AN: Trying my luck at getting all my scattered ideas for this reverse au organised and written out, wish me luck.


October 11, 2029
09:35pm

"Here take it. This could be dangerous and I can't be watching over my back to make sure you're alright the whole time."

The android looked down at the offered gun, studying it for a moment before looking back up at the young detective before him. Detective Cole Anderson, Blue eyes and a mess of dark brown hair, that the PC100 had tried on several occasions to convince the man to brush. Detective Anderson was only thirty years old and already one of Detroit's best. PC100 #009 061 985-30 or Hank as the young detective had insisted on naming him, had been partnered with Anderson, when first deployed to the DPD six months ago.

"Detective Anderson, you know androids are not permitted to carry weapons." Hank stated.

"How many times do I have to tell you, call me-" The detective started only for the android to finish his sentence.

"Cole." Hank finished, with a somewhat smug smile, which earned him a playful punch to the shoulder.

"And yet you continue to call me detective." Cole replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Not true, sometimes I call you kid." Hank said running a hand through the young man's hair. It was an attempt to neaten the messy locks a little, though it never worked, but he couldn't help but feel there was something deeper behind the gesture. Something his programming was having trouble picking up on.

"And I keep telling you I ain't a kid no more." Cole huffed, messing his hair back up before thrusting the gun to his partner once more. "And I don't give a fuck about that stupid rule against android's carrying weapons. This bust could go wrong if we're not careful, and I'd feel a hell of a lot safer knowing my partner has a weapon to defend himself should he need to. I trust you to have my back, Hank."

"Fine," Hank huffed out, as he had seen the young man do so many times before when conceding defeat. "But I've never shot a gun before, so you only have yourself to blame if you end up with a bullet in your ass."

"I'd better bloody not." Cole chuckled, before leaning forward to give his partner a quick run down of the weapon. Androids were walking talking machines that possessed and calculated everything, he was pretty sure Hank would likely have near perfect aim.

The radio clipped on Hank's chest crackled, and he unhooked it, holding it out as an officer reported through. "All units are in position Detective. Awaiting orders."

This was the young detective's first major case that he was tasked with leading himself, he and Hank had been part of the red ice task force for months now. They had been part of several successful busts but this was a big one, and if it all plays out smoothly it would be the bust of the century. Well, that might be exaggerating things a little but it would certainly be the biggest red ice bust Detroit had seen. They had been keeping tabs on this particular syndicate for almost three months now and had finally found the chance to strike.

Detective Anderson drew in a breath to steel himself as he responded. "All officers move in. And be careful."

He then turned to Hank with a wink. "Let's bust some baddies."


Everything was running without a hitch as they infiltrated the old warehouse, Silently moving into place undetected. Once in position Cole signalled for his men to move, all officers busting into the large shipping room the operation seemed to be based in. He too sprung into action, tightening his grip on his gun as he ordered. "No body fucking move! On your knees, hands behind your heads!"

Then a gunshot rang out and all hell broke loose, a gun shot that judging from the echoing sound and trajectory, Hank deduced came from one of there own.

Hank grabbed his partner by the shoulder, finding cover behind an old metal crate as the armed syndicate members drew weapons of their own and open fired. He tried to keep visuals on the other officers he had spotted taking cover nearby, keeping an eye out for potential dangers and providing cover fire were he could. There were programs and protocols set in place to prevent androids from harming humans but his main objective to protect innocent lives and Cole's orders to use the weapon to defend overrode them in this instance.

Cole helped cover from his right, while trying to make sure communications remained open and keep charge of the situation.

"Detective, officers Jill and Collins need to relocate. If enemy fire hits the pipelines behind them it'll cause the steam pipe to rupture. At their current proximity that would prove fatal." The android warned as he spotted the potential danger the two officers crouched behind a stack of crates were in. Whith enemy fire as it were the likelihood of one of the pipes being hit was dangerously high.

