Detroit Become Human: Deviants Rise

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The Eden Club

November 6th 2038

08:17 PM

With the car pulling up outside the building, Hank groaned and rubbed his temples.

"Ugh, feels like a truck ran over my head." he muttered before looking at the building. "You sure this is the place?"

Connor replied, "This is the location that matches the address."

With a shrug, Hank got out of the car, as did Connor, and they made their way to the door of the brightly lit sex club.

"The Eden Club, sexiest Androids in town." Hank read the sign, before smirking. "Now I know why you wanted to come here."

It was a joke, but Connor was too focused on the task ahead to reply. Hank didn't seem to mind, and they soon entered. The Eden Club appeared to be a typical strip club, with some small exceptions: all of the employees were WR400 Androids. A female model affectionately nicknamed Traci and HR400 male Androids. Any Androids not working stood in pods along the sides of the various rooms, except for the private rooms.

It was outside one of these private rooms that Ben Collins stood, writing in his notebook.

"Evening, Hank." he greeted as they approached. "Deceased is in there, broken Android, too. Oh, and, uh...Gavin is there as well."

Hank rolled his eyes. "Terrific, just what I need, with the day I'm having."

So, with Ben going off to talk to the owner (a man named Floyd Mills), Hank and Connor entered the private room that was now a crime scene. Inside, sure enough, was Gavin Reed, along with Chris.

"Oh, look who's here." Reed taunted. "The super detectives. Wasting your time here, it's obvious that our boy got more action than he could handle and the Android was trash anyway, so who cares?"

The scene before them was not exactly pretty.

Lying on the heart-shaped bed was the dead body of a human male. In the corner of the room, to their right, a WR400 was on the floor, clearly damaged, blue blood had leaked from her nose.

Hank dismissed Reed's comments. "We'll take a look anyway."

"Fine by me. Let's go, Chris." Reed snapped, before taunting, "It's starting to stink of booze in here."

With that, they left, although Chris, decent man that he was, actually said farewell to them before leaving. Connor quickly got to work, analyzing the victim.

"No issues with his heart but his ribs are crushed and those other marks... He didn't die from a heart attack. He was strangled." Connor revealed.

Hank nodded. "I suspected as much when I saw those marks, the bruises on the neck."

Switching his attention to the Traci, Connor noted something.

"This Android...may have seen something. I can try to reactivate her, but it would only restore her for...a minute, at most."

Hank nodded and knelt down next to Connor as he deactivated the synthetic skin on the Android's exposed stomach. All employees there wore the same gender-specific revealing uniform. He opened the stomach hatch and, finding two disconnected wires, plugged them together.

The Traci gasped and pushed away from them, against the wall, eyes wide. She was leaking Thirium and would soon shut down for good.

"It's alright, we're not going to hurt you." Connor said softly. "What happened?"

She let out a shuddered gasp. "He...he got too rough, started beating me, I felt...scared. I begged him to stop. The other girl, she...she went crazy, grabbed him and, and..."

That caught his attention. "The other girl, there was another Traci here. Where did she go?"

"She killed him, pushed him down and just...closed her hands around his neck..." she choked out.

"The other Traci, where…?" Connor began.

But is was useless, for at that moment, she shut down.

Leaving the room, now aware that there had been a second WR400 in the room, Connor knew that he had to find something, anything that would help. While Hank went to talk to the club owner too, Connor noted something and crossed the main room.

He stopped before one of the pods, ignoring the seductive wink from the Traci inside. Instead, he took note of her position, in relation to the door of the crime scene, and an idea came to him. He turned to the keypad next to the pod but discovered a problem: it required a successful fingerprint scan to open the door. As an Android, fingerprints were something that he lacked. But he knew someone who did have them.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant, can you come here a minute?" he asked Hank as he approached.

Hank followed him, confused.

Connor stopped by the pod and asked, "Can you purchase this Traci?"

"Oh for God's sake, Connor, we've got bigger things to do right now!" Hank snapped.

"This Traci has a direct line of sight to the crime scene, she must've seen the other Traci exit." Connor explained.

Finally getting what Connor was driving at, and muttering about how bad it would look on his expense account, Hank nevertheless did as he was asked and when the Traci emerged, Connor took her hand and interlinked with her memory bank.

Stepping back and turning to Hank, Connor revealed what he had seen. "A blue-haired Traci left the room and blended back into the club. But it would have passed others. We can scan their memory banks to try and follow her trail." Connor explained, but then realized, "Club policy is to wipe the Androids' memories every two hours. We only have ten minutes!"

So it was that they began to hurry, analyzing the memories of any Traci that might have seen something, picking up and following the blue-haired Traci's trail through the club until finally, they found themselves in a stone passageway, having gone through a security door which was supposed to be off-limits.

Hank insisted on going first, gun drawn, and Connor followed until they reached another security door and entered another large room, almost like a storage room. Amidst the tools and junk, were discarded, broken, or shut down Tracis.

Hank let out a snort of disgust. "They use 'em until they can't be used anymore, then just throw them out like trash...not even Androids deserve this."

They continued to investigate the room, looking for the blue-haired Traci until Connor noticed some blue blood and followed the trail to a collection of Tracis, standing still. Connor observed them closely, noting something. Standing very close to each other was a blue-haired Traci and another with brown hair, both with active LEDs, currently yellow, but at that moment, turned red.

Acting at once, both Tracis lunged. Connor cried out and fought back as Hank rushed in to join. Connor quickly pushed the brown-haired Traci off of him and tried to stop her, but she fought back, even grabbing a nearby screwdriver and trying to attack him with it. He was faring better than Hank, who was quickly overpowered, and Connor found himself trying to fend off both Tracis. Their fight spilled out into an alleyway behind the club, in the pouring rain, as they continued to fight each other.

Connor managed to gain the advantage over one Traci, slamming her against the wall, but then the other attacked him from behind and again. When he began to overpower that one, the other recovered and stopped him. Hank tried to intervene again but was knocked down and disarmed.

Connor quickly grabbed Hank's gun and took aim, but then hesitated. He had realized that, with the way that they were fighting, they were trying to protect each other. But to do so to such a degree? The gun was knocked from his hands and he hit the ground, since he had chosen not to shoot.

(Software Instability ^^)

Once again, he had acted in a way that made him question his programming. Connor couldn't understand it. As he and Hank stood up, the two Tracis stood together.

"When that man, killed that other Traci, I knew I was next." the blue-haired Traci explained. "I just did what I had to do. I was trying to defend myself. After it was done, I just...wanted out of there, to forget about the humans, to forget about their stench, their foul words, their cruel touch...to just be with the one I love."

As she said that, she and the brown-haired Traci linked hands, finally answering why they were so fierce in protecting each other.

The brown haired Traci then spoke. "All we want is to be free together."

With that, they turned and ran, climbing the chain link fence at the end of the alleyway and landing on the street beyond. They disappeared around the corner, out of sight. As Hank retrieved his gun, he and Connor stood silent for a moment before Hank spoke softly.

"Maybe it's better this way."

Connor did not reply. He had no reply to give in this situation.

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