A newer model showed up at the Detroit police department, the model was sent to help Lieutenant Anderson and the Connor RK800 model with the deviant case. To say the least, she was odd. Connor wasn't fond of her for the most part, but...he soon lear...
You and Connor were getting on your outfits, preparing for the mission. You decided to wear some simple black heels that made you almost eye level with Connor and you were now struggling to do your hair, as much as you didn't want to mess with it...pigtails wouldn't look good, so you had to do something.
You tried to put a bobbing pin in your hair but dropped it. "God damnit!" You yelled in frustration. You had been trying for the past twenty minutes. "Do you need some assistance?" Connor asked with a smirk on his face. "Help." You admitted defeat and let Connor do your hair. It didn't take him to long to finish
"all done, what do you think?" He asked you. You looked in the mirror and Connor held a mirror behind you so you could see your hair.
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(But with black flowers to match the dress.)
"Wow, it's beautiful. Thank you Connor." You said giving him a hug and he smiled. A tinge of blue covered his cheeks "come on, we better get going." You advised and walked out of the bathroom.
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Connor stepped out of the car and held his hand out to help you, you didn't take his hand and got out on your own. Connor furrowed his brow as a questioning expression "I can get out of the car by myself. Don't take it so personally, you dork." You teased him and playfully punched his shoulders he smiled and rolled his eyes. You felt really nervous looking at the mansion that loomed over you. Connor noticed and grabbed your hand and held it tight for comfort. With that, both of you walked inside.
The place was huge, and it was full of deviant's, you included. Because of your deviancy, it made you feel so guilty going on this mission. There were also big time criminals here to receive a portion of the red ice they would get. There was nothing to be done right away since the whole smuggling operation was supposed to happen at the end of this setup party. "Um...so are we supposed to just enjoy ourselves before then?" You questioned. "I would guess so." Connor answered. "Well then, I see food, I'm going there." You said when you noticed the table covered in, well, food. Connor laughed "alright, have fun." He said before walk to a wall to lean on. You walked over to the table and grabbed a strawberry delicious. "So, you also figured out androids can eat?" A deviant asked. "Oh, yeah." You said with a smile. "Well, I'm Alison, but my friends call me death." She said holding her hand out. You shook her hand and laughed. "I'm (y/n). Why would they call you death?" You asked still laughing. "I'm always the one talking to the dying androids to calm them down during their shut down process." She explained with a sad smile. Death or the 'grim reaper' is often seen as a young goth woman that talks to people in their dying hour before sending them to the after life. "That must be hard." You sympathized with her. "Sometimes, but it always makes you feel like you've done something good." Alison said before biting into an apple. "Well then, Death, you are a very good person." You said smiling at her. "No I'm not." She stated blankly with no expression on her face. You felt a strange mood fall upon the conversation. You took the time to get a proper look at her. She had long blond, almost orange hair. She had violet colored eyes that really stood out. She had on knee high boots with three inch heels along with a simple black dress with roses sewn into the lace detailing. The dress came down to her mid thigh, the dress was really pretty. "So, I'm guessing that's Connor?" Death asked pointing to, Connor of coarse. "Wha- how do you know about him?" You asked baffled. "Oh, I'm friends with Markus, he sent me here." She explained. "Why would he send you here?" Your questions were endless. "He wants me to get some androids out of here. Lucky for you, most of these androids have committed unspeakable crimes so no android at Jericho thinks their worth saving. There's only three deviant's here I need to get out of this place." Death explained and leaned onto the table. A huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders knowing these weren't innocent androids you were about to pretty much kill. "Well then, see you around (y/n). I've got some androids to find." Death turned around and walked away into the crowd.
You decided to head back to Connor but noticed there was a woman talking to Connor. You stood back, just far enough for you to be out of their sight but still able to hear their conversation. "So, why is such a handsome android here?" The woman said while playing with her hair. She was wearing a really short dress that showed a lot of cleavage. "Same reason you're here, getting out of Detroit." Connor responded plainly. "Hmm, strait forward. I like that, do you want to dance?" She asked and stepped closer to Connor, almost pressing up against him. You were angered but told yourself to stay put. Connors back was up against a wall so he couldn't step back. He sighed "sorry I have no intention in doing so." Connor looked off into the crowd, he was playing the asshole card...smart, it's the perfect way to get rid of a girl. "Then how about we do a different dance, one upstairs." She said fully pressing her chest onto him. He looked down at her and you thought you saw disgust glimmer in his eyes. He pushed her away gently "listen, anyone that puts theirselves out there like that is often referred to as a whore, so I advise you stop trying to get into everyone's pants." Connor bent down to be eye level with her as an intimidation tactic and had a cold expression on his face. The girl was so flabbergasted, she couldn't say anything. "Now excuse me, I'm going to go see my girlfriend." Connor sneered at the girl then walked past her towards you with a smile. "He-llo gorgeous." Connor greater you and wrapped his arm around your waist. "I'm pretty sure that dialogue was for the purpose of bruising that girls ego." You said not sure what to feel. "The words are true, the volume of which I spoke them were for the intension of 'bruising her ego'." Connor smirked. You looked at him strangely, you'd never seen him act so rude to anyone....well other than Gavin, but this was a different type of rude. "What? Some people have to be put in their place." Connor explained, luckily, you had the same thought process. You chuckled "well..."
Connor pulled the trigger for the bomb out of his pocket, there was only one minute left before the crime to go down.
