2038: Vincent

First Mission

That evening, I decided to finally change into some clothes. I opened a dresser in my room to see it was fully stocked with boys' and girls' clothes. Vincent was really waiting for a human– or in his words, a lieutenant. I've told him he can call me Elias, but he doesn't listen. I dress in some casual jeans and a gray t-shirt, along with my own shoes I put in the closet as well as a hoodie with the words "Detroit Police" embroidered into the front. Vincent waited at the front door, fixing the old rusty knob that squealed everytime it was turned. He spun around to me about to sit in the stool and wait for him to finish.

"Oh, hello, lieutenant." He smiled, holding a screwdriver like a knife in his hand.

"You can call me Elias, y'know." I laugh, focusing on the screwdriver.

"It's late to be awake. Are you hungry?"

"No, I just needed someone to talk to, I guess."

Vincent's light went yellow. "About?"

"The mission." I lowered my tone this time, in case any of those deviants were to be secretly eavesdropping. Then his light went back to blue.

"I guess we could go to the headquarters now and assign one." Vincent put the screwdriver on the kitchen counter, and I got up eagerly to go with him.

"You want the gun now too?" I thought for a second, then told myself I couldn't leave him to be killed by a deviant.

"Yes." I replied, and followed him back to his room where he took it out from the drawer, and handed it to me.

"There you are, lieu- I mean, Elias." Vincent corrected himself for the first time, and I brightened up. I tucked it in my waistband like Vincent showed me how it was earlier, then we went to the garage with a nice black car parked in. He got in the drivers' side and I went around to the passenger. The garage opened suddenly, and we were off down the road to the headquarters where we met. He parked about a block from the building, and got out. We got inside, and the entrance blew my face with AC like it did the first time, only my head didn't scream at me in agony. We walked around the back way until we were at a double desk with file cabinets everywhere. Vincent opened one and skimmed through the files, then pulled one out with the name "Thomas" on it.

"This deviant here," He said. "Wanted for murder of four civilians, and car jacking someone's car to escape police." My mouth opened in shock; he really had something going on.

"Where was he last located?" I reached my neck over to get a better look at the files.

"It says Fine's Bar. He's probably hiding there, or pretending to be a worker."

"Let's go!" I stood up, the chair I was sitting in pushed back and rolled into the desk behind mine. A few papers flew off of the edge, but nobody seemed to notice. We quickly walked to the car, and started to drive around the street the bar was on. Finally, we decided to just go into the bar and look there. Vincent parked the car, and we walked to the door. A poster was taped to the front saying "No Androids Allowed," and I looked at Vincent.

"I need you to go in."

"I'm underage."

"It won't matter, the hoodie will tell them you're in the police department, therefore, you aren't." I sighed, then grabbed the door handle and stepped in. My stomach churned from being in a bar when I was only sixteen, afraid of being caught. I walked up to the bartender, who was mindlessly serving drinks across the counter like Vincent. He stopped to listen to my question about Thomas.

"Is there a Thomas here?" I asked. The bartender looked around at the tables, then peeked around the wall to the staff lounge.

"No, but we had to kick an android out earlier with the name Thomas. Did ya read the sign?" I nodded, then placed my hands on the counter.

"Do you know where he could've gone?"

"There's a bar downtown that allows androids." He traced the counter with his index finger like a map, then I nodded, and bursted out the door barely saying "thank you" on my way out. I caught Vincent by the arm, and started dragging him to the car.

"Downtown bar; the one that allows androids." I slammed the passenger door, and Vincent stepped on the gas, sending the car flying down the road. We arrived right before it closed; but little time to spare at all. I got ready to place my hand on my gun, and Vincent copied my movements. He stepped in first probably trying to protect me which was sad.

"Detroit Police!" He yelled at the bartender, innocently serving drinks to people. Everyone covered their heads or put their hands up in surrender. We both scanned the area, but finally asked the bartender.

"Is there a Thomas here?" Vincent holstered his gun at the bartender, who pointed to the back. Vincent and I both looked at each other and then finally ran down to the staff room where a drunk deviant sat on a box, holding a dice block. I kept my hand on my gun, trying not to make it obvious, and Vincent still stood protective in front of me.

"H-hello?" Thomas slurred out, looking at Vincent.

"Come with us, Thomas. Now." Vincent switched hands with the gun he held, and tried to grab Thomas up from the box. Thomas' eyes widened, and he kicked Vincent in the leg, having him fall. I pulled out my revolver and shot Thomas straight in the head– blue blood spilled out of his forehead instead of red. My eyes widened with his as he fell backwards onto a shelf, splitting his head open more. He coughed a few times, then slowly shut his eyes. Vincent stood up, only with a sore knee. He brushed himself off, and then turned to me; wide eyed, mouth open, and I couldn't tell if I was traumatized or shocked by the fact Thomas had blue blood.

"Nice shot, Elias." He smiled.

"He has blue blood..." I stuttered, holstering my gun back into my belt.

"Oh, yes. Us androids have blue blood instead of red. It takes a while for newcomers of the cyberlife to get used to." Vincent picked up his gun from the floor and holstered it as well. We headed out without another incident, and headed back home. After that, I put my gun on my dresser and changed into some comfy clothing, but still stayed in the hoodie I wore. I was so exhausted from the mission, I forgot to turn my light out, but later that night, I think Vincent came in and took care of it for me.