Accident Prone - Becoming Human

From Above

A late night call regarding a possibly hostile deviant trespassing on private property brought Hank and Connor to the ruins of an abandoned hotel on the seedier side of town. There was no confirmation on whether or not the suspected deviant skulking about the property was actually dangerous, but dealing with deviants had become the duo's new priority after being reassigned with their primary tasks now regarding deviant cases at the precinct. With that very unique and honorary assignment as the lead investigators in the city's very first Deviant Division came a lot of bizarre cases, and quite often they turned out to be false alarms.

With any luck their current call would be yet another false alarm, but the way Connor was detecting some movement inside the old building was proving otherwise. Leaving the Oldsmobile parked out in front of the building the two detectives made their way to the old hotel to begin their search and potentially find a suspect.

"You sure this is the right place?" Hank asked as he and Connor stepped over broken beams and shattered glass bottles that littered the dirty floor of the decrepit hotel's lobby. It was dark and difficult enough to navigate as it was without the garbage on the ground. "I don't see how anyone, human or android, could live here."

"This is the correct address as given by the witness." Connor stated as he scanned the room carefully for any traces of deviants. His blue L.E.D. flashed to yellow then back to blue as he finished his scan of the area. "I don't detect any deviant in the immediate vicinity."

"Yeah, well witnesses aren't exactly reliable." The senior detective quipped casually. "That's why people invented security cameras and train guard dogs."

Connor stopped suddenly and focused on faint movement in the doorway leading to the staff only area of the building. His L.E.D. returned to a bright yellow illumination as he caught the motion. The movement was brief but his keen sight as an android was infallible compared to that of a human.

"See something?" Hank asked as he noticed Connor's sudden change of demeanor. "You better have with that kind of reaction."

"Possibly. It was too quick to properly identify as a human or deviant."

"Might've been a rat or something. Can you scan it?"

"Evidently, not. The odds of it being a deviant have dropped significantly."

"Well, it's all we have right now." Pointing toward the large corridor where Connor's eyes were already staring Hank motioned for his partner to keep walking ahead. "Let's go track whoever it is down."

"Right."

Connor stepped through the doorway first, moving very slowly and meticulously as to not disturb the already unstable structure of the collapsing building with each calculated move. The yellow glow of his L.E.D. allowed Hank to keep track of his partner even in the darkness as he trailed behind. Hank followed after Connor, his gun drawn but safely lowered to the floor, and kept his eyes peeled for any sign of movement. Stepping only where Connor stepped the senior detective followed his partner silently through the aged hotel.

Another rush of movement caught Connor's attention causing the deviant to freeze in place. "Hank." His voice was but a whisper as to not alert the person skulking about through the hotel. "The suspect is in the next room."

Hank nodded and motioned for Connor to go ahead and step through while he continued to follow close behind.

Carefully Connor pulled his own gun from the holster concealed beneath his gray blazer and secured around his back. He held the gun in a tight grip as he stealthily encroached on the possible suspect now only a few feet away. The deviant's keen eyes could see what Hank could not - a humanoid figure trying to crouch in the shadows just out of sight.