oblivion [d:bh]

one

[lowercase intended]

february 17, 2039

conan's fingers tapped against the hard material of his desk, making that staccato sound he had grown to enjoy. his icy blue eyes were staring at his monitor's screen, reading over the case file that had been emailed to him. a homocide, like always. it didn't bother him that much, though, all he needed to worry about was if he found the culprit. and because of this, he analyzed all the extra information and photos, his middle finger moving up and down on the scroller of his mouse.

swiveling around in his chair, he turned to the lieutenant's desk, narrowing his eyes. aleesha sympathy was her name, and she was who he was assigned to. she was holding a photo frame, her knuckles white as she gripped it. she needed to stop looking at the photo, it was destroying her from the inside.

conan knew nothing about rk800 and sympathy's connection with the former lieutenant, rather, he knew that he had committed suicide. he also knew that there were now thousands of deviants roaming freely around the city, the effect of a successful revolution. even though most humans started to realize that they'd have to learn to live with them, others were still against them. captain fowler, being one of those people, ordered to have more androids (who were promised to not turn deviant, and that seemed to be true so far) on the team. so, here he was. sitting with the lieutenant, who obviously dispised him. it was clear that she was for the deviants, but she was working with him- a deviant hunter. maybe she was working here because it was her only source of income?

conan was snapped out of his thoughts as sympathy put the frame down, standing from her chair with a sigh. that was all he really heard from her these days, as she didn't want to speak unless absolutely necessary. her throat was probably wrecked from all the crying, anyways. she had to live with the fact that rk800 was gone, and that he was deactivated only a few days prior. along with the death of hank, he could tell that she just wanted to drink her life away as the former lieutenant once had.

conan watched as she grabbed a jacket and her gun, sauntering out of the dpd doors and into the cold weather. he shook his head, turning off his monitor before getting up and stepping forward, and then forward again. much to sympathy's dismay, he had followed. he was assigned to her, after all.

the android made sure to grab a gun on his way out, slipping it into his back pocket as he paced his way to her car.

"have you memorized the address?" he asked, eventually making his way in front of her. this was his way of asking 'who's driving?', since he had already memorized the address and wasn't sure if she had.

all he got was a shrug in response, and she made her way over to the driver's side door. he took the gesture as a yes, hopping into the passengers side himself. he turned to face her, raising an eyebrow.

"do you have the case file with you? do i need to grab it?" he asked, tilting his head slightly in question. she seemed annoyed at something. tired, maybe? he couldn't quite understand what was wrong, unless it was the chain of events prior that had caused it. yet, conan didn't say anything, his hands laid in his lap as he waited for an answer.

she inhaled and exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"you're seriously ticking me off. i got it," she snapped, and conan adverted his gaze to the window. he decided that it was best to not pressure her with questions, instead shutting his mouth and furrowing his eyebrows. he was more than capable of solving this case by himself, whether that meant dragging sympathy along or not. though, a negative connection with the lieutenant would do nothing to aid the investigation.