A/N: Heyo! Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I wanted to post today because I couldn't wait to update. That and I have some news. More information at the end. I hope this chapter is as exciting as the last one. I will try my best to. 'Kay, I'll see you at the end of the chapter. (Art credit goes to Unknown)
(Y/n)'s POV
You and Connor walk through the small doorway into the cramped kitchen space to see two tables with four seats, and the station androids in a line across the backbar counter. Connor approached them with a dead expression while you stood behind and observed like you had done before at the abandoned house. "What is your function?" Connor asked while analyzing the far android on the right.
"I am a broadcast operator." The android replied looking dead ahead.
"State your model." Connor demanded.
"Model JB300, Serial number 336 445 581." It reported its exact model and serial number.
"Have you been in any contact with any other androids?" Connor continued to interrogate.
While he continuously pried the other two androids, the far left one had seemed a bit off to you. You got a little closer to where Connor and the three station androids were. For a quick second, the far left one briefly looked up then down again realizing you were looking. You felt... sympathy for the, now known, deviant. You had the urge to help it out of this situation. Trying everything in your power to get its attention, something finally clicked.
"Hey, Connor?" You tapped him on his stiff shoulders. His head slightly tilted to the side to insinuate that he was listening but was still focused. "You're not getting anywhere interrogating these guys. We should just leave them alone before they self-destruct."
"How do you know about their self-destruct sequence?" Connor turned around to face you with a furrowed face.
"You do remember I have an android too, right? I know everything there is to one." You explained. Even a little bit of deviancy.
"(Y/n), look, if you think I am being too harsh on them then that's your opinion. But I must force out the information somehow. They'll break out of their little act sooner or later." Connor went to turn back around to continue his investigation.
"Fine! If you want it to be that way, then at least let me do something. I hate sitting here doing nothing while you do all the hard work." You persisted.
"I can handle this, (Y/n). Please, go wait with the Lieutenant." Connor reflected the determination.
"Damn it, Connor! Let me do this one thing!" You nearly shouted but reframed as to not bring attention to yourself. Especially from that dick called Perkins.
He turned his head to face yours, then back at the androids. He sighed then pivoted to leave, "I'm trusting you. Don't be too soft on them, got it? We won't get any information like that."
"I understand." You answered as he walked past you and out to the main room. Taking this time to your advantage you scurried to the deviant's side and whispered into his synthetic ear. "Play along for just a bit longer. I'm going to get you out of here."
You backed up to see his eyes were connecting with your (E/c) ones. You walked away from his side and continued to "Interrogate" the other two androids; occasionally asking the deviant a question. After a short while, you went back over to the deviant and was about to ask another question until he leaned almost unnoticeably close to whisper. "What is taking so long?"
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing." You whispered back. Your posture fixed itself as you prepared to continue to act like the bad cop. "You were at the monitor when the deviants just briskly walked through the front door. What can you-"
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Fanfiction"Miss (L/n)? Are you going to start complaining as well?" Captian Fowler rolled his eyes awaiting your answer. "N-No, sir." You stuttered. "Then get the hell out of my office." He dismissed you while returning to the file he was reviewing. You showe...
