November 1, 2038
11:21pm

Stepping out of the automated taxi, Cyberlife's newly instated prototype detective android scanned the building in front of him. Dark glass and gaudy flashing neon signs littered the club's front, the doors were open and while two GJ500 security type androids stood watch either side the door, they seemed to just watch as people flowed in and out. The PC800 gave a quick scan of the faces of those outside the club, the majority aged early twenties to mid thirties. Pulling up a few misdemeanour's for possession of drugs, several for public nuisance and one for aggravated assault. None however returned a match for the young man he was looking for.

He needed to locate Detective Connor Stern, he had not been at the station, though one of the officers had directed the PC800 model android to a club named Flux. Stepping through the entrance as one of the GJ500's intervened a particularly young looking lass, asking for ID to be presented. Music blared at a volume that would certainly be damaging to human ears if exposed for extended periods. Lights pulsed to the beat of the music, casting shadows at odd angles over faces of those crammed inside, the flickering shadows slowing his facial recognition by 5%. Booths filled with drinking patrons lined the walls while the centre dance floor was a wave of flowing bodies.

The place was a loud, flashing hive of activity and he had already spotted three different types of narcotics being exchanged amongst the crowd. Upon release he had been informed he was to be working with a young dedicated detective, though he was starting to doubt the character of an officer who chose to hang out in such places as this.

The android slowly made his way through the crushing, grinding crowd of young men and women, scanning multiple faces at a time. Still no sign of the detective, a few comments were thrown his way as he pushed through the throng of sweaty bodies, finally reaching the bar at the other end. A small cluster of patrons looking to order drinks gathered around the centre, keeping two bartenders rather busy, the bar was other wise empty besides two by the corner on the right. A young red headed woman and a baby faced young man, who Hank couldn't help but wonder had somehow managed to avoid an ID check.

Parson, Jenny: born 12/05/2010, criminal record: Vandalism. The uniform she wore suggested she also worked the bar here. The other DET. Stern, Connor. The very young man he was hunting for. He had been informed the detective was young, one of the youngest to make detective, but damn, the goofy looking kid in front of him barely looked legal. Detective Stern had short brown hair styled back neatly, a lone curl slipped free at the front. He wore an unbuttoned dark grey pea coat, over a white shirt and loose fitting casual dark jeans and a black tie with three large white paw prints printed at its end. His choice of attired seemed a far cry from the other patrons and party goers in the place.

The PC800 walked up to the two, interrupting their conversation as he stated in a gruff voice. "Detective Stern, My name is Hank. I'm the android sent by CyberLife."

Connor turned to the person who stepped over to were he sat as they addressed him, surprised to find an android. The android's appearance was that of a tall sturdy built middle aged man, with a squared jaw line, blue eyes and neatly cropped silvery hair. Wearing a dual toned light and dark grey jacket with the android identifying reflective blue triangle and right arm band. PC800 and a serial number were printed in white on the jacket's right breast. Unusual to see an android that was modelled to have an aged appearance.

"Android sent by CyberLife?" He parroted unsure why CyberLife would be sending him an android. He certainly didn't order one.

The android's brows levelled into a somewhat unamused manner, which made his stomach twist a little even though he knew android's didn't judge. "You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide involving a CyberLife android. In accordance with procedure-" The android- Hank started, though the words were drowned out as Connor started frantically patting down his pockets.

"No... I must have left my phone in the car." He cursed as his pockets came up empty. He quickly turned back to the young lady behind the bar, handing over a small white card. "If you see or hear anything just give me a call." He then started past the android, back towards the entrance, not bothering to check if the android was following or not.

Hank watched as the detective handed the card to the women behind the bar. Seemed he was here on business not leisure.

Grateful to get out of there without anyone spilling their drink on him as he'd squeezed past partying patrons, Connor straightened his coat and tie, making his way over to his car. Hoping into the inconspicuous charcoal coloured car and out of the drizzling rain, he scooped up his phone which still lay plugged into its charger. Flicking the screen to life, true enough there displayed was not one but three missed calls from Detective Ben Collins another from Officer Miller sat beneath along with a text message with an address. Carding a hand through his hair as he stare at the screen he inwardly cursed, hoping that somehow the Captain didn't catch wind of this.

The clack of the passenger door opening drew him from his thoughts and he looked over to find the PC800 climbing into the seat. He looked the android over, looking back to his phone and scrolling down a few messages. Nothing from CyberLife to warn of his sudden new android friend, maybe Detective Collins had meant to fill him when he had called. Three times. Tossing the phone back into the console between the seats he pushed the button to start the engine up, turning back to the android in the passenger seat. "So where we headed?"

"6413 Pines Street, house of the deceased Carlos Ortiz." It replied, the address matched the one he'd been sent. Seems the android was indeed sent to tag along or whatever. Connor voiced the address as his intended destination and flicked on the red and blue emergency lights on the dash as the automated vehicle pulled into the street.

The house had already been warded off, patrol cars and nosey onlookers gathered on the street outside and shit was that a reporter. Connor inwardly groaned as the car pulled up outside. If anyone hadn't been aware he was MIA up until now they'd certainly find out now. Making sure he had his phone on him this time should anyone else call with important matters, he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Hank watched as the human he'd been assigned to stepped out of the car, without voicing him an sort of order. Noting the way the young detective straightened himself, fussing with his tie and coat before closing the door again. The PC800 followed suit, walking around the car to follow after as the detective approached the crime scene, rubbing his hands together as he walked straight backed at a brisk pace.

