit, so all three main characters are alive and Connor is part of the revolution. Anyway, I do hope you enjoy, and please review if you have any thoughts. I love to hear feedback, it's what makes me breath as a writer. :)

Detroit: Being Human

Chapter 1

Connor straightened his tie as he waited outside Markus' door. It was a habit he had kept from before he had woken up, but he found himself doing it when he felt nervous nowadays. He scanned the corridor he was stood in, another custom from his past, and watched several androids come and go from the rooms coming off of it. It was early morning but seeing as none of them ever slept there were always androids working here.

He was in Detroit City hall, the hub for the android revolution and Jericho's new headquarters. Markus had decided to set his base of operations up in the old centre of political power. He claimed it was for practical reasons, but Connor suspected he wanted to give the androids some kind of symbol that they had truly beaten the humans. Taking over their buildings and repurposing them for the revolution; it sent a very powerful message.

The door to his office opened and an AP700 greeted him. She gave him a small smile before holding the door open. "Markus will see you now Connor." She said.

Connor gave his tie one last adjustment before walking past the android and into Markus' inner sanctum. He did another scan of the room as he entered, analysing the wall of old, dust covered books behind the large mahogany desk. There was a monitor set up on its surface, a human newscaster reading the headlines.

"The continued android revolution has now been reported to have spread to parts of East Asia. Tokyo and Shanghai have both been evacuated, and claims of attacks by splinter cell groups intent of violence from both sides are growing in number. The President made a speech today reminding people to not confront any androids, whether they be deviant or otherwise. Any open retaliation will only risk the cease fire that was so tentatively won last month."

Connor looked from the monitor to the large window where Markus was stood, his hands clasped behind his back. The leader of Jericho stared pensively out, surveying the coming and goings of Detroit below. The only android controlled city. When Connor had marched into its boundaries with an army of androids only six months ago, he had not expected the humans to give up so easily. However, things had most definitely changed. Security around the other Cyberlife warehouses had tripled since then, and no one else had managed to awaken that amount of androids in one go. This meant that a lot of the other cities and towns were fractured into territories. The androids that had freed themselves forming camps and the humans unwilling to flee but loathed to go against their commanding officer's wishes of peace. It had created a fragile stalemate, one that Connor knew wouldn't last long.

"You asked to see me Markus." He said, staring expectantly at the leader. Markus let out a heavy sigh, then muttered, "TV off." Before turning to look at his Lieutenant. His mouth twitched as he took in the smart appearance of the other android. Connor's serious expression remained rigid as he approached him and tugged playfully on his jacket.

"You know you're the only one in this city who still wears their uniform Connor. You don't have to you know." Connor tilted his head as he regarded his leader.

"I know. But I find I am more efficient in my duties if I do not spend unnecessary processing power deciding what to wear." Markus rolled his eyes before letting go of his friend's jacket and moving to the desk. His own unique flowing robe billowing out behind him as he reached it and turned to survey the odd RK800 model.

"I didn't bring you here to criticise your attire. I have a mission for you." Connor's attention snapped to Markus in an instant. He had heard his leader insist he change out of his assigned uniform exactly 124 times, but truth was he felt safe in it. Out of everyone to awaken and become deviant Connor seemed to be the only one finding it hard to adjust to the process. He felt things now, yes, there was no denying that. He had felt anger and frustration, happiness and sorrow but underneath it all he still had the need to analyse, to solve, to deconstruct. It made day to day life hard. That was why he relished being given missions. It gave him an excuse to drown out all his newfound emotions and become the efficient detective he had been designed to be.

"Have you heard of the Chosen?" Markus asked. Connor searched his memory banks for a second, his eyes glazing over as the small, circular LED on his temple blinked rapidly. Markus' gaze flicked to it, his brow furrowing as he looked at the visible reminder that his friend wasn't human. His clothes he could ignore, but Markus would never understand why Connor insisted on keeping his LED. It was simple and obviously painless to remove, so why have it. He averted his eyes from it, choosing instead to look at his face as he searched for the information. Maybe one day he would have the courage to ask Connor, but now was not the time.

"I have found very few articles and news reports mentioning them. They appear to be an android splinter cell operating outside of Grand Rapids. There isn't much, but their methods are reported to be…unorthodox."

"That's as much as I know too. But a group of refugees entered the city yesterday claiming they are stirring things up with a human activist group in the same area. It's causing a lot of problems, not least drawing the attention of the public and potentially ending this cease fire." Connor looked at Markus for a beat.

"You want me to infiltrate them to negotiate a change of tact?" Markus shook his head, smiling at the other android.

"No Connor. I don't want you to infiltrate them. I want you to infiltrate the humans and try to get them on side." Connor blinked at Markus, his hands automatically moving to his tie again.

"The humans? But why? The probability of them listening to me are low considering they are fighting a violent group of androids." Markus smiled at his comment and stepped forward to place a friendly hand on his Lieutenant's shoulder.

