(Not) Alive - Machine | Detroit Become Human [finished]

100 - Ra9

They arrived at the place Connor told them about: a shabby old building. The district was covered with urban farms, hectares of roofs and terraces covered with soilless crops, greenhouses, orchards, all the tools needed to grow plants and even wind turbines and solar panels.

They took the elevator to the top floor, it was dirty and dark, the walls were stained and the paint was peeling.  Angie narrowed her eyes to find her way in the dim light.

- Hey Connor! You ran outta batteries or what?

It was Hank, still bitching like always, because the android hadn't yet come out of the elevator shaft.

- I'm sorry, I was making a report to CyberLife.

- Uh... Well, do you plan on staying in the elevator?

- No! I'm coming, he said, following them down the hall. Nobody's supposed to be living here, but the neighbor said he saw a man hiding a LED under his cap.

- Oh Christ !  Hank exclaimed. If we have to investigate every time someone hears a strange noise, we're gonna need more cops.

They approached the suspect apartment, pale gray feathers littering the floor.

- Hey, were you really making a report back there in the elevator? Hank asked, curious.  Just by closing your eyes?

- Correct, the android replied.

- Shit... Wish I could do that...

True, there were some advantages having your mind connected to the network all the time, Angie thought.  Meanwhile, Hank had leaned against the wall next to the apartment door, waiting to see what Connor was going to do next.  The young woman observed the surroundings and took a look through a partly barricaded window, she preferred to know the possible exits and escape routes in case the suspect wanted to fly away.

Finally Connor knocked on the door, but there was no response.  Hank shrugged fatalistic.  So the android knocked harder, calling this time.

- Anybody home? Open up! Detroit Police! He shouted.

This time they heard something, there was indeed someone inside.  Hank took over the operations.

- Stay behind me!  He ordered his two teammates, drawing his gun.

- Got it, Angie and Connor agreed, pulling away.

Hank kicked the door hard and smashed it against the wall.

- Angie, you stay here in case the bird flies away.

- Okay !

He walked down an even darker and dirty hallway, from which a strange stench escaped, followed closely by Connor.  Angie was on the lookout for any noise as the two men searched every room in the apartment. When they opened the back door, the sound of wings was heard and dozens of pigeons flew away in panic.

- What the fuck is this?! Hank swear.

Then she heard them discuss the clues they found at the scene, if she had understood correctly, it was indeed an android, his name was Rupert and he liked to feed pigeons.  They had found inscriptions on the walls of his bathroom and on a notebook, mazes and the acronym Ra9 ...

Angie heard nothing for a moment except the rustling of pigeon wings. But suddenly a loud crash broke the silence.  She heard Hank scream.

- God damn fuckin' pigeons! What are you waiting for?! Chase it! Angie, be careful!

The suspect rushed past her.  She barely had time to take out her gun when he pushed her back and fled to an emergency exit.  Connor chased him.  Angie stood up and followed them as fast as she could, Hank some distance behind her.