"Joss Douglas, for Channel 16. Can you confirm that this is a homicide?" The reporter asked as they passed.

Detective Stern replied with a "No comment." Sparing a glance at the man as he continued past. Turning to the officer as they passed the yellow boundary tape, as the officer opened his mouth to say something, and stating. "Android's with me." As if predicting what the other was about to say.

They had just about reached the front porch when a man stepped out of the house, tablet in hand. Heavy set, wearing muted greys and browns, Hank's facial recognition showing him to be Detective Ben Collins of the Detroit police. Ben looked up with a look of surprise and concern. "Evening, Connor. We were just about to send out a search party. It's not like you to ignore calls like this." The man joked.

"I'm sorry, I left my damned phone in the car. Won't happen again." The kid replied, before cutting to the point. "So what do we know?"

They trailed after Ben as he lead them into the house, Connor listening intently to the briefing as they made their way over to the deceased man. Hank's visuals flickered across several yellow evidence indicators before settling back on the young detective as he knelt over the body. A slight frown creasing brown brows as he looked from the body back to the other detective. "The sate he's in... And not a single neighbour noticed or, god, smelt anything?"

"I'd say he's been there a good three weeks, we'll know more when the coroner gets here." Ben said, pointing to his left. "There's a kitchen knife over here... Probably the murder weapon."

The PC800 stepped away to examine the room as the two detectives continued to converse as Connor inspected the body for himself. Red Ice on the tv cabinet in the living room, I am alive written in android sans on the wall above the body, knife left abandoned on the floor, signs of a struggle. It wasn't long before the young detective was on his feet and examining all the evidence as well, trying to piece together what took place. The PC800 ran a print-less finger along the blood on the knife, collecting a sample to analyse, only a hand stilled his wrist before his fingers made contact with his tongue.

"Try not to touch the evidence and definitely don't stick it in your mouth. We don't want to risk contaminating anything, not to mention it's all kinds of unhygienic." Connor stared down at him, a hint of disgust in his eyes at what the android was about to do.

"I'm analysing the blood. I can check samples in real time." The android replied, watching the detective as his expression subtly flickered from disgust to disbelief then took on a more contemplative expression before he let go of Hank's wrist.

"Oh, uh.. That's actually quite useful. Sorry, go head and do your thing." The human stepped away a little awkwardly. Stuffing his hands in his pockets as he watched the android touch his fingers to his tongue.

"Carlos Ortiz, the sample is fifteen days old." The PC800 stated, the young detective then asked about the words written in blood on the wall. "Yes, also Ortiz's."

Continuing through to the kitchen, noting blood traces on the walls and floor, toppled chairs and table, a dented baseball bat and missing knife. "There are traces of thirium on the bat."

"Thirium? Like the stuff you guys bleed?" Detective Stern asked, stepping back to take in the scene of the kitchen as a whole.

"Yes. It dries clear, undetectable to the human eye." Hank replied. Walking back over to the young man, the android lent up against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, think you've figured out what went down yet?"

"Sorry?" Connor asked, caught completely off guard by the question. Even if he was thinking of asking it the very same question, to see how it was going. Was it testing him? No. Why would CyberLife send an android out to for that... Unless she organised it, asked them to send one out to watch over him and make sure he was doing a good enough job. He wouldn't put it past her.

Blue eyes remained glued to him, waiting for an answer. So looking over the mess once more he answered. "It all started in the kitchen. The evidence suggests that the victim attacked the android with the bat. The android then grabbed the knife, presumably to defend itself. Stabbed the victim who then fled to the living room. He tried to get away from the attacking android, though the number of stab wounds found on the victim's torso would suggest it ended in more than just self defence."

"Evidence certainly points that way." The android agreed, pushing off the wall as the detective started for the back door.

"The killer must have escaped out this way." Connor mused as he stepped out the back door, eyeing the yard before kneeling to examine the mud by the back porch.

"Officer Collins, size ten shoes." The android pointed out, analysing the footprints himself.

"That doesn't make sense, they are the only prints here." Brown eyes scanned the dirt again.

"This happened weeks ago the tracks could have faded." The PC800 shrugged back. Watching as the young detective thought things over.

"No, this type of soil would have retained a trace. The place was completely locked up, if the android didn't escape this way..." He said, turning back towards the house a he stood back up. "It must still be inside somewhere."

"Police have been all over this place for over an hour, surely if the android was still inside someone would have found it by now." The PC800 pointed out, following the human detective back inside. The man was doing that thing with his hands again as he wandered through the kitchen once more. It was a comfortable 78 degrees inside so it can't have been an action meant to warm his hands.

"The place was completely locked up, if it exited through the front it would have been seen and there are no traces of it exiting through the back either. It has to still be inside somewhere and I'm not leaving before it is found." Connor voiced with a shake of his head, pausing to examine the baseball bat once more. "It would take fair bit of force to dent the bat like that, the android must have sustained damage itself from the blows."
He turned to the PC800 determination glinting dark honey eyes. "You said you detected traces of thirium on the bat, which likely means it was bleeding. Think you can pick up an android blood trail? See were it leads us."

"Not one to give up easily, are you detective?" Hank said as he went about scanning over the room once more, following traces of thirium that lead from the living room and down the hall towards the bathroom. Detective close on his heels.

"I always set out to accomplish my mission."