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My name is Connor!

Pls tell me y'all are educated and get the reference.

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The lamp on Fowler's desk buzzes with electric pulse, your foot tapping to an internal rhythm one, two, three, four times, over and again, itching to stretch your legs, move, do something.

Action. That's what you're itching for.

"First responders and the forensics team are already on scene, and so is Collins. But for some reason, my Lieutenant in charge of overseeing these homicides is nowhere to be found!" he booms. The faint outline of a vein pops just above the Captain's temple, a tell tale to just how teeth grinding Hank's absence is.

"He won't respond to my calls, Sir. I can go look for him if yo–"

"Don't bother, I want you on scene at the house yesterday," he dismisses. Fowler refuses to so much as look your way, instead angrily scrolling away on his terminal. Damn prick. Any surplus of stress would implode the poor mouse within his iron grip. "Get the android to do it and get on your way."

Your foot pauses on the third tap. "The android?"

His deep, ever-present frown –much like that of an ired Persian cat's– never wavers as he carelessly tosses an arm in the direction of your desk. You look over to see an android snooping around, sharp eyes brushing over every plant, picture, and miscellaneous object that held some trace of you.

Oh.

"Following new protocol, CyberLife has provided a prototype model android to assist in your investigative work regarding this case. I'd have given you warning if it weren't for the abrupt nature of the situation, he was supposed to be introduced at a later time."

A detective android... "The Lieutenant won't like it," you note.

Fowler's shoulders heave with a sigh, as if trying to exhale over twenty years' worth of migraines and stress. "Well if Hank has a problem, he can take it up with him and the assholes who sent it," jabbing an accusatory finger at the oblivious android still snooping through your belongings. "Have it track down that good-for-nothing sonofabitch and meet them at the crime scene – it'll know what to do, it's designed for this kind of crap. Now get out of my office."

"Yes, sir."

You waste no time leaving the glass enclosure, relishing in the relief of finally burning away some energy in your brisk walk to your desk.

Hearing your footsteps, the mystery android finally looks up from your station, giving you a onceover before straightening his posture and tucking his arms behind his back.

"Hello, my name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife."

He unexpectedly flashes you with what you believed to be his weak attempt at a half-assed smile, stepping aside as you reach over your chair to the small hook storing your coat. "I needed to speak with Lieutenant Anderson, but I was told he is not here and was directed to you instead. You are his partner, correct?" the android asks, your last name rolling off his tongue after "Officer."

"Yeah, that's me," you reply, tugging your arms through the sleeves of your coat. In your haste to bundle up, you take the chance to properly examine Connor. His brunette hair was pushed back to near perfection, save for the small cowlick kissing his brow. His dark eyes reflected the same brown of his hair, a balanced contrast against the more gentle features of his face.

Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect posture, and the gentle touch of human error here and there to relieve the uncanny effect of his design. Definitely an android.

"Then perhaps you can assist me..."

You raise a hand to politely interrupt him, finally turning to properly address him. "Actually, it's the other way around," you dryly huffed. "I need your assistance, first." Connor's face gives you no insight into the android's mind, but your eyes don't miss the slight cock of his head –a mechanic or his own personalized habit?– as he waits for you to continue. "The Lieutenant's presence is required at the scene but no one is able to reach him. Fowler is not happy. I need you to go out and look for him, probably at some bar, and meet me at the house. Can you do that?"

Connor's LED whirls as he processes his newly given orders before giving a curt nod. "Very well, I will go look for him. I will start with the nearest bars and work my way out."

Zipping up your black coat, you tuck some stray hairs tickling you behind your ears. "Thank you, I need to get going."

Rushing away to the front doors, you recall where you'd seen him before.

RK800, the prototype android sent to negotiate with that deviant on the news all those months ago. Yes, you remember it clearly now. You were at home watching the Detroit Basketball game when the match was interrupted by the live broadcast of a PL600, whom you later had learned was named Daniel, standing on the lip of a building, a gun trained to the head of a little girl in his arms. Immediately after stepping out, a bullet had sniped Connor's left arm, Thirium splattered across the pristine windows. Despite the gravity of the situation, Connor had sent a helicopter away, talking the deviant down from the edge and in result releasing the hostage, Emma. Men from the SWAT team wasted no time in rushing out to retrieve the child, shielding her from the confrontation. Daniel, on the other hand, was not welcomed with such open arms and instead assaulted by snipers on the surrounding rooftops. Hank was most certainly not pleased to have had his game interrupted by–

As you maneuver between the aisles of desks, you're paused by the remembrance of who exactly you're sending an android after. Stuttering in your furious pace, you turn back to Connor. "Uh, you may want to be a bit cautious in approaching the Lieutenant. He's not very fond of androids and he can be a real hard-ass sometimes."

He offers his awkward smile (if you could even call it that) once again. "Duly noted."

And with that, you march out of the office with your own order to carry out. Carlos Ortiz, you review. Let's hope that android can get Hank off his ass and do his job for once in a lifetime...

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I hope the writing made sense, I'm actually trying to mess around with a different style. This chapter was lowkey boring and short(ish) ngl, but alas the buildup is necessary. I am most definitely going to enjoy writing Connor's relationship with Hank and the reader's own as well haha.