Guard Dog For Connor

Chapter 2 - Misinterpreted Threat

Connor stepped into the interrogation room.
For a simple questioning.

For a moment, he distantly wondered if perhaps they'd gone too far in their assumptions with the android. They treated him like a criminal rather than a willing eyewitness in the investigation.
He'd come to them on his own accord too, he couldn't be that bad, could he?
Then flashed the images of all the crime scenes where a GD model was involved.
Yes, he could be that bad.

Connor offered a smile.

"Hi, I'm Detective-"

"Detective Anderson, first name Connor, the one leading the investigation of several homicides. I know who you are. I'm here to talk to you anyways. I've been waiting an awful while."

The android spoke with an extreme confidence, and extreme feeling of superiority over Connor.
There was irritation in his voice as well.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I was on lunch when you arrived," Connor explained, deciding to try and be seen as little as a threat as possible.

GD models were designed to read every little sign of the body in order to tell the danger level of a given person. They watched and they picked up on everything. They were damn good at it too, and they were programmed to act accordingly.

"Hmph, right, fleshbags like you gotta eat and take rests throughout the day. I get it."

Connor frowned. He hadn't quite ever heard that term before.

"I would appreciate it if you would be more polite, Mr. Reed," Connor was getting irritated quick with his attitude.

"Sorry, where are my manners? Thanks for showing me to your interrogation room, I feel like a real guest here."

The android then leaned forward, Connor found himself instinctively flinching backwards and out of range.
Gavin only set his elbows on the table, now slouching forward rather than back.
He still cut a rather threatening figure.

"Listen, You're looking for two men.
They're brothers.
A few years back they were nothing more than street rats selling RedIce in alleyways.
John Fielding, 34, the older of the two and the brains.
David Fielding, 32, the younger and the muscle.
You look them up and you'll find they've got a number of petty crimes under their names.
But you're not gonna find much more besides that.
They've got something bigger now.
They've got a number of places around the city, they're all using as labs to make all kinds of drugs. They're best known for their RedIce.
They're also known to be loan-sharks, or to buy Thirium off androids. Sound familiar yet? It should be connecting dots in that brain of yours, if you're not as dumb as your co-workers,"

Gavin motioned his head in direction of the two-way mirror at the last comment.

He'd said all of this so quickly and so smoothly that Connor was damn glad the interview was being recorded.

Connor must've looked confused, because Gavin spoke again.

"I know you're probably wondering how I know this, and I'll just tell you. I work for them."

Connor stared, mouth agape as he struggled to find the next words to say.

"Why?"

That was the first word that came out.
Then it was Gavin's turn to look confused.
Connor continued now that he'd had a start.

"Why would you come in here and rat out your employers? What's your benefit from this?"

The android stared at him for a moment.
His gaze was frighteningly heavy to hold.

"If I help you bust this case, that's a pretty good look for my reputation," Gavin began, "and maybe then I'll actually have a shot at living."

Gavin slouched backward, giving a quick tilt of his head as he spoke.

Connor stared for a moment.

"What do you mean, Gavin?"

The android looked Connor in the eye, an ounce of disbelief shining in those deadly pools.

"Don't act like you don't know, Detective.
No one's too eager to give a GuardDog model the same freedom they gave every other android.
No one's too eager to even give us a chance either.
If everyone knows I did something good, then maybe they have to think I'm good, you know?"

Connor tilted his head, trying his best to read the emotions and sincerity of the android sitting across from him.
Could he trust that this was really what Gavin wanted?

"So that's all you want? Is to be seen as someone good?"

"Well yeah, I just fuckin' said that."

Connor looked towards the glass window for a moment, before looking back to Gavin, those warm brown eyes of his were hopeful.
There was even a shine of friendliness to them.

"I think we can arrange something for you, Gavin."