hunger ; detroit: become human

two

Cynthia

Morning of November 6th, 2038 - 8:00 AM

Cynthia stood in the bathroom, running a brush through her hair. Her phone sat on the counter, buzzing every few minutes with a new email from work. Groaning, she set her hairbrush down and snatched her phone, her thumbs moving rapidly across the keyboard to send out a few replies. She set her phone back down, screen against the counter, and resumed brushing her hair. Once she finished, she set the brush back down and carefully pulled her hair into a ponytail, her bangs hanging down to frame her face. Finally, she reached for a small necklace that was hanging on a small hook in the wall. She was careful as she unlocked the clasp and set it around her neck, locking it back into place. The diamond in the center sparkled in the light, and she smiled, her fingertips gently tracing over it. Rolling her shoulders back, she grabbed her phone and left the bathroom, heading to the main room to grab her bag and shoes. As she slipped on her heels, her phone buzzed again, this time with a text message.

'Android has left the zen garden. Please arrive soon.'

With a nod to herself, Cynthia stood and shouldered her bag, tucking her phone into its designated pocket. She grabbed her car keys and made her way to the door, bracing herself for the brisk Detroit-in-November cold.

"Have a good day at work, darling. Stay warm out there," a voice called from another room.

"I will. See you tonight, my darling," she called back with a smile. She stepped out into the cold, sucking in a sharp breath before making her way to her car. She couldn't arrive at the station soon enough.

Upon arriving at the station, Cynthia made her way to the front desk, where a receptionist android was standing. She pulled her lanyard out of her bag as she reached the counter, and the android smiled at her.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Hi, I'm Cynthia Miller, with CyberLife. I'm here to continue monitoring the RK800 android's work here at the DPD," Cynthia replied, returning the smile.

"Do you have authorization?"

"Right here." She lifted her lanyard up and held out her temporary clearance badge. The android scanned it, her eyes flickering a few times before she nodded.

"The RK800 is waiting at Lieutenant Anderson's desk. You can join him there."

"Thank you." Taking her badge back, Cynthia walked around the desk and beyond the gate, smiling and offering friendly waves to officers she passed by.

"Ms. Miller, over here!"

She looked to her right, smiling a bit as she saw Connor waving her over to the desk. She hurried over, her heels clicking against the tile floor and echoing around the other desks.

"I hope you had a good night?" he asked, getting up from his chair to let her sit.

"Oh, I did. All thanks to your performance last night. You did a wonderful job extracting the confession from the suspect, and it's no surprise CyberLife was pleased with your work," she said, sitting down in the chair.

"That's certainly good news. I'm glad I could be of assistance," he replied.

"Connor, you're already off to an amazing start. First the hostage situation a few months back, now this. You're going to do great things," she said. He smiled faintly, then turned at the sound of heavy footsteps. The Lieutenant had finally decided to arrive.

"It's good to see you again, Lieutenant," Connor said. "I was just conversing with my supervisor, Ms. Miller."

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank muttered, then shook his head as Cynthia stood from the chair and smoothed out her skirt.