Chapter 17: Am I a deviant?

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

November 9th, 2038
04:15 pm

We stood in Fowler's office, my body feeling tense. Connor, who was next to us, had his eyes closed while his LED flickered yellow.

"You're off the case. The FBI is taking over." The captain sounded as intimidating, as I remembered from the first time I had heard his voice.

My eyes shot over to Connor, his own opening at the same moment. Gulping, I opened my mouth to say something, not willing to give up. I just couldn't.

"Please captain Fowler, we are onto something right now! We simply need a little bit more time, then we can-" I was harshly interrupted by the dark skinned man, who sat on his desk.

"Detective (L/N), you don't get it. This isn't just another investigation, it's a fucking civil war! It's out of our hands now... We're talking about national security here."

I quickly recoiled, slightly shivering. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Connor directing a worried glance at me.

"Fuck that! You can't just pull the plug now. Not when we're so close!" Hank protested, seeming fairly angry.

"You're always saying you can't stand androids! Jesus, Hank, make up your mind! I thought at least you'd be happy about this!" The captain gestured towards the lieutenant with his hand, hence Hank leaned onto the table.

"We're about to crack the case!.. I know we can solve it! For God's sake, Jeffrey, can't you back me up this one time?"

Fowler stayed silent for a second, taking a deep breath. "There's nothing I can do. You're back on homicide, detective (L/N) will return to her former city and the android to CyberLife. I'm sorry, Hank, but it's over."

I gasped upon hearing that. They couldn't send Connor back! They couldn't let me get locked away for years again either!

I was about to raise my voice, driven by my emotions, yet Hank dismissed my action with a movement of his right hand. The grey-haired man looked at me and Connor, eventually leaving the room with a disappointed expression covering his face.

Helpless, I turned to look at captain Fowler again, pleadingly. Yet there was no reaction, causing me to shake my head and hurry out of the room, trying to escape the thick air inside. I sensed Connor following me to Hank's desk. Insecurely, I stood next to the grey-haired man, as he stared at his screen. The android sat down on the table.

"We can't just give up like that. I know we could have solved this case!.." Connor looked at both Hank and me but I found myself unable to reply.

"So you're going back to CyberLife?" The lieutenant moved his chair so he would face us.

I froze upon hearing about Connor's fate. I knew what they would do to him there. CyberLife had certain tactics they never changed. "I have no choice... I'll be deactivated and analyzed to find out why I failed..."

Gritting my teeth, I stared up at the android and our eyes met. "You can't Connor..! You can't simply throw away your life like that! We need to do something..." I mumbled the last part to myself, biting onto my lip until I faintly felt blood.

I was not ready to lose Connor. Not after I had discovered and wanted to admit my feelings for him. Not after he had almost appeared to realize his own worth.

"What if we're all on the wrong side? What if we're fighting against people who just wanna be free?.." Hank claimed, making me perk up my head. Could we even swap sides if we wanted to? I doubted it.

"When the deviants rise up, there will be chaos. We could have stopped it!.. But now it's too late..." Connor leaned towards Hank, answering the question. Was not interrupting the deviant's plans truly the issue at hand?

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