Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Fifty-Three

The building was massive, so having even the elevators labeled was a big help. But the floor you needed was lower than you'd have liked. The levels below the ground usually housed some serious shit. You'd never gone down to look for yourself, but the talk amongst the employees was that things literally started from the bottom. Most of the heavy machinery was below, the production line that had assembled androids en masse. Then data storage and programming, etc.

You needed all the info on Connor that you could, but if it wasn't in one of the lower levels, it was probably much higher, with the other highly-sensitive information.

Stepping out of the elevator didn't reveal that you were underground. It was still as pristine as ever. Wandering the hall, you glanced at the signs for each door, but none of them seemed to have what you needed. With a sigh, you returned to the elevator.

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Honestly, if he never had to set foot in CyberLife again, that would be just fine. Once was enough, having to kill his partner's replica. Yet life had a real funny way of handing him more shit to deal with. As Hank headed for his car, his phone rang again. Expecting you, despite the burner phone, the number wasn't what he was expecting. "Yeah, what is it? ...... So? I don't give a fu--.... what? He what?! What the fuck do you mean they're--...." Heaving a sigh, the lieutenant shut his eyes. "Then why are you calling me? ...... right. Sure. ....... honestly, that's not up to me. I'm on my way to figure out how to stop this fucking train wreck, but it's not in my hands. If you wanna pitch in, I'll let her make that decision. ..... too fuckin' bad, she's the only way he'll stop. So if you're so goddamn adamant on helping, get to CyberLife."

Grumbling under his breath, Hank sped his way to the facility, throwing his car into park and feeling mildly surprised to see he'd been beaten there. He crossed his arms as Reed approached him. "So, why here?"

"Gee, I don't fuckin' know. We're dealing with an android, so how the fuck do we stop it? For fuck's sake, he always said he's the android sent by CyberLife. If there's anything to stop him, it's in here."

Gavin had to trot to catch up as Hank stormed towards the entrance. "I'm not an idiot, I wanted to know why we're fucking here. We don't have access."

"We don't. She does." The entrance doors opened to let the two inside, blinding them with the pristine white. Hank didn't even know where to start looking, but he saw an elevator arriving. So as soon as it stopped, the doors opening, he cupped his hands to shout for you.

He wasn't surprised when your head popped up over the half-wall. "Hank, what the hell?!" you called down. "Why'd you--....."

You'd seen Reed. Or at least who you assumed was him; the face was so damaged. You made a wave of your arm, gesturing to the pair so they could come up to your level.

The closer they approached, the worse the damage seemed. You spoke before you could stop yourself. "Jesus, I am so sorry."

Gavin waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever. Can we move on? Please?" When you crossed your arms he groaned. "Look, I get it. I'm an asshole, I know, I'm sorry, but I'm also a goddamn detective. And I still have a fucking responsibility to the city. I don't care if you don't like me, I'm here to get that android stopped before he does any more damage."

Damage. Visibly alarmed, you shifted on your feet, arms uncrossing. "What do you mean, damage? What's Connor done?"

The men paused, but Reed answered. "... he slaughtered everyone inside the precinct. Don't ask me how I got out, but I wouldn't have been able to stop him. Yeah, I shot your man, but... fuck, the bullet just fell to the ground. Didn't even make him flinch." His eyes watched you carefully. "So as a former CyberLife employee, where in this massive labyrinth can we find something to stop him?"

You still didn't know how to feel about the situation, with the uneasy trio. You shot a look at Hank, who just lifted his hands to say that you had the power. So with careful steps you approached the detective, eyeing him in all his beaten glory. "... Detective, I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. However. If you're telling me the truth, and you want to stop him to protect the city... I have conditions."

"Ugh, fine."

"Okay, one, give me shit like that and you'll find out why my access to this place is dangerous." Reed just nodded. "Two, if I hear you berating Connor for anything outside of what he's done because of the virus, I'm kicking you in the sack." Ouch. "And three, do NOT damage him. Nothing. Got it? There's more than one way to shut a computer down, and he's the last of the RK800 model. Damage him even the slightest bit and I'll turn your fucking decapitated head into an automated sewage analysis machine."

"Yeah, okay, hey babe? Less talking, more finding solutions. Okay?"

Hank just laughed when Reed collapsed, hands between his legs, having fallen victim to a kick in the nuts.

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There was no living thing left behind as Connor left the precinct. Since he had no fingerprints, had no traces on his body, and the cameras were disconnected, he would never have been a suspect.

A black bag in his grasp, he carried it with him as he went over his options. He needed to get you back, but since you'd demanded that he not look for you... he would have to ask the rest of the city to do it for him.

Your android slowly lifted his gaze, to one very, very tall building, and another piece fell into place.

Bag in hand, your bodyguard headed inside, knowing that things were set in motion that couldn't be stopped. But he approached the reception desk, smiling at the android greeting him, and explained himself after a swift scan of the desk. "I'm sorry for my late arrival. I'm here to repair the control panel for the broadcasts. I was informed that the signal is unreliable, so I came as quickly as I could."

On the desk was a call log, one entry made to a repair company for that very reason. The receptionist nodded, handed him a badge for access, and directed him towards a security gate. "They'll check your bag. Thank you."

Connor's telltale gray jacket was stuffed inside the bag, so he looked more casual but still professional. The security gate, however, he needed to take care of. A hand lay casually on it as it tried to scan his bag, but the android hacked the thing to just grant him entry. Now that there was little in his way, he used the elevator to reach where broadcasts were done. If there really was an issue with the signal, it didn't matter. He would get his point across.

He was well aware of the mild irony. Androids had infiltrated the Stratford Tower once before to send a message. Now the RK800 had a similar mission... but the message would be vastly different.

Once inside the broadcast control room, almost everyone was killed after the cameras were destroyed. The only one left alive was the poor sap behind the controls, terrified at having a gun pointed at him. "Set up an emergency broadcast to the city. Every station, I do not care what you interrupt." The sap didn't move. "You will comply or you will have a bullet between your eyes. Make your choice."

That snapped him out of his frozen state, pushing buttons and other options to get this sudden broadcast up and running. He nodded, aware of the gun even as Connor put it back in its holster. "G-g-go ahead, s-sir..."

His jacket was pulled back on before the green light was lit. When it was, he stared. Every single device capable of broadcasting was showing the RK800 in all his barely-contained rage.

"Hello, my name is Connor, the android sent to give the city of Detroit a message. The message is simple: you have twenty-four hours to meet my single request, to return what belongs to me. If this request goes unanswered, I will have to retaliate. Every single electronic device within the city limits should now be showing a timer. When that timer reaches zero, the device will explode. Shutting it off will not stop the countdown. The police are of no help to you, they are incapacitated.

And... if you are hearing this, love... You need me."