Plastic Faces

On The Run

-November 6th, 2038 10:25AM

RY300 stared at the vehicle apprehensively, glancing back at the impatient, and quite offended, Lieutenant. Connor stood by the open passenger door, observing the situation cautiously with a frown.

The older human crossed his arms, only to gesture violently at the vehicle as he spoke, "Just get in the damn car!" Hank shouted. "What is your fuckin' problem?" RY300 scowled at him, then the vehicle. He held his arms close to himself defiantly "My problem is your driving record." the tall android hissed "And your... habits." The man sneered at the android "Going all high and mighty on me now?" he scoffed at him "Do you even know how to drive?" RY300's LED flashed yellow briefly. "I do now." He smirked condescendingly.

Connor ducked down into the car with one more wary glance at the pair.

"No. No fucking way." Hank stomped over to the driver's side "It's my fuckin' car. No android is gonna drive me around like a damn taxi service." Hank got into the car, still talking despite not rolling down a window. He looked out at the android standing stiffly next to the car. He jabbed a finger toward the back seat.

"You either get in here or get plastered to my license plate," he ordered.

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RY300 glared at the back of Hank's head, seriously considering kicking the back of his seat in childish petty revenge. The androids hands tightened against the cars side door and against the seats as the vehicle hit a speed bump faster than it should have. The taller android knocked his head against the roof of the car with a grunt. He sank lower into the stained seats, staring longingly out the window.

"Quit being a fuckin' child about it," Hank growled, peering at the slouching android from his rearview mirror. RY300 unlatched his hands from the door, leaving a slight impression behind. His arms opted to cross over him. "Technically, I ama child. I've only been active a few months." RY300 retorted.

It was Connor who spoke up next "To be fair Lieutenant, RY300's concerns are... reasonable. You do have a history of consuming an alarming amount of alcohol." RY300 banged his head against the back of the seat, groaning loudly in dismay. "Are you tryingto get dismantled Connor?" the dark-haired androids LED swirled yellow in brief confusion.

"Now I gotta fuckin' babysit androids while on duty..." Hank groused to himself, pulling his hands to parallel park on the side of the road.

"We're here. Get out." He commanded, wasting no time to leave the confined space. RY300 eagerly clawed at the door, clambering to get out. He composed himself after escaping the vehicle, then glanced back at the car. "You parked in two spaces." Anderson didn't even turn back to face him as he raised one hand to flip the bird behind him. The RK800 trailing behind him stuttered in his walk, caught off guard and bewildered.

RY300 snickered as he passed the confused android. The ginger android looked at his surroundings in interest. It was quite the change from the dark, enclosed spaces he'd been working in so far. He enjoyed the change in scenery, despite the groups of humans that wandered about chatting. The small town they arrived in didn't have many places an android could get away with hiding in easily, he had noticed the various "No Androids Allowed" signs already. RY300 looked over an abandoned house across the street in interest, he stepped forward curiously, only to be stopped by the Lieutenant grabbing his arm. "The hell are you going? You're going the wrong way."

The android frowned in disappointment but followed the human in the opposite direction.

"Looks like the deviant robbed the store down the road last night, took what was in the cash register when the cashier wasn't looking." The officer Hank was talking to informed. Hank made an expression of incredulousness. "When the cashier wasn't looking? Last I checked, being a cashier meant you had to stay behind the register." The officer nodded "Yeah, we checked the CCTV, the android was with a girl. The cashier left the register to help her." Hank hummed silently as he processed the information. "Alright, thanks."