GLITCH [CONNOR]

Chaos

The tunes of Revolutionary Etude could be heard through the tiny living room. The few furniture that was present like the sofa, lamp, bureau and tv had been moved to the walls to make a free space in the middle of the living room. On a window bench stood a vintage record player, it was at least 50 years old and it was the origin of the sound. But that wasn't all. In the middle of the room, in the empty space stood a woman.

Her ash-blonde hair was in a tight bun, she was wearing a black tank top, a simple black wrap skirt, black tights and nude pointe shoes. She was dancing to the tunes of Frédéric Chopin, pirouette after pirouette and pliés upon pliés. Her movement became quicker as the tempo of the song increased. The fast pace and panic of the song matched what she was feeling. She was in a state of panic as she tried to process her thoughts. An android had gone against his program to save her. Why? She couldn't understand. She was used to knowing everything about technology. It was predictable, one of the key features of technology, that action, to save her, was not.

Through the loud music, she couldn't hear the knock on her door. The beating of her heart filled her ears. She could feel beads of sweat falling down her face. Or was it tears? She was hot and smelled of sweat. The exhaustion in her legs was nothing compared to the pain she had felt as she held on for dear life on that roof edge.

As the song reached the end of the second verse, she made her final pirouette and at the crescendo, she collapsed onto the floor. There she sat, tears on her cheeks and breathing heavily. The record player's tonearm had jumped out of place and there was just a humming buzz coming from it. I nearly died today, she thought, but he saved me. He didn't have any obligations to do that, quite the opposite, he was instructed to do the other, yet, he offered his hand. Why?

Though her train of thoughts came to a halt as another knock was heard. The young woman in the wrap skirt quickly got up. She rummaged for the gun in the inner pocket of her bomber jacket thrown on the sofa. Then she quietly made her way towards the door, as a detective you never could too sure of who would be knocking on your door at 8:39 PM. The knocks were repeated and just before Faye could look through the peephole there was a voice "Detective Cox? It's Connor." A relieved sigh came from Faye before she tucked the gun into the back of the skirt. She opened the door and just as she expected, android RK800.

"Connor, what are you doing here? It's nearly nine pm." Faye said tiredly, both from the exhaustion of the dance but also that she knew what Connor's presence meant, she wasn't going to get a peaceful night.

"A homicide was reported 91 minutes ago," Connor explained.

"Shit, and you're telling me this now? Why didn't you come sooner?" As with all investigation, time was of the essence, the sooner you got to a crime scene the better.

"It took me a while to find Lieutenant Anderson and get him sober-" Connor was cut off by Faye.

"Hank's here?!" Faye looked down at her outfit in panic, the old Lieutenant was the last person that she wanted to find out about her hobby.

"He's waiting in the car." Connor explained, "is something wrong, Detective?" He had noticed the panic in her eyes.

"No." She sighed in relief and put on a smile, "I have to change before we can go. You can come in and wait." He nodded in thanks and stepped into the tiny apartment. "It's not much. But it does the job." Faye said as she moved towards the room at the back of the apartment. 

As Connor stepped into the apartment he got a better look of what Faye was wearing, the wrap skirt and pointe shoes told him that it was a ballet outfit, she smelled of sweat too as if she had just been working out. He also noticed when she stepped into the bedroom and had her back towards Connor that she had a gun tucked into the skirt. She closed the door behind her as she started changing into more work-appropriate clothes.