It's been two hours, trying to make the deviant talk, Lieutenant Anderson trying to get a reaction from the deviant, but he does not move.
-"Say something, goddammit!" He hits the table.
No reaction.
-"Fuck it, I'm outta here..." He said, leaving the room.
-"We waste our time with that, we're gettin' nothing out of it!"
-"'Could always try roughing it up a little." says Detective Reed. "After all, it's not human...".
-" Androids don't fell pain." Connor replied. " You would only damage it and that wouldn't make it talk."
-" Deviants also have a tendency to sef-destruct when they're in stressful situations." I said.
-" Okay, beautiful. What should we do then?" Say Detective Reed, with a sarcastic smile.
-" Well... I could try questioning it...."
He laughs mockingly, which annoys me a lot, I can not bear mockery.
-"I do not see what is funny detective, I work with androids, I think to be well placed to try to make it spoken." I said, with frowning eyebrows, and a tone of anger in my voice.
-"What do we have to lose?" Said Lieutenant. "Go ahead Myers, suspect's all yours."
-" Thank you lieutenant".
I go to the door, then I feel a hand resting on my shoulder.
- "I'm coming with you," Connor tells me. I felt my cheeks warm at this touch.
- "N ... No, I can do it alone, thank you Connor."
- "Sorry, but I insist, deviants are irrational, I have to make sure you're safe."
After thinking, Connor could be useful, he could probe the memory of the deviant if it becomes complicated.
-"Okay, Connor."
My heart was beating fast, I look away from him, trying to hide my blush on the cheeks.
As we enter the interrogation room, Connor stands in the corner as I sit on the chair.I looked at the deviants, he was badly damaged, marks of burn, his right arm seemed to have been hit, probably the baseball bat. I had to make sure I was not stressed, otherwise he would self-destruct.
- "My name is Amal Myers, what is your name?"
No answer.
- "You are severely damaged, did your owner doing this to you? He was hitting you?"
No answer.
- "Listen, if you do not tell me anything, I can not help you, all I want is to know what happened."
No reaction from him.I sigh.
- "You know, I work for Cyberlife, I'm at the assembly and repair unit, maybe I can fix you and convince them not to destroy you." I said with a confident tone.
The deviant looked at me, without saying anything.
- "If you do not speak .... I should have given the order to this android to probe your memory."
- "No, please." He raised his head, looking around him.
- "What.... what are they going do to me? ...... They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?"
- "No ...... They just want to know the truth, nothing else. They know your master abused you. It wasn't your fault."
He turns his gaze to Connor
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Detroit Become Human: Connor x OC
FanfictionWhat if all I thought about androids was wrong? Maybe they are not just pieces of plastic? Maybe they are more than what they were meant for, it's both scary and interesting. My name is Amal Myers, I am an agent of Cyberlife, my job? assured me that...