With a swift movement of her hand, 24-year-old Violet Anderson shooed the male standing before her away. He was just starting to get on her nerves now. The young Forensic Anthropologist just couldn't understand Hank's hatred for Androids. "Look, Violet" Hank groaned "can't you take him? Don't you need someone to help you out in the lab?". Violet peered up at him over the brim of her Kath Kidston glasses and let out an annoyed grunt "I prefer to work alone, Hank. People distract me".
"But it's not a person" Hank replied, gripping at his hair with frustration "I'm sure it will keep nice and quiet". "If that's the case – why don't you want to work with it?" she questioned, putting her pen down on her notebook. She was trying to work on her current case – in which she was working with an archaeologist from Boston who had found bones in his backyard – and she was trying to figure out if this was a murder victim or just come unfortunate soul who's grave had been disturbed.
"Because I HATE androids, you know I do!" he exclaimed, earning the stares of a few other Forensic Anthropologist's nearby, who simply shook their heads and continued to chatter and work. His voice hushed a little as he continued "at least take it part time". She let out a soft sigh "what's in it for me?". "I hear that androids were recently giving genitals. I'm sure you'd love that" he smirked. Violet's face scrunched up with disgust "get out!".
"Come on, Violet, I was joking! I know you're a total virgin!" he chuckled, clearly trying to lighten the mood. Violet lifted her hand and shooed him away, then pointed towards the door "out". Hank let out a frustrated yell before stomping out of her office. Damn, her uncle was a pervert. Could she even call him her uncle? He was a proper fool and they weren't exactly close since her father passed away. She shook her head, tutting loudly before taking her pen in her hand again and continuing to scribble her notes.
Just then, the door to her department opened to reveal the detective inspector. She smiled as he approached her desk, but deep inside she was getting more and more annoyed with the disturbances. Violet was very career oriented, and these people were starting to get on her nerves.
"Violet" he chirped, leaning against her desk "I have something for you". "I'm sorry, inspector. I'm working on something else for a friend of mine in Boston – I hope that's not inconvenient". She raised both brows, signaling that she was seriously getting annoyed and just wanted to work on it. "I think you'll love it" he smirked, standing up properly and taking a file out from under his arm "Rebecca North went missing ten years ago outside her home here in Detroit. They never even found a trace of her – until now. Bones were discovered by some road workers down outside the food store near where I live. They want you to work on them". "Me? Personally?" Violet blinked, placing her hand on her chest, feeling flattered. "Yes, they asked for you" he smiled, handing her the file "I hope you won't pass this up – a raise of 5,000 dollars is included".
"Permanent?" she binked. "Yes" he nodded "and from what I understand – you are currently struggling to make ends meet on your wages. So, what do you say?". Violet opened the file, examining the little girls face "I'm in". "I thought you would be" he chuckled "Hank will meet you downstairs in five". "Hank? Really?" she sighed, aggrivated. "Why? What's the matter?" he raised his brows "isn't he your uncle?". "Hmmm" she said, pursing her lips tightly "he's different from other uncles he's...difficult". "Don't I know it?" he laughed "if I hear one more of his complaints about that android I assigned to work with him I'll kill him".
"Me too" she laughed "alright, I'll meet him there. I could use his input". She stood up, packing her stuff into her messenger bag "has he been informed?". "He has" he nodded "I sent someone to get him now. I wish you the best of luck with him and Connor". "Connor..?" she asked quietly. "His android buddy" he laughed "I'll see you later, Violet". "O-okay! Bye, sir!" she chirped, draping her bag over her shoulder and rushing out of her office. She hadn't really had time to think about the android that would be with Hank – she had been in too much of a rush, not wanting to be late. She waited at the entrance to the police station for five minutes before a tall male with dark hair approached her. He stood in front of her, staring blankly down at her. Violet blinked, furrowing her brows "can I help you sir? Are you lost?".
"Violet Anderson?" he questioned. She glanced around the hall, before looking back up into his eyes "Yes?". He was rather handsome. She could barely take her eyes off him for some annoying reason. "I'm Connor, the android sent by CyberLife. I will be assisting you and Hank on your case". She blinked. Wow, he was an android? What a shame. She held out her hand "It's nice to meet you, Connor from Cyberlife" She giggled quietly. Connor stared at her hand, tilting his head cutely to the left side. She took a hold of his hand, holding it in hers and shaking it gently before releasing. Connor's eyes had widened slightly, his confusion only deepening. " That's what you do when someone holds out their hand for you" she laughed "you shake it. It's a greeting".
"Oh?" he nodded "I understand. Thank you for informing me, Miss. Anderson". "Please, call me Violet" she smiled. Hank joined them, fixing the collar of his jacket "Alright, let's get this over with. I want to go to the bar afterwards and it's already late". Violet rolled her eyes, moving over to the door and exiting the building with the boys. They would make an interesting trio for sure.