Blue. [DETRIOT: BECOME HUMAN- CONNOR ]

Fourteen

Connor's POV
I stepped into the car; Hank entering the drivers side. I sat, holding my limp arm, looking at it with disgust. I hated being helpless. Hank put the key in, and the car sputtered to live.

We exited the parking lot before anyone spoke. "So? What did you get from that witness?" Hank inquired calmly as I looked at the trees past the lot.

I turned to look at him shifting in my seat. "Not much, we already found the room the 900 escaped from. I'll send the memory clip to evidence back at the station so you can watch." As I thought of it, my LED turned yellow as I sent in the video.

I turned from Hank to look out the window at the setting fall sun that left half the sky orange and pink. I thought over the case, in the little info we had, something wasn't lining up.

"What?" Hank said, giving me a glance, he could tell I was thinking.

I turned away, looking out the window at the leaves, already dry and threatening to break off there branches. "Nothing."

Hank shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road. "You are a terrible liar."

I glanced down. He always caught me. "You'd be annoyed." I said.

"Oh really?" Hank huffed, "I'm always annoyed, lay it on me."

"It's.. about the case." I confess.

"Ah, so that's why you didn't want to say.-I get it.—Do you think about anything else??" He said, only slightly annoyed. A moment hung in silence.

"...no?" I reply.

Hank chuckled. "What are you thinking?"

I paused. "On the beach. We've got two bodies. Two bodies that can't be killed by 900 because they died before the bodies in the tower. But we know that the killer of the two androids was also an android. -I just can't see this is a coincidence.

Hank paused and with a slight nod in agreements said. "You think one of the cyber miner crew had something to hide?"

"Maybe." I say, "Evidence for all points is small right now anyway." I pause a moment thinking, "You know, 900 had a gun when we got there,- Now turns out it's from one of the hackers, at least according to the memory I watched.-She didn't know why he had a gun.."

"Which hacker?" Hank asked

"Oh, the human, the one identified as Clifford Hill."

"Well if he is human, then he isn't the killer." Hank pointed out.

I nodded. "Yeah, But he still could have been involved."

"Yeah. Guess so." Hank said, "What? You got another hunch?"

"Maybe." I confessed a little smugly.

Hank smiled just slightly. "You know. I don't think that's a bad thing." Hank said after a moment.

"Yeah.." I say quietly, and fiddled with the limp fingers on my right hand.

My brain hummed with a incoming report, and my eyes twitched slightly as I read it. "Another homicide, sir, in an Android Club downtown."

"Are we sure it's our guy?" Hank inquired.

"It sounds like it, we might have a another witness."

"Finally." Hank remarked turning the car toward downtown.

"It's at a night club; a place called, 'Byte Me'-that's byte with a y- it's an Android club and bar." I say, reading from my hard drive as I spoke.

"Android club? Now I've heard it all. Why?? You can't even drink?" Hank remarked.

"We have our ways." I smirk looking out the window, "People got to have fun."

Hank spared me a glance. "What secrets are you hiding Connor?" He said with more than a touch of sarcasm.

I looked back at him, "I've never done it, but we can get drunk- in a way. An Android bar supplies hacking clips that, when applied give similar effects to being intoxicated."

Hank eyed the road, but shook his head, "And why haven't you tried it out?"

"Didn't see the point and, quite honestly, I don't have the friends to go with." I say.

"Mood." Hank remarked, turning the car across an intersection.

I chuckled slightly, looking though the window and the buildings passing by.

After a few guided turns we pull into the lot by the club. A neon sign, which was in the shape of an outlet, lit up the lot with a hot pink hue. We got out of the car.

There were a few officers, and the beginnings of a crime scene being set up. I strolled through to the door and a human officer gave me a look.

"Weren't you in the hospital?" He said questioningly.

"I'm fine." I said looking down and walking through the projected caution tape. Hank sighed following behind, and the officer grumbled something I didn't bother to listen to.

I entered the building, being greeted by a small hallway with a walkthrough metal detector, like you would see in an airport. Hung from the detector was a sign that read: 'The only bouncer we need.' Then another below that read: 'Purples are welcome and serviced.' I felt Hank roll his eyes behind me as we both walked through, setting it off twice.

Then we reached the blood bath. A scene better fit to a horror film then here, twelve Android bodies lay slung across the ground in a sea of blue; the bodies still fresh. Hank took a long breath looking over the floor, "slaughterhouse." He murmured as he walked carefully around the edge of the room. I kneeled down gently dipping two fingers in the blood- then I stopped, pulling up my self-scan:
:/mobile CSI -Unresponsive/:
I sighed, standing back up.

"Was anyone left alive?" I ask, grimly.

"No androids left from what we can tell, but the E.M. was a no show." said the officer entering behind me, "Just one witness, she's human, she called it in."

I turned and looked at him, "Where is she?"

"She's in the back with the ambulance, You can talk to her, but I don't know what you'll get, she's still in shock." I nod, and walk across the scene, looking a few things over as I go. I head out through the back door, which takes me into an alley with two ambulances pulled into the street at the end. I hurried to the road, snapping my fingers to grab the attention of a slacking paramechanic. "Hey!" I yelled, "She's not the only one! Get in there and run a PR scan. We could be losing lives!" The paramachanic bolted to the building behind me, knowing full well he would be fired for that, then again, he might not.

My code burned with anger.-Two years since the revolution and we still don't always get an ambulance worker that will do his damn job. If we were human, that would be unacceptable.

I took a moment to let the surge of frustration fade slightly, so that I could focus on the problem at hand. I directed my attention to the human girl that called in the murder. She sat quietly on the edge of the ambulance shivering with a blanket over her shoulders. She was tall, with a thin hourglass frame and a wave of dark hair. I took a breath and walked up.

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Hey! It's been awhile. Sorry about that! I wrote this chapter really long, I hope that's not annoying. Let me know what u think!!