Dog Syndrome (RK900 x Gavin Reed)

Chapter three: You don't get a second chance for a first impression

It was almost noon, the sun was high in the sky and it was unlikely warm for a day in October. The leaves already began to change into a beautiful red-orange color. The wind breezed through the trees, causing some leaves to fall down. Some children were playing in the garden with their kites, running and screaming with joy. Besides, of some singing birds, it would have been a peaceful scenario, but...

"Bargh." Gavin vomited, while he leaned against a tree, trying to keep himself up. Conan stood right behind him, leaning right and left by turns, trying to figure out, how to the help his owner. Gavin pulled himself together and stood up straight. I think, it's all gone now, he thought and stumbled some steps back. There went my breakfast again. I shouldn't have eaten so much in the morning, but how the fuck should I know what that fucking plastic can was up to. He glared at Conan and regretted his decision immediately. Conan kneed down, poked one finger in the vomit and licked his finger. Gavin couldn't help himself, than throw up again.

"What the fuck are you doing, dickhead?" He mumbled, while he tried his best to avoid looking in Conan's direction.

"I just wanted to check, if you ate something wrong or if you have any other problems with your digestion, detective. But I couldn't find anything what could have caused the vomit." Conan's eyes focused on Gavin, as if he tried to find any hints, what lead to his vomiting. Gavin took deep a breath, pulled himself up again, before he walked to the android. Before the machine could do anything, Gavin punched him in his stomach, causing him to fall on his knees.

"That's what you get for not listening to your owner, asshole. I said more than once to let go of me, but you seemed to refuse to listen."

"I wanted to save some time. We actually could have saved time, when you wouldn't have decided to take a break under a tree, emptying your stomach. It also shows no good manners, to vomit in someone else's garden, detective." Conan said while he was looking up on the human, who pulled all his strength together to stand up straight.

Gavin gave him a killing glance, pulled his gun and pointed it against the head of RK900. Conan didn't show a reaction, as he expected it from a machine, but he would feel better, if the android would show at least fear or any other human emotions. But his face expression was blank as usually. He imagined, how satisfying he would feel, if he would pull the trigger right now. But Fowler would kill him, if the android would be damaged after only one day and it would be obvious as well, that he shot him for "no reason". I have plenty of reasons to kill this machine, he thought. It would be not my fault at all, because Fowler know that I hate androids and that I would rather kill them then work or deal with them. Instead of shooting the machine, even if it deserved it, he listened to the voice of reason, and lowered the gun.

"Fuck you.", he barked and got ready to go to the house. After he took few steps, someone grabbed him under his shoulder. It was Conan, who came to support him. "Don't touch me, scrap metal! I'm totally able to walk by myself, so piss off. Also, I don't want to be cared around like a baby again." As Gavin pushed Conan away, he noticed that he could need someone who would drag him to the house, but he wouldn't show any sign of weakness. He spit on Conan's shoes before he stumbled towards the door. Instead of knocking on the door, or ringing the bell, he smashed his head against the door.

"Open up, detro-", he began, but covered his mouth immediately after he felt sick again. He banged his head against the door again, as if that would make his nausea go away. Conan stepped beside him and used the doorbell. They heard the ringing inside the house, but no one answered. A voice appeared from the left side of the door from an intercom.

"Mr. Ander here, what is your intention?" The man sounded tired as if he didn't have slept for days.

"Detroit police, Mr. Ander. We are investigating the case of your wife. We would like to ask you some questions." Conan responded monotone.