Connor x Reader - Altering algorithms (DBH)

Chapter 18: I am a deviant.

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

I groaned, slowly opening my eyes. My complete vision was hazy, as I shakily rubbed my eyes. Realizing I was in the evidence room, I instantly shot up and froze. My breathing gradually slowed down, as I remembered what had happened.

Connor had knocked me out, telling me it was the best for me. As if!

I shook my head and got up, still feeling a little pain in the back of my head. Gavin laid right next to me, causing me to grimace. If he hadn't been found yet that meant that the FBI hadn't been here so far. Not much time could've passed. I needed to disappear and find Connor, otherwise I surely would be stuck in the police station. Moreover, I needed to stop my partner from making a huge mistake. I knew he had gone to Jericho to take care of his mission. I needed to remind him that he was more than a tool of CyberLife. Taking a deep breath, I checked the gun in my holster and then ran outside the room, praying that I wouldn't meet the FBI on my way.

. . .

The night air was freezing, as I stood in front of the carrier, moderately rubbing my arms. On the way here, I had shortly stopped at a clothing store to buy a black leather jacket, a same colored shirt and a pair of jeans to better fit in with the deviants. On top of that, I had gotten a black beanie so I could hide my forehead, in case someone suspected that I had no LED. If I wanted to get inside, I needed to infiltrate the place, pretending to be a lost android as well. Clothes like these definitely underlined such an image. Focusing my (E/C)-colored eyes on Jericho, I started marching off. I needed to act fast if I still wanted to make it in time. Before a catastrophe would happen.

Entering the freighter, I tried to act natural, which was admittedly hard when knowing that the ship would soon be under attack and partly being a cause of that. I wished to warn the people here but who would ever listen to a random person? On top of that, as good as I had gotten to know Connor, I was aware that stopping him needed to be my first step. He surely would try to do something incredibly stupid that would put himself in danger. Something I did not intend to let happen.

I quietly strolled through the carrier, dragging my feet over the wet ground, searching for Markus, the deviant's leader. With the help of the news, I had acquired the knowledge of what he looked liked. When he and a few other androids had protested on the streets, his face had been visible. I let my gaze wander across the different groups of deviants, noticing how many actually were here. I needed to hurry. Otherwise, they all would get hurt or even die.

"Hey, wait a second!" I heard someone call out to me from behind, hence I stopped and turned around.

A young man with brown hair approached me, wearing a skeptical eypression. Oh great...

"Is something wrong?" I innocently asked, blinking a few times.

"Yes, I've never seen you here before. How can I be sure you are no enemy?" His voice was rather deep for someone who embodied a young adult, causing me to feel the urge to shiver, yet I suppressed it.

I slightly coughed and stretched out my left hand, hoping my plan would work. "I'm a little damaged so it usually takes time but just look..."

I mumbled, now focusing on deactivating the skin on my android arm. Being a cyborg had to come in handy eventually.

The android squinted one eye, waiting and as I was about to panick, the surface of my hand haltingly turned white. As soon as he saw that, the man smiled apologetically. "My bad, but you can never be careful enough. Welcome to Jericho, my friend."

I nodded as he put a hand on my shoulder, slightly shifting my weight.

"Say, do you think you can help me?" I carefully inquired, earning his interest.