- NOV 6th, 2038 -
- PM 03:18:57 -
"So what's your conclusion?" Hank asked the android.
"I think working officers with," a pause, "personal issues is an added challenge, but adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features," Connor explained. He looked at me and then winked.
I giggled, then caught myself and looked away. I looked at Hank, who was glaring at me, and in an instant, my smile had faded.
Connor's LED had begun to flash yellow, and his right eye kept closing an opening like he was winking too much. I looked at him, sipping on my drink. "I just got a report of a suspected deviant."
"Dang, just like that?" I asked, pulling my hood back on in order to take my trash.
"Yes, just like that. It's a few blocks away," Connor said as I approached again. He glanced coyly at me, "We should go have a look. I'll let you two finish eating."
"And you'll ride with Mae there, I can't stand you looking at me like a mad man while I drive," Hank said with a smirk.
I looked at him, mouth gaping, as Connor acknowledged the request and walked to my car. Hank grabbed my keys and unlocked it for him, allowing him to climb into it.
"Hank, what the hell-?"
"I know you like him," Hank stated, looking at me again.
I shut my mouth and looked at the table. "Who told you?"
"Vivian."
"Seriously?!" I asked, looking up to see him holding up his phone, "Oh I'm gonna kill her."
"No you won't," Hank said, pocketing the device. He saw my downfallen face, "Hey, it'll be okay. I think I'm warming up to him anyway, but that would be a weird thing to see."
I giggled, "Yeah, it would be. C'mon, let's go before the suspect gets away."
- NOV 6th, 2038 -
- 03:36:28 PM -
We had arrived at the building and as soon as we stepped into the elevator Connor's LED began to flash again. After arriving on the floor, the gate slid open and Hank stepped forward, ready to go. I began to step out, then noticed that Connor hadn't followed.
I gently rested my hand on his arm, "Connor?"
He blinked a couple of times, his LED turning blue after a second.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Connor looked at my hand, eyebrows nearly meeting above his eyes. "Just making a report to CyberLife."
"Come on then," I smiled at him and walked off to find Hank, who had been at the end of the hall watching with an amused look. I flicked him off, turning to the right where the suspect's door was.
"What do we know about this guy?" Hank asked, continuing to walk.
"Not much," Connor began, "Just that a neighbor reported that he heard strange noises coming from this floor."
I nodded, looking around. It was so dirty. Really made my skin crawl, "Not much to go off of huh?"
"I don't think so," Connor said, "But nobody is supposed to be living here, and the neighbor said he saw a man hiding an LED under his cap."
"Christ if we have to investigate every time someone hears a strange noise, we're gonna need more cops," Hank mumbled, turning down the next hall. I slowed my steps, waiting on Connor to catch up. He had gone down the other hallway for a second, I guess to be as thorough as possible.
"Hey, were you really makin' a report back there in the elevator?" Hank asked, leaning on the wall as we approached, "Just by closing your eyes?"
"Correct," Connor said. He spotted something on the floor and knelt down, looking at the pile of what looked like feathers.
"Shit, wish I could do that," I mumbled.
Connor stood up suddenly and continued to look around. I stood by Hank, basking in the warmth his body provided. Connor reached the end of the hallway, looked around, then came back up to us. After getting a nod of approval, Connor knocked on the door. After no answer and a shrug from my "uncle", Connor pounded on the door.
"Anybody home?" Connor called. There was a rattle inside, and I pulled my pistol from its holster. "Open up! Detroit Police!"
A crash came from the room, startling the two males.
Hank stepped out, grabbing his gun, "Stay behind me."
"Got it," Connor said immediately, reaching up to push me behind him. I stumbled a little, watching as Hank kicked the door open. I stepped forward, scanning the room with Hank and getting ready to shoot. Connor followed us in, watching as Hank and I kicked doors down in order to look around. The android disappeared into a room as Hank and I found each other again, muttering a quick "Clear" before putting our guns away.
"You know, that sweatshirt does nothing for efficiency with your gun," Hank said.
"Yeah but it does allow me to hide it from suspects," I said, grinning.
Hank nodded as Connor came out of the first room. There was one more room we hadn't cleared, and we were waiting on him to come out. Hank raised his gun, ready to kick the door down, and I got ready to shoot. Connor remained behind me as Hank kicked the door, releasing a flock of pigeons.
"What the fuck is this?!" Hank asked, shooing them away. I ducked instinctively, and Hank ran in to clear the rest out. After recovering, I followed Connor in.
Jesus Christ, he is so slow!
We looked around, and I wrinkled my nose, "Oh my gosh it stinks."
The room, however, was completely covered in those octagonal mazes. It honestly looked a little beautiful. I looked around the room, still on high alert, as Connor walked through, messing up pigeons whenever he stepped somewhere new.
"Uh, looks like we came for nothin'," Hank mumbled, lowering his gun, "our man's gone..."
Connor continued to look anyway. He made his way over to the shape on the wall and ran his fingers over it. I couldn't help but stare, the speed he did things was just fascinating.
He reached up and pulled the corner of a poster off the wall. His body blocked my view of what he had grabbed, but he turned around with it. He was looking at what he had, which looked to be a little book or diary of some sort.
"Found something?" Hank asked.
"I don't know..." Connor mumbled, pocketing the thing, "It looks like a notebook but it's... indecipherable." He crossed over to the closet and opened it, releasing more pigeons.
I continued to look around, noticing the little things. He probably fed these birds, and there was an ID on the shelf in the corner that was fake.
As Connor entered the bathroom, I found my way over to the corner, where there was a chair pushed up on the wall. I raised an eyebrow, looking up to the ceiling. There was a hole there, about the size needed to fit a human- or an android- through.
As I was looking up, the suspect crashed down. I yelled in pain, my ribs cracking, as Connor and Hank ran out of the bathroom.
The suspect began to run out, stirring up pigeons.
"Connor, get it!" I shouted, pushing myself up as much as I could. Connor ran after him, and Hank ran over.
"Shit, are you okay?" Hank knelt next to me, helping me up.
I began to run off without answering, chasing after Connor and the Deviant. The Deviant had run out the fire exit, but I wasn't about to jump over buildings with a hurt rib. I ran down the set of stairs, running through the streets and making sure to keep an eye on the androids as they ran from rooftop to rooftop.
Once I saw where the android was going, I noticed a building he was probably going to go into. I ran into it and up the stairs, getting to the roof.
I burst the door open as it landed on the roof.
"Stop!" I shouted. The deviant ran to me and I struggled to keep it still. It won, however, and pushed me off the edge of the building. I grabbed the ledge of the building, nearly crying out in pain.
Connor paused, looked between me and the deviant, and ran to me just as Hank was getting up the stairs.
I held my hand out to him, allowing him to grab on to it and reach under my other armpit, pulling me up.
"Shit!" Hank groaned, "We had it!"
"It's my fault," Connor said, keeping his arm around me, "I should have been faster." He looked to where the deviant had gone, but I stepped out of his arms and his gaze snapped to me.
"You would have caught it if it weren't for me, but it's okay," I wheezed, "We know what it looks like."
Connor nodded as Hank came over to grab onto me. Connor had saved my life. I probably wouldn't have fallen, but still. It meant a lot to me.
There was definitely some feeling for him.