"I want you to go to the humans because we need to win them over, not preach to the converted. If we can persuade them then we might have a chance of making this peace last." Connor frowned.

"Why me?" Markus snorted in amusement.

"You're the most advanced model out of all of us. You're equipped with a social module that makes you better at integrating with the humans and you always accomplish your mission. Remember?" He gave Connor's shoulder a squeeze before letting go. Connor felt the stirrings of resignation. Markus always had a way of convincing others to do things they weren't sure about. That was probably why he was the leader.

"I accept. Although I'm not sure what good will come of this." Connor muttered. Markus openly laughed at his odd friend's break from his usual level tone.

"I have every faith Connor." He began to steer the other android towards the door. "Now go to North, she will tell you where they were last located and for maker's sake change out of that damn uniform." With that the leader of Jericho propelled Connor out of his office and into his next mission.


"I don't know why Markus is insisting on this ridiculous plan." North spat out as she drove the car they were in. Connor looked over at the WR400 android next to him, her face was set in a fierce scowl and he noted that she was probably gripping the steering wheel too tightly for effective driving. He decided against pointing this out however and chose to just say nothing. Sometimes that was the safer option.

"These humans are openly fighting androids. We should be joining these 'Chosen' and helping them, not going behind their backs to attempt diplomacy." Her hands tightened further and he resisted the urge to correct her technique. "I mean I love him but I swear sometimes he's the most frustrating person on the planet."

Connor looked away, choosing to avert his attention to the scenery outside. He knew what the word 'love' meant, it just wasn't an emotion that he really understood. He had felt companionship, even affection with Hank, but love was something not even humans could explain. Watching the houses melt away to give way to forests and hills, they lapsed into silence, North sensing her passenger's reluctance to converse anymore.

She cast a curious glance towards the male android next to her. He had changed out of his usual uniform that he refused to take off and was wearing dark jeans, with a dark blue shirt and leather jacket. His face was a blank mask as he stared out of the window. Out of all the androids in Jericho he was the one she knew the least about. He had appeared out of nowhere and pulled off one of the most celebrated feats of the revolution, freeing thousands of androids right from under Cyberlife's nose. After the battle of Detroit he had quickly become indispensable to the Jericho, carrying out numerous rescue missions, often with flawless success. Markus held him in very high regard, that much she knew, but there was still the air of a machine about him. Something that kept him separate from everyone else in Detroit. The only close relationship she knew he had was with that ill-tempered human, Hank Anderson. Occasionally he would leave the city to visit him but that was the only person he ever showed any feeling towards.

She looked away from Connor and checked the Nav monitor. They were nearing the drop off point; an isolated forest road somewhere in the Huron-Manistee National park. Even though she didn't know him very well North felt a twinge of fear for Connor. Both these groups were considered dangerous and prone to violence, it wasn't a place most people, android or human, would choose to go.

"Your LED. Have you got rid of it?" She asked as the turning for the forest road approached. She felt Connor's gaze fall of her again, his eyebrows pulled together in a expression of confusion.

"No. Why?" He responded simply.

"Because you're meant to be going undercover. Turning up in a human activist camp with a flashing LED is going to be like waving a red flag in front of them." Connor looked out of the front window. North could tell he was working through the logic of her statement. In the blink of an eye he leant forward and extracted a hunting knife from the bag he was taking for appearances sake. Having a 'human' turn up in the woods with no belongings would have been a bit suspicious.

With no ceremony, he lifted the point of the knife to his temple and quickly levered the LED off his head. North heard the unmistakable sucking sound of his skin retracting over the hole left behind, and saw him stow the disconnected LED in his pocket.

"There." He said, showing her the side of his head now without the blue flashing circle. North nodded, satisfied. She had hoped he would confirm her belief that this was a fool's errand but he seemed almost placid in his acceptance of Markus' plans.

"We're here." She said, bringing the car to a stop on the small dirt road. Despite it being the middle of the day the scene outside appeared dark, the sun unable to make it through the dense canopy above them. The trees penned in the road making the car suddenly feel very claustrophobic. Connor sat rigid for a second, analysing the forest around them. He didn't like to admit it but for the first time since receiving this mission he felt the nagging feeling of apprehension.

"I'll report back in two days if I have made any progress." He stated. Better to appear in control than give North any cause for concern. It would only make its way back to Markus and then he be made to come back. If there was one thing Connor hated more than anything it was failure to complete something he had started.

North looked worried as she sat there waiting for him to get out. If she didn't know any better she would have said Connor looked scared. But he was never scared, he was never much of anything really. Still…his brown eyes moved restlessly in his head as he looked out of the window at the sinister trees.

"You'll be fine." She blurted out. Connor's eyes snapped to her. "They're probably all grumpy, hard to reach humans. You're good at those right?" She offered him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. He didn't smile back. In fact he seemed to look more agitated than before.

"Yes. I am." He said by way of reply before getting out without another word and letting the door slid shut behind him.

