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As you step into the station's lobby, the sweet and lanky receptionist smiles at you. Twenty-six years old, most likely single based on the story she shared two days ago about her recent breakup. You've grown used to her since your transfer ━ she's probably the first person to talk to you on your first day.
"There's pizza inside," she says, hand lifting to show you evidence of the cheesy delight. "You should get yourself a slice before the guys eat all of them."
"Thanks. Looks yummy," Polite smile, head nods. Unfortunately, you don't remember her name beyond the first syllable. Asking now, after all this time, might offend her, so you make a mental note to discreetly ask the other receptionist later ━ an android. They don't snitch, after all.
As you walk to your desk, your eyes briefly scan the station. There are several desks scattered about occupied by officers buried in paperwork. A few are glued to their computers while others talk quietly among themselves. Some are playing cards or assessing dispatch calls. In one corner, two police androids converse in low tones.
You haven't had much of a chance to chat with your colleagues. On your first day, Captain Fowler had announced from the stairs leading up to his office: "Meet our newest detective and transfer to the homicide division." and then barked at everyone to get back to their work without even giving you a chance to say hello.
With a sigh, you plop down into your swivel chair. The terminal hums as you turn it on, the monitor casting a soft glow across your face. No real case assignments yet, so you resign yourself to waiting.
You were about to read some files on unsolved crimes over the past few months when a gruff, husky voice cuts through the quiet. Two men have arrived at a nearby desk. "Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse, the fuckin' media got their hands on this case. We're getting nowhere. I can't believe this shit!"
"I can revisit the crime scene tomorrow, Lieutenant." The six foot tall android sits on the desk, his back facing you. He must be proud of being an android, still wearing his Cyberlife uniform. His suit jacket and tie adds to his sophisticated aura after all. On his broad back is a glowing triangle, model RK800, 'ANDROID' with the words 'Made in Detroit' written underneath.
His silver-haired partner on the other hand has a scowl on his face, arms crossed. "Officers already went over it with a fine tooth comb. Ain't nothin' else to find there."
Lieutenant Anderson, you've met him a few years ago when LAPD and DPD collaborated for a joint investigation into sex trafficking. You didn't expect to be working with a seasoned cop again and his robocop partner so soon.
When his eyes meet yours, you stiffen.
"Oh, right," He vaguely gestures with his hand and the android turns his head to your direction. "Connor, you were out when it was announced, but she's the new detective."
