Detroit is the ground zero and origin city of Androids. Now its the place you have to call home. There is no choice; your betrayal of the Apex Predators had cost them a pretty paycheque, and living in a city of machines is the safest way for you to...
Selectively tuning out certain sounds was a long-practiced skill you'd learned over the years, and it proved to be successful during the drive to the Precinct since the one apparently named 'Lieutenant Anderson' listened to atrocious sounds on the radio which was supposed to be music of some sort. The city was too dark to entertain yourself with sightseeing during the drive, but the sudden halt in the vehicle's movements was enough of an indicator that you'd arrived at their destination.
Thank God the ride was short.
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The men in the front seat exited first, the Lieutenant walking to your door and opening for you. His big hands were enough to almost completely wrap around your bicep, but he seemed a bit more gentle while pulling you onto your feet and escorting you into the door.
Another set of Officers were accompanying the thief from the store, who gave the best glares he possibly could with his swollen face and bloodied nose. The Police seemed to make a conscious effort to keep a fair amount of distance between you while being escorted through to the office of the Precinct.
That was when your paths separated, the thug being taken to a holding cell at the rear of the precinct, while you were taken to someone's desk. Lieutenant Anderson's desk, if the name plate was any indication.
Your handcuffs were removed by the Android supposedly, before being re-fitted with your hands in front of you. The Lieutenant guided you to sit at the seat at the end of the desk, before attaching your cuffs to a steel lock at his table.
Well, at least they were trying to make you a bit comfortable.
"Don't take it personally, but we can't be too careful," The old man assured, finally letting go of your arm as he stepped back. His face contorted to one of horror upon looking at his hand though, almost like he'd seen a ghost.
"Ah shit- GET A NURSE IN HERE!"
As he ran off to... wherever it was, you only now just noticed the blood soaking through your jacket and clothes.
So that's what hit you in the arm earlier.
"Are you alright?"
A different voice this time, soft and calm. It was the Android, the tall man walking around to your front and gesturing towards your arm. A bullet splitting your bicep and possibly causing muscular tear while you bled all over your clothes? Sarcasm would've been an entertaining response to give, but instead you kept silent, eyes downcast and avoiding eye contact.