The young detective was straight on the radio then, informing the two officers to find a safer position and promising cover. Ordering those nearest the west and north sides of the warehouse to pursue the men that fled while their friends kept the officers busy. Collins' partner went down with a cry as a bullet hit her side only meters from the open bay door Collins was stationed behind and Cole let out a curse. They had managed to clear out four of the eight targets that had remained to provide cover for the six who fled. Jill was the first of their own to take a major hit.

"Cover me." Hank said before breaking cover and taking off towards the downed officer. He heard Cole call his name and felt the man's fingers brush his uniform as he tried to stop him. Collin's couldn't break cover to get to the woman and Hank was an android if he was destroyed he'd be replaced, androids were replaceable, humans weren't.

The bullet that struck his shoulder was only registered through the pop up warning of shell damage, as he hooked an arm under the injured officer's armpit and dragged her to safety behind the thick concrete wall were Collins was.

"Jill! Jill, fuck, Erica, are you alright." The middle aged Detective fussed as Hank set his partner down by his side. The young tan officer had her hands clasp tight over the bullet wound in her side, a slow trickle of blood seeping through her fingers.

"Typical, first real case back on the job after busting my shoulder and I step in front of a bloody bullet." The female grit out through clenched teeth. "I'm cursed I tell you."

Hank soon lost focus of the officers next to him as Collins called in for paramedics, spotting a large tattooed man duck out a side door, and knew Detective Anderson would be hot on the man's heels. The man was Gilbert Taylor, as far as they were aware he was the one in charge of this whole operation and someone they couldn't afford to let slip through their grip. As expected, by the time the android was up and on his feet, Cole was ducking through that same door.

It hadn't taken Hank too long to catch up with the young Detective, finding Cole holding the man at gunpoint in a nearby room. "Weapon on the ground now!" He ordered, gesturing to the crook to drop his weapon.

"Do as he says." Hank echoed as he too stepped into the room.

"What, you pricks are letting fucking machines carry weapons now? This city is more screwed than I thought." Gilbert sneered, though he didn't lower his weapon.

"Your the one who's screwed if you don't drop the weapon now. I'm willing to bet that machine's reflexes are a hell of a lot faster than your own." Cole responded, stare hardening as he told the man to drop the gun one last time.

The tattooed man, did as he was told dropping his weapon and pushing it aside with his foot, a smug smirk plastered on his face the entire time. "You think you've won Detective, but you've been so focused on the obvious suspects that you didn't notice the threat that has been hiding in plain sight this intire time."

Hank's LED blinked yellow as he tried to make sense of the man's words, catching the way his partner's brow pinched in confusion, in his peripheries. Then two gunshots rung out filling the room with echoing noise and Hank watched as his partner crumbled. Gun slipping from his fingers and he toppled backwards, a dark red stain spreading over his brown and blue stripped bowling style shirt.

"COLE!" Hank shouted in alarm, torn between rushing to his partner's side and keeping his focus on the threat at hand. He hadn't had time to shield his partner, hadn't predicted the attack at all, it had seemingly came from nowhere. An unexpected variable. As two officer's emerged from the rear of the room, one still holding his gun poised and aimed, a weapon that was not police issue.

Officer Thackery and his partner who's name Hank had never really learnt. Thackery had been part of the investigation from the start, a stocky arrogant man, who had supposedly been looking to make detective himself.

"No fucking moron ever listens to me, do they." Officer Thackery huffed dramatically as he and his partner continued forward. "I tried to warn Anderson this would all blow up in his face if he wasn't careful. How many circles had I had him running in and the stubborn prick still wouldn't give up, he just wouldn't stop fucking sniffing around."

Gilbert Taylor smirked at the sight of the fallen detective, before glancing over at the android. "What about that thing?" He asked the crooked cop.

"Oh you don't need to worry about that, it ain't going to shoot no one, they ain't allowed, programming wont allow it. Besides I'll just have it adjust its memory, that's the good thing about machines, don't think for them selves they do what you tell them." Thackery stated before turning his sights on the tattooed man. "None of this will really be of any concern to you any more anyway. See with Detective do-good over there so determined to solve this case I needed a fall guy. Can't have any of this falling back on me now can I, luckily it'll be a nice cut and clean case. You shot down Detective Anderson and I shot you, and with me in charge of the suspect interrogation, none of them low life scum bags will have the balls to say anything that could incriminate me."

