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...
"So what you're telling me, is that the victim from this homicide; was the suspect you arrested 3 days ago? And the suspect that killed that asshole... got away?"
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Hank and Connor stood stiffly in Fowler's office with their hands behind their backs, Hank having adopted the stance from seeing his partner do it so often.
Last night's events came past the Lieutenant's eyes in a blur, remembering how startled and dishevelled Connor looked when he found him in the alley. Not to mention the dirt and other debris that was all over his jacket, which made it seem like Connor just had a wrestling match with some thug.
"The suspect that was at the scene last night was most likely not the one that killed the victims. Evidence showed that-"
"I wasn't FINISHED!" Fowler slapped his hand on the table, Connor snapping his teeth shut while Hank looked over at his partner with a wince.
"What this doesn't explain, is how the fucker got out of detainment. He was sent to the Correctional Facility after we confirmed his sentence." Fowler leaned back in his seat and turned his attention to the large screen on the wall, statistics filing themselves on the bottom while the news took up a large portion of the screen.
"Reports say that the automated escort never arrived. Must've been jacked and he got out," Hank grumbled as he shifted uncomfortably on the spot, rolling his shoulders to reposition his hands into his pockets. "And as Connor was saying, the guy that was at the scene wasn't likely involved."
The Captain tipped his head and turned the chair back towards them with a tense expression, forehead creasing with a deep frown. He rolled the seat forward and planted his elbows on the desk, exaggerating an inhale before cupping his hands together.
"Surely you're not insisting that because you let him get away, right?"
Connor blinked once, taking a moment to read Fowler's tone of voice and expression before formulating a response. There was sarcasm in there, alongside anger.
"Of course not, Captain. Evidence of the scene indicates that the victims were shot by a single bullet from a great distance. A long range weapon. The kill would have been confirmed upon the shot, meaning there was no need for a close proximity inspection of the target. The Android was just unfortunately in the crossfire at that exact moment."
"In English, for fuck's sake," Fowler snapped in return, waving a hand with frustration.
"The murderer would have no reason to come down from his vantage point, since a Sniper Rifle is the choice of weapon to avoid being close to the target." Connor's LED flickered yellow before glancing at Hank, then gazing back at Fowler. "Whoever was at the scene may not have been involved, though there is still the possibility of them being an accomplice."
