Detroit: Witness I

2. JOKE

"If you wish Lieutenant Anderson, I can buy you a drink as well." Trucy replied with a wink, completely catching the older man by surprise. For a moment no one talked, only stared at the android who now awaited the - hopefully positive - reaction.

"Okay, I'm gonna pretend I didn't see that, but Jesus Christ! Did I hear it well? There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna accept anything from you fuckin' androids!" Lieutenant Anderson was about to walk away from the trio, but abruptly stopped just short of the exit to the kitchen and looked back. "Actually, I'm gonna take you up on that, you hear me? Asshole.."

And with that the lieutenant was out of the living room, inspecting the scene in the kitchen instead.

Hank ⤴️
[TENSE]

NEW OBJECTIVE:
- analyze sample
- report to Detective Dahlia and Larry Myers

Trucy dismissed the messages and the unexpected reaction of the lieutenant, and looked around. Detective Larry Myers decided to join Lieutenant Anderson in the kitchen, while his wife lingered around the door they entered trough. The room was small and dirty, with a decaying corpse lying againts the damaged wall to the right and a small café table with a TV on it to the left. There were many clues littered on the ground marked with yellow numbers, however those weren't Trucy's concern - that layed next to the TV. The android didn't waste any time, it immeditaley walked over to the red ice. It took one of the bigger chunks and eyed it before licking it.

/// Analyzing.....
100% complete

Red ice (C17H28NO4)

Purity level 5%
Thirium level 26%
Traces of bleach
Airborn contamination: Ravendale district ///

"Trucy? You- You didn't just eat that, did you?" Detective Dahlia Myers asked from next her, putting emphasis on the 'eat', it seemed she had followed Trucy to the drug. However whatsoever was the woman's problem clearly didn't bother Trucy, as it looked back with slightly raised eyebrows.

"With this I am able to analyze samples in real time. Weren't you informed?" As the android shot back the question a new figure enteted the living room. If it weren't for its blue armband, similarly coloured triangle, LED on its right temple and serial number anyone could have tough it was a human. Trucy didn't even need to scan it to know what its model was: RK800 stood before it. The other android only needed to turn around the corner to notice the two of them, it temporarily halted before walking over to the detective and Trucy.

"Hello. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by Cyberlife." Connor greeted Detective Dahlia Myers according to the standard protocol, who just stared at it in surprise and uttered a quiet 'hi'. Trucy didn't have anything in mind when it was first informed about this model - and the information it could find about it was confidential -, but it was still a mild surprise. It had a freckled face, short dark brown hair and smilarly coloured eyes, and wore a uniform exactly like what Trucy wore: exept Connor's jacket was slightly longer. It had its serial number uder the RK800, which was a give-away of its prototype state, as mass-sold androids no longer had it written on their uniforms. After inspecting the other android, Trucy's eyes wandered back to its face, catching the momenteary conflict in its eyes before it was swept away.

"I found.. something." That was all Connor said, and it was enough to trigger a message in Trucy's vision: a mission update. The GK700 furrowed its eyebrows, the way it changed from one to the other in such speed left a little worry in it.

NEW OBJECTIVE
- aid Connor

"Of course." Trucy looked back to the still surprised woman. "I will be back Detective. I advise you go outside for some fresh air, as the smell of a decaying corpse may instill nauesia in humans." Trucy signalled to Connor with a quick nod to lead the way, not waiting for Detective Dahlia Myers' answer - not risking conflicting orders.

The two androids passed the kitchen where Lieutenant Anderson and Detective Larry Myers were inspecting a baseball bat, too invested in it to notice them pass by. They turned to the right at the end of the short and dusty hallway, straight into the dirty, not-so-white bathroom. It was small, with only a toilette, a tap and a shower in it. Nothing stood out of the ordinary, not even by scanning. Trucy raised an eyebrow, and it seemed Connor realised that it did not specify what it had found.

"It's here." The other android step towards the shower and pulled away the curtain, revealing a tiled wall covered in obsessive writing of 'rA9'. Trucy furrowed its eyebrows, searching for any information about what this.. something - for lack of better word - could be, but nothing turned up. This was the first time its database could not find answer for something, and this both surprised and worried Trucy. It was then that it looked down and saw a statuette made from clay. The android didn't waste time, it squatted down and scanned it. With the way this statuette was formed and the flowers around it, only one explanation came to Trucy's mind.

"A religious offering.. Maybe to 'rA9'?" Trucy stood up, looking Connor in the eye who seemed disappointed for some reason. "What is your theory?"

"I also came up with this conclusion. The obsessive writing, the flowers - they seem to be offerings to the statuette. However that is all I found out.. I had hoped you would provide more information." Trucy looked at Connor, who was already by the door. Its sound receptors weren't damaged, The RK800's voice really did carry frustraiton and slight desperation. "Thank you for your co-operation, I do not need further assistance."

[□] INSIST
[X] OBEY