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...
Weather seemed to be against the police, and the streets contained more patrol than usual.
But that wasn't a problem, you knew the back alleys well and had the agility to keep out of their general line of sight. You may be confined to being in a civillian city, but you kept the skills of an Elite soldier.
And with those skills, you had arrived back at the scene.
There was an... emptiness in your chest. The moment you hit that button and deleted that data, you had crossed a boundary that wouldn't let you turn back.
No more running.
You were in the dark now. The little glowing light that you held onto like a lifeline, was extinguished and enveloped by the void of true loneliness. His destruction already left you with uncertainty, but now everything that pertained to his existence was now erased.
It felt strange.
Isolation.
Another Titan was supposedly in the works for you to connect with, but the very thought of it made you sick.
The crisp breeze of the snowy air had you breathing clouds as you approached the broken window of the crime scene. The increase of Police patrols on ground level made it tricky to navigate back to this building, even with your Jump Kit equipped.
Though, your legs were still in need of recovery and the Jump Kit was mostly to help ease every fall your body made when navigating the city. As they kept a constant force of thrust coming from their jets, it made you feel just the slightest bit lighter and softened any descent.
But for now, it helped your walking be a bit less painful.
A wave of your hand made the Spectre follow you to the edge of the floor, the broken window leaving a massive gap out into the elements. The wind howled as it entered the building, the hollow sound adding to the already lost feeling that was weighing you down. Your facecover was pulled down completely and hung around your neck, hood also off of your head and bunched at your shoulders.
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"Standby, kneel." Your voice was calm, the Spectre clicking in response and turning around to face the elevator. As it's hacker, the override put your safety at it's immediate priority. You were the one it fought for now, so it obeyed your command and knelt down, metal scraping on concrete as it went into standby.
