What Makes Them Human - Detroit: Become Human

Chapter Nineteen - Don't Make a Fucking Sound

He turned out the headlights, following the road. It isn't busy now, in fact it's desolate and bland. Just a long asphalt road leading to, a lighthouse. Well what was once a lighthouse, but now works as an android testing facility/workshop. James didn't realize that was there. He forgot he hadn't actually seen the facility yet.

The building—like most places with lighthouses, is sat beside a large body of water. James can physically see Canada across the river. He stops Hank's car a decent ways away from the facility as he takes a deep breath. Looking in the backseat he finds a hoodie. Must be Hank's. Dark black. He puts it on.

Quietly, James approaches the building. He opts to go into a sort of junkyard part of the building, encased by a shitty chain link fence. A corner is already loose, he bends it and slips past the barrier.

James sees a woman in the distance, she's looking at something in her lap with her back to him. Sitting down she seems unaware that anything's amiss. He sneaks up to her, taking out his knife and holding it to her neck,
"Don't make a fucking sound." He says, the woman gasping in shock before mumbling,
"Easy..."
"You know an android named Connor?"
"Yeah, they just got him." The woman sputters in a panic as James keeps her still with a hand on her shoulder. It's a miracle she does know of him, James isn't sure what he would do if she didn't.

"Where is he?" James all but roars,
"In the left wing of the center." The "center" looks to be massive. The size of a large high school it's almost impressive. But it also means he has more ground to cover. With more people. And more guns.
"Where in the left wing?" James insists,
"The analysis room, he should be in there."

James pauses, his grip on the blade loosening as he envisions just what would be happening to him beyond the door. The woman seized the opportunity, flipping around and swinging a nearby rock. James yelps, a pain burrowing into his arm before he shoves his knife up into the woman's throat.

She drops the rock, holding onto James's wrist before slipping off the blade like dead weight. Blood spilling out of her neck. He groans, looking around before making eye contact with a door leading out to some sort of hallway. This place has security cameras, there's no way it doesn't.

This is some kind of testing room, it's completely wrecked. Maybe this is where they test prototypes? Doesn't matter. Connor. James thinks, he finds a rag on the floor. Some blue paint on one side of it. He wraps it around his face like a bandanna, then he pulls up his hood and he looks like he's about to tell his friend not to come to school tomorrow.

He doesn't care, he sneaks out into the hallway, knife in hand and ready to take out anyone in his way. He wanders down a hall, following various arrows and signage pointing to the left wing.

He's led to a door, opening it he finds himself outside in a courtyard. Across the yard is a door with "left-wing" labeled above it. There are guards all over the yard, behind various structures, and whatever nonsense is around in here. They must be keeping an eye out for deviants.

The modern look is contrasted by the planter boxes all around, making the place look almost overgrown but perfectly tended to. A purposeful overgrowth. James starts to breathe quicker, coming to terms with what he's gonna have to do to get to Connor.

The guards aren't armored very well. They have bulletproof vests and coverings but none of it will protect them from the knife.

James huddles behind a long planter box, sneaking forward—using it as cover. He sees a guard in front of him, blocking the way. Thinking of Connor, James grabs the man. His gun falls to the floor before the brunette shoves his switchblade into the man's uncovered throat. The man gurgles, and James drags his knife through the neck—gouging a hole in it. Blood spills out of the man's neck once he's dropped to the ground.

James picks up a handgun the man dropped. He pulls out the clip. Twelve bullets. There are three guards in front of the Left Wing entrance. James sneaks closer, but he runs into two other guards. "Shit!" He says to himself.

They're facing his direction, he has to take them head-on. With the gun in one hand and his knife in the other, James jumps at them.
"What the fuck!" One of the guards shouts when James grabs them by the neck. Using one as a human shield he shoots the other in the head. Brainmatter blows against the wall behind the shot man.

James then shoots the man he's holding in the head, the inside of his skull spilling out onto his hand and covering his face with blood.
"Fucker!" He growls, slinking back into the shadows. He then sees and picks up one of the guard's shotguns as the three other guards gasp at the shots.
"Ethan?! Anna? You guys okay!?" A guard shouts, the three of them rushing towards the sound of the shots.

James pops out, blowing apart one of their heads. They scream, he shoots a hole through another and then swings the butt of the shotgun into the last guy's head.
"Fuck y—!" The man on the ground starts before James fires another shot at his head. Watching the contents of his head fly across the floor.

With the courtyard cleared, he runs over to the left wing's entrance. He throws the door open, a man meets him right there. James doesn't waste time before immediately jabbing the man in the heart with his knife. He kicks the man onto the ground as three other guards come running in behind him. "There! There!"
"Goddamnit!" James shouts, running down a hall to his right.

The shotgun is empty, he takes out the handgun and keeps moving. The three guards are audibly chasing behind him when he turns a corner, waiting there. The guards come running by when James jumps out, grabbing one of them and holding him in front of his body.

He shoots one of them in the head as the other flips around and shoots wildly, killing the hostage. "Adam!" The guard screams as James shoves the dead weight onto the other man. The dead weight knocks him to the floor when James shoots him in the head once.

He looks down the hall to his left and sees the sign. Analysis. He immediately breaks into a sprint to the room, bursting open the door so hard it about flies off its hinges.

Connor is laid down on a table of sorts, his shirt unbuttoned and four people sit around him with tools.
"What the hell?!" One of them shouts, and James points his gun at the strangers.
"Back the fuck up!" He demands, the four of them immediately putting their hands up. They take quick backward steps against the wall.

He walks up to Connor, looking at him worriedly. "What'd you do to him?!" He shouts.
"W-we didn't do anything." One of the four strangers stutters, James walks over and grabs the stranger by his man bun. Pulling him over he throws the man against the table.
"Fix him," James demands, the gun still held firmly at the stranger in front of him.
"How do I know you won't kill us...?"
"If you don't fix him right now I'm gonna start killing the others. One by one."

That earns a collective scream from the others, he wouldn't actually do it. At least he doesn't think he would. "Fucking fix him!" He screams at the stranger. The man immediately starts tinkering on Connor's chest.

He opens his chest plate, plugging in a few wires. He then walks over to Connor's head, unplugging a cord from him. The man then does something behind his ear that makes Connor blink.

The android scowls, grabbing the man by his shirt and punching him hard enough that his teeth go flying across the room.
"You three! Get the fuck out of here." James demands the other strangers, and without hesitation they all scatter out into the hall.
"James?" Connor asks, getting off the table and running up to his partner.
"Connor..." the bloodied brunette smiles, embracing Connor happily.

"Are you okay to run?" James asks, holding Connor's face in his hands.
"There's boats beside the lighthouse, I heard them talk about it."
"Then let's go." The two burst out the door to the room, the halls are empty. The place must have been evacuated, and they don't hear police sirens.

They follow the halls, specifically the exit signs that point, and point, and point until they end at the actual exit. They open the latched door, finding a set of wet concrete stairs leading down to the shoreline of the river. And some shitty motorboats.
"I'll drive," Connor says, hopping inside the boat as James sits in front of him.

As the rain begins to pour, they push off into the river. James takes off his face covering, looking at the water as he takes a deep breath.