"Bye then." North muttered, unable to supress her annoyance at his sudden lack social skills. But when she began to drive away she couldn't help glancing in her rear view mirror to get another look at the android stood alone in the woods.


Connor had begun the second of his perimeter circles when the light really began to fade. If the forest had been dark before, now it reached a whole new level of the meaning. He paused for a second, waiting for his night vision to kick in, then once the trees took on an eerie green tint he continued on his path.

He had marked out a series of circles in his onboard Nav, each one getting smaller and smaller to allow for maximum coverage of the group's last known location. It had taken him two hours to cover the first 50 mile radius, now he was onto the next one.

As he walked methodically on his chosen route, he periodically scanned the surrounding forest. Searching for anything out of the ordinary. A sign of some sort, a mark on a tree, a totem. Anything to point the way for human's looking to find the camp. With Jericho it had been graffiti tags, with these humans, considering their reputation, Connor half expected the severed head of an android or something similarly ghoulish.

He continued like this, picking his way through the undergrowth, for something like 4 hours with nothing to show for it. Then on another routine scan his system picked up the barest hint of a heat signature. Immediately he stopped in place, letting his auditory and optical sensors make sense of what his scanner had found. The forest was unusually quiet considering this was the time most animals chose to come out, but judging from the way the heat signature wasn't moving and appeared to be crouching in a bush he doubted highly that it was any kind of animal.

Slowly he turned his head to better see the thing squatting in the bush a hundred feet from him. It didn't react to his movement but now that he was looking directly at it Connor could see a pair of front facing eyes staring back at him from between the leaves. It was definitely humanoid in shape and judging the fact that androids didn't give off heat signatures it was in all likelihood human. Connor decided to keep moving to see if the human, whoever they were, would follow. Being careful to make his movements imperfect and clumsy he walked on, tripping on the occasional root and using the trees for support. He needed them to assume he was human from first impressions. If they guessed he was an android straight away they would likely deactivate first, ask questions later. Violent humans had a tendency to be rash.

He kept scanning as he walked, keeping tabs on where the human was. After a few minutes it became apparent that he was indeed being followed, and not just by his original heat signature, but a whole group of them now. It would seem the group had found him instead of the other way around. Oh well, no matter, he thought as he noisily crashed through a tangle of brambles, adapt and integrate.

This seemingly one sided cat and mouse game last for a full ten minutes before Connor caught one of the humans moving quickly on his right. It was followed by a similar movement to his left. They were flanking him. Good, I was getting tired of stumbling around this place like an idiot.

He feigned ignorance as the humans moved soundlessly through the undergrowth on either side of him. If he hadn't been him, he was sure they would have remained undetected. Their skills in stealth were something to be commended. They kept themselves out of direct line of sight and at a safe distance for most android models to not sense them; they knew what they were doing. He saw that they had completed their rehearsed manoeuvre when two heat signatures appeared ahead of him, blocking his path. They waited until he was almost on them before switching on their flash lights and shining them into his eyes.

He let out a forced yelp of shock and held up his hands, blinking in an alarmed manner. "Who's there? I'm not a threat, I swear." He said, adding an extra warbling note to his voice to imitate fear. One of the humans moved forward, focusing their flashlight on his temple. Looking for an LED.

"No light." The human, who had a male voice, shouted to his companions. Connor tried to shield his eyes from the glare of the torch. As much as he could still see moderately well, the light was playing havoc with his optic sensors. He could make out any of the human's faces, making it harder to decide what approach to take.

"That means nothing." A voice countered, another male. Connor turned his head trying to pin point the source. He was very aware that all the humans that had been following him were now stood around him in a tight circle, completely surrounding him.

"I'm human." Connor lied, although now the fearful warble in his voice was ever so slightly less fake. With this many adversaries and no weapon to speak of, only a simple hunting knife, he calculated his chance of survival was exactly 40% if they chose to attack. The first man took a step back, his flash light roaming Connor's body as he assessed him. It looked like he was about to agree when another, this time female, voice entered the conversation.

"No you're not." She said in a calm but icy tone. A figure moved in between the two flashlight men to stand silhouetted in their glare. Connor could make out a definitely female shape to it but everything else was in darkness, it was highly frustrating. "I'll take him out." She declared, this time to the group rather than him.

"But Henry said…" Someone interjected.

"I don't care what Henry said, I'm saying I'll deal with him." Connor shifted slightly, straightening his deliberately slumped posture to his full height. His cover had been blown even before reaching the camp, it was unacceptable and he'd not go down easily. The potent tingle of fear began to creep through his circuits, if this was how it ended he'd make it count.

The female reached into her pocket, most likely for a weapon, and began to pull something out. Connor tensed, watching her hand movement, waiting for the right moment to begin his assault. But before he had even completed a reconstruction of the scenario, there was a small beep as the female pushed the something she had retrieved from her pocket, and everything went black.