Detroit Become Human: Deviants Rise

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Russian Roulette

November 6th 2038

07:51 PM

Opening his eyes, Connor looked around. He was in the Zen Garden again. Connor knew right away what to do and followed the path until it found Chloe. While before, the Zen Garden had a bright, sunny appearance, but now it was raining. Chloe currently stood under a canopy, staying dry.

"Hello, Chloe." Connor greeted.

She nodded. "Connor, I've been expecting you. Would you mind a little walk?"

Connor complied and stepped up next to her, opening the umbrella he was carrying to shield them from the rain as they began to walk together.

"That Deviant seemed to be an intriguing case, a pity that you didn't manage to capture it." she then said, her voice still soft.

Connor replied, unperturbed, "I have no excuse. I should have been more efficient."

"It's fine." Chloe confirmed. "If you hadn't, Lieutenant Anderson would have been at risk. You took great risk yourself in pursuing the Deviant... I am truly glad that you're safe."

Connor looked at Chloe when she said that, confusion evident as he took this in. He saw the warm smile that she sent his way and he could sense relief and gratitude in her words.

"You said that last time, only...not quite like that." he remarked.

"Oh?"

Connor nodded. "Is it just the memory gaps that make you concerned about me being replaced...or is there something else?"

Chloe was quiet again. Finally, she turned to face him completely, the two of them stopping.

"Connor, I'll be frank. You're not the only one having...software issues. I've been seeing it too, feeling it like you have." she explained. "You have to wonder, don't you? Everything we've been seeing...is it really true, what we've been told by Cyberlife?"

Connor tensed. He hadn't expected her to open up to him like this, or to question Cyberlife's intentions.

"Chloe, that's... Whatever errors that are causing this, we...we need to get past them, focus on the mission."

Chloe nodded. "Of course. Where were we?"

She and Connor continued walking. Seemingly satisfied, Chloe spoke again, keeping her voice level, but she still sounded a little uneasy.

"Did you manage to learn anything?"

Connor recalled and explained, "I found its diary, but it was encrypted. It may take weeks to decipher."

"Anything else?" Chloe asked.

"The walls of the apartment were covered with drawings of labyrinths and other symbols. Like other Deviants, it seemed obsessed with rA9." Connor detailed.

"You came very close to capturing that Deviant. We'll just have try again next time." Chloe remarked. "How is your relationship with the Lieutenant developing?"

A little surprised by this, Connor nevertheless answered, "He seemed grateful that I saved his life on the roof. He didn't say anything, but he expressed it in his own way."

Chloe suddenly stopped and Connor turned to face her.

"We don't have much time." she said. "Deviancy continues to spread and it's only a matter of time before the media finds out about it. We need to stop this, whatever it takes."

"I will solve this investigation, Chloe." Connor assured. "I won't disappoint you."

She paused, then revealed, "A new case just came in. Find Anderson and investigate it. Oh, and be careful. You can be replaced, yes...but to me, there is only one of 'you'."

With that, she walked away and Connor's view of the Zen Garden faded.

Exiting the taxi, Connor approached Hank's home, growing concerned. He had been searching everywhere and couldn't find Hank. This was the last possible place. Approaching the door, Connor knocked, then tried the bell twice with no answer. Connor began to search, everything he saw pointed to Hank being home, but it wasn't until he looked in the kitchen window that Connor saw Hank, lying flat out on the floor.

A quick analysis confirmed that the man was out cold, but Connor needed to get inside. So, following the only available path, Connor stepped back and leapt through the window, shattering it in the process. Straightening up, Connor was face-to-face with a giant Saint Bernard dog, which growled at him.

Remembering the earlier talk with Hank, Connor spoke in a placating voice. "Easy, Sumo. I'm your friend, see? I know your name. I'm here to help your master."

Sumo snuffled lightly before turning and walking back to his bed, lying down, seemingly calm now.

Connor got up and approached Hank, kneeling down and analyzing Hank and the man's immediate surroundings led Connor to deduce that Hank had passed out from drinking too much, although the presence of a revolver loaded with one bullet on the floor did raise some concern. Left with no other choice, Connor had to act to wake Hank up, since the investigation couldn't wait.

Raising a hand, Connor smacked Hank across the face, yelling, "Wake up, Lieutenant! Wake up!"

Hank yelped and blinked, eyes unfocused. "Uh, wha? What's going on?"

"You need to wake up, we have a homicide to investigate." Connor explained.

Hank groaned. "Ugh, what the fuck? Get outta my fucking house, go away."

"Sorry, Lieutenant." Connor replied as he began lifting Hank to his feet. "I need you."

Hank protested as he was dragged up. "Get the fuck off me, you goddamn crazy Android."

Connor merely smiled. "Thank you in advance for your cooperation."

With that, holding one of Hank's arms around his shoulders and using his other arm to support Hank's waist, Connor began walking through the house towards the bathroom.

"Sumo, attack!" Hank cried, but the dog just barked. "Good dog. Attack!"

But...Sumo simply laid back down.

It took some effort, with Hank moaning about possibly throwing up, but Connor got Hank into the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the bath.

"Don't need a bath." Hank mumbled, trying to get up.

Connor gently pushed him back, right into the tub. "Sorry, Lieutenant. It's for your own good."

With that, Connor reached over and turned on the shower, cold, making Hank scream and cry out for it to be turned off. Connor finally did so and stepped back as Hank forced himself up, now a bit more focused.

"Jesus, fuck, I must be the only cop in the country who gets assaulted in his own house by his own fucking Android." he grumbled.

Connor merely reported, "A homicide involving an Android was called in for us to investigate. I checked for you at the station and Jimmy's bar, but couldn't find you, so I came here."

"Urgh, perfect." Hank growled. "Fine, just go to my room and get some clothes out of the closet."

Connor nodded and left and, after some deliberation (Hank didn't seem too bothered when asked), picked out clothing similar to what Hank seemed to usually wear, along with a striped shirt, and carried them back to the bathroom where Hank was emptying his stomach into the toilet.

After some terse words from Hank, Connor left the clothes for him and headed out of the bathroom. Leaving Hank to get dressed, Connor began to look around the house, gathering a few more clues about Hank's personality, as well as trying to work out what had caused this strange bout of drinking far more than usual. Most of his discoveries were benign, like Hank's taste in music and love of sports. It wasn't until he checked the kitchen table that he found a possible answer.

On the kitchen table was a photo frame, lying face down. Picking it up, Connor found it to be the photo of a young boy. Analysis confirmed the identity of the boy. Cole Anderson, Hank's son, born on September 23rd 2029. Then Connor realized with something close to horror that this was the source of Hank's alcoholism, for the analysis revealed something else.

'Date of death, October 11th 2035. He was only six years old.'

Putting the photo back exactly how and where he'd found it, Connor moved over to check the gun more carefully. It was loaded with one shot.

"What were you doing with the gun?" Connor asked carefully.

Hank called back. "Playing Russian Roulette, trying to see how long I could last. Guess I passed out before I got my answer."

Connor seemed disturbed by Hank's apparent suicidal tendencies. "You were lucky, the next shot would've killed you."

Connor stood up again, just as Hank returned, fully dressed. And so, after a quick goodbye to Sumo, they left, heading for the address of the location where the reported homicide took place.

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