Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Fifty-Seven

Having effectively cleaned out the warehouse of the androids, you focused instead on the other filing cabinets in the large room. After a few minutes of more pointless searching, a hand laid on your shoulder. "If there's something you're searching for, I can locate it for you," came Connor's voice.

Shutting the drawer with your hip, you let out an exasperated huff. "I guess that makes more sense. Okay. I need anything that would help me repair your model type affected by a virus. Also an external hard drive so I can access your data." Then you paused. "... please."

The "magic word" made him smile a little. "Those I can retrieve. Would you prefer a more advanced desktop to work on?"

You nodded but waved a hand. "Yes, but I can find one of those while you're busy. Thanks, though."

The new Connor nodded, turned to leave, then looked back towards you. "Your employee profile says that you abandoned your position, but it does not say why."

Cupping your elbows, you shrugged. "I had to leave. The company was headed in the wrong direction, and I didn't want to be experimenting on someone who hadn't consented first."

You were stared at until you felt properly creeped out again. Then the android left, making a beeline out of the room.

"Great, now that that's gone, can we get the fuck out of here?" Reed still looked uncomfortable despite the lack of RK800 models.

"No. Not yet. He's going to get me the stuff we were searching for, and also an external hard drive." You began to leave the storage room, with Hank following.

"What the hell is an external hard drive?!" Gavin exclaimed, having to catch up to the two of you. "I don't know shit about fuck with computers!"

"Really? I didn't notice." Tone clipped, you led the males across the hall; the door only labeled it as one lab of many, but it had the computer you'd need. You sat at one of the desks while the detective paced, still annoyed.

"Reed, sit the fuck down. You're making the rest of us anxious," Hank grumbled, arms crossing as he leaned against your desk. "Look, there's not a lot we can do, all right? We just gotta wait. We don't have a lot of time, but we--"

Even multiple floors up, the explosions were heard and felt. The shaking was minor, but the lieutenant took your shoulder to steady you anyway. "... I think we don't have any time left," you managed, voice faint. "Were those...?"

"Grenades. Fucking... shit!!" Reed groaned, hands in his hair. "We gotta stop that bastard. I don't know what else he took, but there were a lot of explosives in the precinct."

Eyes narrowed, Hank focused on the detective. "And how did he get access to the armory, Reed? Hmm? His card's permissions were removed long before this shitshow started. At his request. Said he didn't need all that crap." Taking slow steps, he advanced on Gavin. "You said you managed to escape him. Didn't tell us how, did you? Glossed over that detail. Weird." Snatching the other by the collar, Hank looked one second away from throwing him out the window. "Did you or did you not give him your fucking card?!"

"I didn't have a fucking choice! If he killed me, he'd have taken the thing anyways! I got out so I could fucking find you, damn it!" As much as he squirmed, he couldn't seem to break free.

"You haven't done a goddamn thing besides run your fucking mouth since you showed up! This isn't a fucking game, Reed; we're going to fix Connor whether you like it or not!" Hank pushed the detective aside, sending him crashing into a table and knocking a computer over. "You wanna help, then fucking help."

Realizing that he was probably letting out his frustration on Reed, you got up to take Hank's arm. "Hank, breathe. Please. We need to get out of here, I don't think I have the time to work on something while he's... loose." You hated that word, as though your boyfriend were just a rabid animal... but it was close to the truth. "If he wants me back, then I have no choice. I don't know if it'll--"

"Are you fucking insane?! You don't know what he'll do!"

"The city will get fucking demolished if I don't! You said it yourself, I'm the least likely target. If I'm there, I might be able to calm him down enough to start treating him." Eyes closing, you could feel the icy grip of fear wrapping around your throat. "Staying away was a mistake. Hindsight is always 20/20 but whatever, we have no time left." You headed for the door, calling out as loudly as you could. "CONNOR!!"

His head popped out from a nearby room. "I've found a hard drive suitable for--"

"There's no time. Thank you, though." You hurried over, the lieutenant and useless detective following. "I have a couple of requests, and I'm begging you to help." When he nodded, you swallowed. "First, can you pinpoint the infected model's location?"

Connor nodded, paused... but furrowed his eyebrows. Why was there...? "The park on 82nd Avenue."

"Okay. And second, I need you to please take that hard drive and find Elijah Kamski. He lives on the outskirts of the city. Bring the drive and tell him I need a program to force a factory reset, and to put it on something small so I can plug it in easily." Then you looked around a bit, patting your jeans and realizing you were female and pockets were still hard to come by. "... Hank, do you have any change?"

Your question was severely out of the blue, but he pulled out a handful from his jacket. "What the hell is this for?"

You plucked two nickels and handed them to the android. "Tell Elijah I sent you and give him these. He'll know what they mean, so he knows you're with me."

The coins were looked over but pocketed, the hard drive tucked into his coat's inner pocket, and with a nod Connor sped off, out of the building.

"Soooooo..." the lieutenant raised an eyebrow. "What do they mean?"

The three of you also made your way out of the facility, Reed surprisingly quiet in a sullen way. He'd been reprimanded effectively, it seemed. "If he had a nickel for every time I kicked him out, he'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice," you explained. "We need to get to the park."

In the distance, more explosions, making you bite your lip as it started shaking. "If there's anything left of it," Hank added. "Get in, we need to hurry."