Trucy could feel the stress level of the deviant increase as it opened the file. For a second only the GK700 coud only see static, before the scene slowly materialised. The quality was still static, but it always was as visual lenses portrayed reality a bit differently than objectives designed for human eyes. When everything cleared up it realised it was in Carlos Ortiz' kitchen, with the owner standing at the doorway.
"I'll teach you to look me in the eye..." Ortiz came dangerously close with a baseball bat in his right hand. Not yet... Trucy sped up the memory, the man's form chased the android until it grabbed a knife and slashed. Ortiz stumbled backwards, and the android followed him, until something red caught Trucy's attention, it immediately froze the memory.
It was in the edge of its vision, next to the TV — big amount of red ice. It was untouched, not spilled all over as they had found it. This meant someone after the death of Ortiz came inside the house. Trucy resumed the file and watched as two hands repeatedly stabbed the man who was already dead. Then the android threw the knife and hid in the attic.
Trucy pulled back from the memory filed, irritated that it missed the opportunity to learn the identity of the client or clients. At least it got to know someone entered the house and messed with the drug, so it was safe to assume Carlos Ortiz really was a dealer. Now the question only was if Trucy should continue probing or let it be.
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Detroit: Witness I
FanfictionMULTI-CHOICE: interactive story! (contains murder, swearing and other general D:BH violence) Sequel coming soon! When the everything spirals out of control in the city of Detroit, more and more people seek comfort in the infamous drug known as red...
