Don't talk to me ~A Reed900 fan fiction ~

^Chapter 2^

Gavin's P.O.V.

   I watched as the saleswoman loaded things into the ugly-ass plastic bag. She was explaining the shit she put inside, but I was only half listening. I was thinking about my stupid brother, and how he had to go and create these fucking things. (Yeah, Elijah is Gavin's brother in this story. Don't like? Too bad.)Ugh. I really need to stop thinking and saying shit like this. It's technically against the law now. I stopped spacing out as the woman smiled at me, pushing the bag across the table.

   "I think that's it! Do you have any questions?" she tilted her head to the side, giving her a curious look. I doubt it's genuine. I took the bag from her and stalked off to the metal-ass just standing there, eyes closed.

   "The hell you doing?" I asked him. He didn't stir so I jabbed my finger into his chest that was at my chin level, "Say something, tin can," when he still didn't do anything, I gave him a shove. He staggered back, almost falling off the circular platform.  The light blue of his LED changed to a flashing red. His face looked mildly offended before reverting back to his deadpan stiff-ass expression. His LED was then at a steady blue, "You run outa batteries or something, jackass?" 

   "No," he simply said, refusing to say more.

   I grunted at him and shoved the bag into his hands. He took it and thrust his chin forward, giving him a mocking look.

   "Are you ready to leave, Detective Reed?" Nothing mocking about his words. Or his tone. Wait. Did my stupid-ass brother even give these things 'tones'?  Hell if I know.

   "Yeah, sure," I mumbled. I watched as he stepped off the platform. He locked eyes with mine and I couldn't look away. They looked fake, but at the same time, I could see all of the emotions locked away behind them, waiting to be let out by means of deviation. The label on the platform saying "RK900 #313 248 317-87   Police Android for Gavin Reed" disappeared and was replaced by a light blue background with the white letters of the Cyberlife logo.

   I finally broke his gaze as I turned to leave the store. I felt the android's stare on my head, like a sniper aiming at their victim. I tried to ignore it as I pushed open the door, into a small park. If you could call it a park. Only a small patch of grass in the center resembled a park. There was also a statue, concrete benches, some stands (ice-cream most likely, kids crowded them), a few trees, some potted plants outside a couple stores, and construction. The only thing I paid attention to was the construction. A group of people were destroying an android parking area, as they sat on benches now. I saw as the pieces were being loaded onto a truck, bound for the recycling plant.

   I soon was able to drown everything out and focus on wherever the fuck I parked. I walked down the sidewalk, remembering the turns I took to get to the store and taking them backward. I eventually reached my old car. I say old because it's old. Really old. Barely functioning old. Non-self-driving old. Ripped seats and dented doors old. CD player and radio old. Old. 

   I got into the front seat and watched as the prick got into the passenger side. He was robotic and graceful at the same time. That's fucking stupid. Man, I'm fucking stupid. Whatever. I wasn't going to let my mind go there. So instead, I shoved the key into the ignition and twisted it. The old-ass engine sputtered for a few seconds before completely starting. The radio came on automatically and started playing an old song called Cherry Bomb. That tin-can's eyes widened as I slammed my foot on the gas pedal, speeding down the street.

   "Detective, you're going 28 miles per hour over the speed lim-" he started.

   "Fuck off! I'm a cop, bitch!" I laughed, as the music blasted through the speakers. I absentmindedly nodded my head slightly along to the music.

   "Then you'll get fired!" he yelled to me over the music. So I reached over and turned it up. I eventually forgot about the bot in my passenger seat.

Richard's P.O.V.

   The Runaways.  Interesting. I didn't expect Reed to be interested in that sort of music. I listened to the song, analyzing the annoying lyrics before another one came on. I then stopped paying attention. It didn't matter to my mission anyways. 

   There was a weird smell to the detective's car that I just couldn't place. I tucked the scent away in my memory files to be analyzed later. I ran my hand along the worn leather of the seat and then across the old seatbelt, over to rest on my leg. 

   Having nothing else to do, I read over my sub-missions. One caught my attention more than others. Form a positive relationship with Gavin Reed for optimal communication. I decided to try and get that one out of the way, off the list, out of my vision. One less thing Cyberlife dumped on me. The normal human would think of that as complaining, yet I am a very precise model. Therefore, I like to list facts. The fact: Cyberlife has put so much on me that the average human would've surely have killed themselves by now. But I am a machine designed to accomplish a task, and that's what I'll do. I must solve cases, establish a friendly relationship with Reed, and please her.

Amanda.

AN

Hey, sorry I said the next day but I didn't finish. This one's slightly longer and I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading! I don't know when I'll have another part up, but it won't be longer than a week, for sure. See ya later!