Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Fifty-Two

The route back to CyberLife was dim, only lit by an occasional bulb as you ran. The tunnel had originally been part of someone else's shelter for the apocalypse. But you'd had it extended when you moved in, and made plenty of modifications to boot.

Shit. I forgot how far the property was.

CyberLife had not disappeared completely; the facility still stood, but it had become more of a warehouse with hundreds of abandoned offices. Your old lab had, of course, been cleaned out, but there were plenty left if you needed something.

Though all of the equipment and tools that remained weren't your top priority.

Your pace went back and forth like a teenage driver learning stick shift. Android leg or not, that didn't mean you would be able to run forever. Lungs burning, you had to walk the rest of the way, now that the bright white doors were visible.

The access card for employees was in your backpack, and you weren't surprised when it let you in. The company had not shut down properly, since there were still so many assets that could be used. The employees simply walked away without caring.

Doors sliding apart, the empty hallway was brightly lit but no less eerie. You'd quit two years ago, but seeing CyberLife devoid of beings felt surreal.

There might have been a few people scattered, but you didn't see any as you stepped into the central elevator. Your body was used to pressing the button for your floor, so you had to focus and push another. The one that housed all of the data and background for androids.

Especially their beloved prototypes.

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If someone were to casually look down the street, seeing a charging android might have been a little concerning. But now that they'd gained their sentience, the fear of deviants had fallen apart.

Except when said android vaulted over moving cars without stumbling, and never looked back even as the vehicle screeched to a stop.

[Don't look for her. Somewhere I will never think to look.

... if she will not allow me to find her, she'll come to me. I'll force her out of hiding. I cannot look for you, but the rest of Detroit can.

They will deliver you to me personally.]

Connor finally slowed to an acceptable pace once he'd reached the heart of the city. Hands in his pockets, the plan fell into place almost too easily.

The precinct came into view soon enough, and your boyfriend smiled, a gesture that didn't reach his eyes.

Before he could ask for you to come out, he had to be certain he could work without any interruptions.

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The precinct was a decently-sized building; several floors but not unmanageable. With a benign expression, Connor strolled right through the security gate, even acknowledging those that greeted him.

A quick scan showed that Hank was not present. Neither was the Captain. As for Reed, he meant less to your android than the excrement Sumo left behind. Still, the other detective wasn't present, which was a bit of a shame.

Connor walked by everyone, heading upstairs to the top floor. Surveillance cameras were controlled at the top, and he couldn't have those watching.

[Bullets are too loud. A simple neck break will work for a human, but androids won't shut down with something so easy. Bullets may be my only other option.]

He lingered outside the door to the surveillance room. His gun was put away properly, as it should be, but it didn't matter: those that watched the cameras were all human.

Opening the door silently, your android took each step with caution, seeing the three humans spaced out, their eyes too focused on the wall of screens in front of them.

Within thirty seconds all of them were left dead in their chairs, slouched over with their heads at impossible angles. Not a sound had been made.

While he'd never personally seen the controls, hacking in and disconnecting the cameras was simple. The alarm was disabled, and the wall of screens went black. He left the room and shut the door behind him before making his way down a level.

By the time he'd reached the ground floor, no one was the wiser. He'd not made a sound, and there was nothing in the way of blood or other evidence to suggest what had happened.

Though he had to make a detour before finishing the job. Connor slipped towards the back, needing access to the precinct's armory. His card, however, didn't seem to give him that permission.

[This is unusual...]

Footsteps approaching made him frown, tucking the card away and turning to find Reed, of all people. His face was still a mess, but Connor couldn't seem to find any sort of fuck to give. "Detective, I need your access card."

"Do you, now?" Gavin rocked back and forth on his feet. "Heard you got cured. Computer virus."

"Access card, Reed."

"You've got balls, I'll tell you that. But I think I've reached that point where I just don't fucking care, scrap heap."

The gun was pressed between the human's eyes. "Card. Now."

Reed didn't flinch, though he did stand still. "Are you gonna fucking shoot me in front of everyone?"

Connor seemed to hesitate, but grinned. "Cameras are disconnected. I have an important job to do, Reed. Whether you walk away with what's left of your face still intact, or you join the rest upstairs is entirely your choice."

Upstairs? Cameras disconnected? Now he was genuinely concerned. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Access card or rotting corpse. Your choice."

He'd killed everyone upstairs, he was positive. But the behavior was so out of character that Gavin just didn't know how to react to it. Deviants had never been this... murderous. So what the fuck was wrong with this one? Before he could honestly stop himself, he reached into his coat's inner pocket and flung the card towards the android.

"Your very first sign of intelligence. Now I wonder just how quickly you can run in ten seconds while I contemplate what I need." The card was picked up and promptly used to open the armory door.

As soon as Connor walked in, all Reed could do was get the hell out. On one hand it might have been selfish, but on the other he had that sinking feeling that he needed to stop a greater problem. The precinct was doomed, but the RK800 would walk away without a scratch and go about his business.

Asshole or not, Gavin Reed was still a damn good detective. And he needed to stop what felt like a nuclear bomb about to fall. He hated the concept of sacrificing a few to save more, but he needed to do his damnedest to stop Connor before the entire city was destroyed.

The lieutenant wasn't there that day, so that was where Reed drove off to. Hank knew the android well; he'd need him on his side.

The panic lay in what the RK800 had access to now. Reed immediately hated himself for handing over the access card, but again... many over few. The armory didn't hold just guns, though there were plenty of powerful ones to choose from.

But there were also grenades.