Plastic Faces

Corner of the Eye

"Turn left."

"Look, I'm not gonna be your taxi service between you and Reed. I definitely don't get paid enough to put up with this shit." Hank grumbled as he pulled the steering wheel into a hard left.

"It's not like a planned to have a gun pointed at me. Who brings a gun on a public bus?" RY300 snapped, "Besides, it's not my fault that the Detective drove off without me! Turn left." Hank nodded in mock agreement, not entirely listening anymore. The android shifted in the front seat, realizing he had unconsciously curled his knees as close to his body as he could, finally relaxing and spreading his legs out. He glanced at the back seat.

"Where's Connor?"

"Wherever he goes when he's not following me around," Hank said as he fiddled with some buttons on his dashboard, finding a station and turning up the radio. RY300's nose wrinkled at the Lieutenant's choice of music, but the android stayed silent and no further conversation outside of giving directions followed until Anderson's car pulled up to a house surrounded by standard police cruisers.

"Really, this would have been much easier if you just had a GPS."

"Just get out of the car."

The ginger android stuffed his hand in his pocket, fishing around in it until he pulled out the few coins he had grabbed from Hank's desk. He poured the small number of assorted coins into the cars cup holder.

"Now you really are a taxi service," RY300 said, exiting the car without waiting for a reaction. Anderson drove off as soon as the passenger side door closed. Half smiling, RY300 studied the outside of the house.

Purchased and owned by Morgan Johnson. Built in 2004. Market Value: $1,500,000+.

The house was in surprisingly good shape. As well as expensive. It was clean and there was no sign of disturbances other than the mass of police presence. Not what the android had expected from the case files information of the scene. He scowled when he could see Gavin Reed wandering in the house through the window. Mood darkened, he stalked up to the two-story house, passing several confused officers. A woman who was watching the perimeter of the police tape raised a hand to stop the aggravated android "Can it!I'm with Reed!" RY300 snapped at the poor bewildered officer before she could speak. The Detective scowled through the window as RY300 passed her, but didn't move from his position.

RY300 quickly stalked through the house, locating Reed in mere seconds and approaching him aggressively. The android jabbed a finger in the man's chest. "We have to work together, you idiot." He hissed.

Reed slapped the other's hand away. "I don't care what Fowler says, I'm not working with any plastic fuck." The human sneered up at the synthetic man before him. "Besides, with all these 'deviants' turning up, what to stop me from reporting you as one of them to Cyberlife?" RY300 absently noted Reed's hand move closer to the gun in his belt. "Oh, didn't you know? Cyberlife started installing hidden cameras into their androids years ago. But do keep talking, I'm dying to know what your plan is." The androids mouth gained a mocking lilt as he spoke, his eyes narrowing at the shorter person.

The brown-haired man scoffed and turned away from RY300, seemingly undeterred, though the android spotted Gavin glancing at him suspiciously occasionally. A woman was chattering loudly and animatedly somewhere in the house, likely the owner being questioned. The investigative android reminded himself that he was there only for suspected use of drugs and several reports of loud disturbances. The owner was not yet considered guilty of anything.

He scanned the room, editing and subtracting the officers standing in the room from the feed. Several Cyberlife products were marked automatically by his scan, including an android charging station built into the wall. RY300 grabbed the attention of a nearby officer that wasn't Reed.