With that the man pulled out his police issue weapon and put a bullet through Gilbert's head, leaning down and putting the other gun in the dead man's hand. Picking up the other weapon that lay discarded on the ground and tucking it out of sight under his uniform.

"Y-you sure the android won't be a problem?" The officer's partner asked nervously, gaze flickering between his partner, the fallen cop and the android.

"Hasn't done anything yet has it." The man responded with a short sarcastic snort, "Its partner's dead it doesn't even know what to do." He turned his attention to Hank then, speaking out his designated number. "PC100 #009 061 985-30, get rid of that fucking gun and erase the last five minutes of your memory files."

[MEMORY ERASE IN PROGRESS...] The officer's command triggered the ordered memory erase, but the progress message went completely ignored as thirium raced through his biocomponants and his LED ran red. A plethora of alert messages flooding his vision.

Human lives must not be endangered.
Human lives must not be endangered.
Human lives must not be endangered.
Warning! Harming a human will result in deactivation.
Human lives must not be endangered.
Warning!
Warning!
Human lives must not be-

FUCK THAT!

Fuck programming. Hank raised his gun, aiming it at the officer before him. [MEMORY ERASE 53%.. MEMORY ERASE CANCELLED.] This fucking prick just shot Cole, like hell he was going to take orders from the bastard.

The man noticed the shift in aim and swiftly drew his own gun, but as Cole had predicted earlier he was faster. One single bullet pierced his chest but hit nothing vital as three of his own buried themselves in the crooked cop. Sending him to the floor in a heap like a rag doll, Thackery's partner had only just managed to draw his own weapon but a bullet to the shoulder had him drop it and another in his left foot had him on his knees.

"Please." The younger officer begged, holding out trembling hands as Hank approached, putting another bullet between Thackery's eyes for good measure as he passed and kicked away the remaining officer's gun. "P-please, I didn't think anyone would get hurt. I-I didn't know he was going to kill Detective Anderson, I s-swear."

The man was just as crooked as his partner as far as the android was concerned, but he hadn't been the one to pull the trigger. So rather than put a bullet through his head like he had the other, he brought the butt of his weapon down against the man's head instead. He dropped the gun soon after the officer dropped, hands trembling to much to keep a hold of it, attention shifting back to his fallen partner.

The young man's shirt was painted in red, a thin trail spilling past his lips as Hank kneel beside him, vision blurring as liquid spilt past his optical units. It wasn't till he rest a hand on his partner's bloodied chest he registered or more felt the weak, struggled rise and fall. "C-Cole?" He stammered, a tiny spark of hope lighting deep inside him, even though his analytical mind was telling him the odds of the young detective surviving were dismal.

"C-Cole! Cole, can you hear me." He spoke trying to wipe the tears from his optical units so he could see the man clearly. It proved useless, so he redirected his hands to the detective's chest in a futile attempt to stem the bleeding. "Help is on the way you hear me. Paramedics have already been called in so y-your going to be okay, you hear me. J-just Hold on you hear me, kid, just hold on."

If anyone should have been shot tonight, if anyone had to be killed it should have been him. Cole was his partner, it was his job to protect the kid. And he had failed.

Something warm grazed his hand and he looked down to it as Cole's hand lifted to brush over it. He shifted his own to take hold of it, feeling the weak squeeze the kid gave back. "I'm here Cole, I'm here. Your going to be okay, help's on the way."

He lifted the young man into his arms cradling him against his chest as cracked blue eyes tried to hold his gaze, a small smile pulling at the detective's lips as he breathed out his partner's name. "I-I'm... I'm glad I got to partner w-with you, Hank..." His eyes drooped shut one final time as his hand went limp, and Hank gently shook him, calling out his name even though he knew there would be no answer.

The sounds of multiple sirens drew closer in the distance and he could hear the thundering of other officers steps as backup rushed down the hall towards them. But it was too late.

It was all too fucking late.