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...
This chapter continues in the Reader's perspective.
Various people stepped away as you sprinted around to the side of your target building, some muttering insults as you forced them to stop in their tracks.
Crates became platforms while a dumpster became your launch pad, the plastic lid springing upwards after you leapt onto the tall chain link fence. You had gained enough height to reach the top, using your torso as leverage to swing your legs over. The drop to the concrete was rather high but after letting go of the metal barrier, you crouched enough upon landing to soften your fall.
The fence clattered after you stood up straight, and Connor suddenly on the other side and gripping at the mesh with a concerned expression.
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"Pilot, what are you doing?" His hands rattled the links at his question, looking up to analyze the height of the fence before looking back at you. "You're tresspassing."
Well, you didn't exactly need permission, there was a level of immunity when it came to being an informant right?
You didn't respond, taking a few steps back while facing the Detective before turning around and making a break for the rear of the building.
The yard seemed to be a standard setup, a staff-only entrance with an emergency fire exit accesible only from the inside. The staff door was also locked by an ID reader, but that was something that could be easily dealt with.
With a flick of your wrist, your Data Knife spun around your index finger on a few rotations before you gripped the handle, blade facing downwards while you approached the terminal. A distant clattering of a fence had you turning towards the noise. Upon seeing the source, you relaxed as Connor jogged around the corner.
Wait, wasn't he trespassing now?
You ignored his approach though, stepping up to the ID scanner on the wall and lifting your blade to the edges, popping the frame off the wall to inspect the wiring inside.
Now behind you, Connor reached over your shoulder and pressed his suddenly-white hand to the terminal. The door lit green and clicked open, your eyebrows raised in response to what you had just witnessed.
So, he was capable of interfacing and hacking other electronics upon contact?
Seems that the technology specifically made for your Data Knife was also given to Androids.
