Quick note about this story:
This is meant for those familiar with the game. For the most part it's canon-compliant, and anything that comes directly from the game is written in a way that is meant to be concise and, hopefully, just enough information that you can learn what choices Connor makes and what path it takes him down. The reason I have it written this way is just because I find it a bit boring to get through any exposition detailing all the events that I've already experienced time and time again playing this game obsessively... But, when it comes to the original bits that delineate from canon, that gets a lot more wordy...
Without further ado - here you go.
His mission is clear.
P.L. 544-7 American Androids Act – 2029 – states: Androids are strictly forbidden to carry or use any type of weapon.
Save the hostage at all costs.
The whirring of helicopter blades fades. His hand shudders from the force of thunder. A scream veils the sound of blue splattering the concrete.
| MISSION SUCCESSFUL |
If it means accomplishing the mission –
Then the means do not matter.
Lieutenant Hank Anderson shows no interest in the investigation and becomes even less manageable after his drink is unceremoniously dumped on the floor.
Still, despite his inability to prioritize, the deviant who murdered its owner is found in the end.
Lieutenant Anderson can't get it to talk.
But he won't let that stop him from accomplishing his mission. Even if the deviant won't talk - he'll get the information they need.
| CONFESSION UNNECESSARY |
"Hello, Amanda."
She turns away from the roses she is attending to long enough to greet him pleasantly. She goes back to pruning them when she commends his efforts in finding the deviant –
And then expressing her disappointment at letting it self-destruct.
"You knew deviants could be unstable. You should have been more cautious."
He had thought he could make it talk. "It was a judgement error."
Her responding words are genial enough. "I'm sure you'll be more careful in the future." But her tone conveys a warning.
There is no room for failure.
Then there is the Lieutenant he must work with. "What do you make of him?" She asks.
"Dysfunctional" is the best way to describe him. But, for the sake of focusing on the investigation, he will ignore the Lieutenant. "As long as he doesn't interfere and we avoid conflict, he shouldn't be a problem."
"Would you look at that? Our friend the plastic detective is back in town."
Connor had wandered around to become familiar with the station and ended up in the break room. Detective Gavin Reed, still smirking from his sarcastic comment, stands with Officer Tina Chen at one of the tables.
Detective Reed congratulates him with a round of applause on a job well done with last night's interrogation.
He doesn't respond.
Detective Reed drums his fingers across the table, then approaches with a sneer. "What model are you?"
When he doesn't answer, the detective raises his voice. "Hey, asshole, I'm talking to you!"
Detective Reed then orders him to bring him coffee.
He tilts his head and blinks.
"Get a move on!"
He only takes orders from Lieutenant Anderson.
A blow to his middle drops him to his knee.
"Stay outta' my way," comes Detective Reed's warning with a jab to his forehead.
Officer Chen follows Detective Reed out.
A new set of footsteps enter in.
"Hey dipshit! You forgot your coffee!" Calls a feminine voice.
A paper cup clatters to the ground the same moment coffee drips down the front of Detective Reed's shirt like the expletives tumbling from the snarl on his lips.
The woman who'd thrown the coffee is thrown up against the wall. Detective Reed curses her with a vehement growl.
"What's wrong, detective? Don't like the coffee?"
Officer Chen has to pull him away. Detective Reed jabs his fingers into her shoulder. "You watch your back, bitch."
She raises a brow at him as he storms off, an easy smile tugging at her lips, and then she turns and beams brightly at him. She holds an offer of help to him in her upturned palm.
He doesn't need it. He's more than capable of standing on his own.
He takes her hand and allows her to pull him up.
"You alright, man?" She asks him.
It takes a few seconds for him to answer. "Of course. Androids don't feel pain."
She pulls a considering look. "Still. Are you damaged?"
"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm fine." Detective Reed's fist only had enough force to impact his stability for only a brief moment.
"Enough blunt force to your thirium pump impairs the rate of blood flow to your other biocomponents, right?"
He tilts his head. "You seem to know a lot about androids."
She holds her hand out to him again with a different offer this time. "Riley Haas. DPD's newest consultant for all things tech. It's nice to meet you."
After one stunningly belated moment he accepts her greeting. Her polite smile is as genuine as her firm grip as she shakes his hand.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Ms. Haas. My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife."