Trucy spotted a brunette figure from behind, dressed in blue jeans and a dark grey jacket, which bore neon blue armband and a smililarly coloured triangle in front of the cafeteria. The GK700 immediately headed towards the android, as it was Connor. The other prototype was looking at the gate with its arms clasped behind it back — it was waiting.
"Hello, Connor." The female model greeted the RK800, who turned around with a surprised expression. It glanced back one more time to the door, but as it possibly did not see what it wanted to, the male model began walking towards Trucy.
"Hello. What are you doing here?" As it asked, Connor took out its coin from the pocket of its jeans and began doing its tricks.
"I am waiting for Detective Dahlia. She is in a meeting with the forensics, as the red ice we found required further analyzing. I have not seen Lieutenant Anderson yet, if you are here for him." At Trucy's last comment Connor frowned in displease, a slight pout appeared on its face. It looked.. oddly harmonious on it. Then a different look took its place: it was uncertain, hesitant, and the slightest sign of guilt sparkled in those dark brown eyes.
"Trucy, may I have a question? That night, why—" The RK800's lines were cut off by a harsh sound, which originated from one man only: Detective Reed. He finally noticed them.
"Look at those! It seems Hank and Larry got new partners. Fucking plastic detectives! Hey! You his drinking buddy? You bring him home when he's too drunk to find his car? Ha, he stinks of booze." The detective was standing in front of one of the round, white tables, with a woman by his side: Officer Chen. In front of them was a plate with two donuts with their tops covered in chocolate, and one cup of instant coffee. Detective Reed spoke to the two androids with a mocking tone, and besides what he said to the woman, it was as if he did not recognise Trucy was there.
"Never seen an android like you before... What model are you?" As Connor ignored his comment the detective walked over to the two androids, and barely spared Trucy one disgusted look before he turned his attention to the RK800. What a stupid question.. the female model kept its observations to itself, as it was not the one who was adressed.
"Hey, asshole, I'm talkin' to you! Hey, bring me a coffee, dipshit. Get a move on!" The detective raised his voice as Connor gave him one calculating look, as if it were deciding wheter to listen to his orders.
"I'm sorry, but I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson." The android put emphasis on the man's name, and Reed's eyes narrowed with irritation. Trucy could barely supress the growing grin on its face upon hearing the RK800 answer — after all, what it said was a complete lie. The only order Connor obeyed was the one that came from Cyberlife.
"Oh... Oh..." Detective Reed looked back to Officer Chen in disbelief, while gesturing at the two prototypes. She just shurgged and took a sip of the cup of instant coffee, it seemed as if she did not get as offended over such a trivial act as the man. And then he moved his arm backwards, clenched his hands and— drove it straight into the male model's abdomen, where their thirium pump was located, just below the layer of polymer. Connor reached for the area that got hit and fell to the ground, its LED turned crimson.
"When a human gives you an order, you obey. Got it? Stay outta my way.. Next time, you won't get off so easy." Detective Reed slightly bent down to the RK800's level, his words were filled with disgust. The he turned to the female model, and adjusted his voice to a bit less irritated tone. "Alright, maybe you will be more obedient than your... fellow specimen."
[∆] (ACTION) OBEY
[O] REFUSE
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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...
