Plastic Faces

The Nest

-November 6th, 2038 03:02PM

The ride in Hank's car was uncomfortably silent, neither android or human willing to start a conversation. Connor sat rigidly next to Hank, barely moving at all as he waited for the car to stop at their destination. RY300 was starting to become annoyed at the way the back of Hank's seat would scrape at his knees harshly whenever the vehicle would shake on a rough patch of the road. He briefly considered jumping out of the car into the street to escape.

RY300 looked out of the darker-than-normal windows, frowning at the unfamiliar route. He leaned forward slightly as he asked Hank, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the station." The man glanced at him through the rearview mirror "We aren't going to the station. I need a fuckin' break." Hank said darkly. The ginger android leaned back again, face neutral as he continued looking at the scenery that rushed past the vehicle.

"Lieutenant," Connor started, momentarily pausing when RY300 roughly slammed his head into the headrest "I don't think it is wise to waste time away from the station. This case is very important." "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind being away from that chaos for a bit," RY300 mumbled while staring at the roof of the car. The other android frowned in displeasure at the lack of initiative from the other occupants of the vehicle.

Two LEDs blinked yellow in confusion when the car pulled on to the side of a nearly empty road. A small, dirty looking food truck was the only thing of interest. It looked like it had not moved in years. RY300 leaned closer to the window to peer at the food truck questioningly.

Both androids swiveled their heads at the sound of the driver side door closing, Hank already walking towards the other vehicle. RY300 scrambled to leave the car at the sight of Connor already stepping out and following after the human. The androids long legs tripped slightly at how close the ground was, causing the ginger android to stumble before standing straight as possible. He looked around stiffly to see if there had been any witnesses.

"Whoa! Hey! Hey!" A car skidded on the road, nearly running over Hank in his carelessness of road safety. Hank made an angry gesture at the innocent driver. Connor trailed after the Lieutenant diligently, barely glancing at the other car. RY300 hurried his pace before he could get stuck on the other side of the road. He saw the displeased driver leaning on his elbow impatiently as he passed.

Hank was already at the food truck, conversing with the owner. Bit and pieces of conversation reached the androids ears. RY300 saw another man jogging towards them with purpose, looking directly at Hank as he reached them. The android narrowed his eyes at the smaller man as he got closer. "Hank!" the other human greeted jovially "How you doin' man?"

He leaned in slightly as he spoke now "Hey, listen, I got a shit-hot tip for you. Number five in the third, Lickety-split!" RY300 got momentarily distracted, mouthing the word 'lickety split' in confusion, missing some of the conversations. "Last shit-hot tip you gave me sent me back a week's wages, Pedro..." The android now scowled and moved directly into Hank's field of vision without disturbing the conversation.

Pedro continued talking optimistically. "Come on, this is different, it's 100% guaranteed. You can't go wrong." RY300 shook his head, disapproving of the situation. Besides, the man's information was wrong. Hank ignored any movement the android made, only stopping for a moment before agreeing "Yeah, right... Alright, I'm in." Pedro cheered in victory "Damn straight!"

The man began to walk off, turning back to instill some sort of confidence in Hank "Hey! You won't regret this!" Hank dismissed him and grabbed the food from the raised counter. He looked at both androids in frustration "What is your problem? Don't you ever do as you're told?" RY300 pointedly looked away "To be fair you didn't say to stay in the car." The Lieutenant stared at them incredulously "Look, you don't have to follow me like a poodle!" RY300 looked back at Hank for a second "For the record, I only followed to keep him from getting scrapped." he defended, pointing at Connor.