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ONE- >[𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠] 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞...

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AT THIS EARLY hour the airport is as serene as it ever is. The people move with ease, quiet rivers of humanity freshly roused from their slumber. The floors are clean and white, reflecting the early rays and the manmade light the same.

Jet lag was a sort of elevated sleep deprivation, tiredness yet with the excitement of landing somewhere new. Jacob made his way sluggishly out of Detroit's airport. His steps heavy as his boots dragged across the snow. Tiredness was displayed across his face, in the way his eyes sagged and threatened to become one with the dark circles under his lids. Yet, excitement was rather thrown out the window.  His lips weighed down with an irate scowl, his hand furiously rubbing at his whitening beard, and his fingers relentlessly picked at the edge of the camouflage sleeve of his uniform.

"Fucking A" The older Anderson grumbled, his squirming coming to a rest to glower at the android beside him.

"Stop fussing, will you." he groaned, sharply grasping his partner's forearm to stop the bullet from spinning around her fingers. "You going to give me a headache."

"Sorry, Commander." Nova smiled sheepishly. Swiftly tucking the copper bullet into the many pockets of her uniform. Nova couldn't quite pinpoint exactly where in her programming required a bullet in the colour of copper to calm the frantic of her processers. Perhaps it wasn't a matter of programming at all, rather a symbol of rebellion that had planted itself like a seed within her system long before she was Deviant.

The idea made her hold back a small smile, The eldest Anderson only grunting in response, his blue eyes narrowing further as he scrutinized the android when she cast a steady glance around her environment. Posture stiff, as she continued to gaze at the new surroundings with both her arms now by her sides.

"No ones is going to hurt you, you know?" the Anderson stated. His stare entertained itself elsewhere before the android caught him looking.

Dark, inquisitive eyes charred the side of Jacobs's head, the perfect shade of pink that was her lips,  narrowly pursing at the statement.

The longer she observed the side of his bearded cheek, The echo of firearm rattled her system, the loud wail of a scream tearing the way through her ears.

"It is not me I am worried about, commander" she hummed, her purple LED flickering red if only for a moment. Her eyes continued their analysis, First names, last names, birthdays and educations all flying in her line of vision, quickly disregarding anything not of importance.

The Anderson chose not to respond and instead started slowly picking at his sleeves again.

"They say they had a whole ass android revelation down here," Jacob started, his hands numbly gesturing around Detroit. His eyes fell back onto her face, curiously watching the way she noticeably furrowed her brow, her chocolate eyes full of warmth snapping up to meet his blue.