Giving Your All

We Meet Again

"I wouldn't have it any other way, officer."

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"Listen kid, you're gonna tell us who your parents are and where they live so we can talk to them, you understand?" Hank grunted out. He was getting frustrated, as was everyone else who was there. It had been hours since they took the young girl in, Remy was her name, but that's all she would tell them. Only her first name too, no last name.

"No, sir. I don't think I WILL be telling you that information. Again, safety is key. And I have a name." She said, as she resituated her cuffed wrists. She didn't mind that she was cuffed, she knew why she was restrained when she finally lowered the gun last night. "Why are you so centered around safety, they're your parents and we are the authorities. It's almost law to tell us this information." Hank said.

"Not if the perp who you're questioning is a minor who has the freedom of speech and the common sense to stay secluded from the law, which in any case is good." She didn't even flinch as Hank aggressively stood up and shoved the chair back into its spot under the table, cursing under his breath. She found the corner of the interrogation room more interesting than Hank leaving.

"I give up, one of you try to get something out of her." Hank collapsed into the chair behind the glass, where the rest of them were. Connor and Nines tried questioning her, but Nines' intimidation and pressuring methods and Connor's calm and supportive demeanor didn't work. Gavin was the only one yet to try. "I'll give it a go." He said as he stood up. Hank snorted. Him and Gavin had gotten along better since the revolution, but their rivalry was still there.

"Stay here Nines, you've already tried and we don't know if she holds grudges." He lightly joked. He put in his ID and entered the interrogation room. "Hey Remy." He greeted. "Finally someone who uses my name." She muttered as she sat up to face him easily. "I gotta know, you don't seem bothered at all. Most kids we bring in are terrified and jumpy. You're not though, care to explain?" He asked. He'd dealt with kids during cases and it was always a little irritating with their crying and their stuttering. Remy didn't though, he liked this one.

"A lot of the kids in my neighborhood have been questioned by cops or people with your authority. I live in one of the worse neighborhoods in the city, so police often do patrols through my hometown." She shrugged, and that may have been more helpful than she realized. It narrowed it down by a lot. "Elaborate please." He asked. This questioning was mainly in his control, but she had all the power.

"A lot of drug dealing, sex and hate crimes, vandalism, A murder here and there." She explained. "Have you happened to know any of those murder victims?" He asked, "I'd rather not share that, some of them were my friends' family members and we don't discuss it at all." She broke eye contact to look at the dents in the floor. " I understand, sorry." He bowed his head in apology, at least this girl was respectful.

"It's fine, you're just trying to get information to close this down, I'll help you out a little bit." She said. "Uh- okay?" He faltered. He looked like he knew what he was doing, but he honestly didn't, had no clue. "Why did you subdue those androids? They were only doing their job." He asked, if she said she was going to help him out with information, he was going to use that to his advantage.

"Thank you for implying that I didn't attack them, because I didn't. They came at me when they realized I wasn't a deviant, so I just immobilized them. 'Put them to sleep' in a way." She clarified, " I wouldn't hurt innocent people, and yes, I consider them people. As for why, it's personal." She finished.

Gavin took a glance at the window almost to say 'I'm done'. "Thank you for your cooperation." "Pleasures all mine." She stated as he exited. "How the hell did you do that?" Hank questioned as he came back. "I treated her like an adult instead of a scared little kid like we usually deal with, because she's different. She's stayed calm in a pretty shitty situation and I respect that." He clarified. He knew Hank had a soft spot for kids but his patience was wearing thin with Remy. They all could tell.

Captain Jeffery Fowler has been observing the whole time, since this was a pretty unique case. "I believe she's free to go, we have a better idea of where she lives. We apparently have patrol there often and mentioned a bunch of case files that have been tied to one neighborhood. If we need to, we can find where she lives." The captain said, they listened.
Connor took out the cuff's keys from the desk and headed in.

"Sorry if we seemed intimidating," He said, quietly, "we were just trying to do our jobs and you were being somewhat difficult." He didn't really know why he felt his heart tug a bit at the thought that he might have insulted her. "No hard feelings, I just wanted the same respect from you folks that I was already giving you. And I've been through much worse than a little interrogation." She whispered the last part as she rubbed her wrists and stood up.

"Are you going to need a ride home?" Connor asked. "Nah, I'll call a lift or I'll just walk home, it's still light out." She shrugged. "Why not just call your parents?" Nines asked as they made their way out of the interrogation room. "Because they'd kill me if they knew what happened." She said, but before anyone could register that as a joke, she was already making her way out, with many pairs of eyes following her.
None of them knew that she wasn't joking that night.

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It had been a few days since the hostage situation and they were still working on getting a hold of Remy's parents, they had narrowed it down to two neighborhoods, but they couldn't pin the exact address. That's what patrol was for, I guess. But that case had moved to the back of their minds as bigger cases erupted.

In one of the neighborhoods that might have been Remy's, there had been a lot of illegal drug selling and harboring. They had put out in that area if anyone knew someone who they thought might be harboring drugs to give them a call, and a lot of people had. But all of the reports so far had been prank calls, false alarms, or misleading all together.

But one call stood out, one call that gave answers. The captain had received it while he was working in his office, going through other reports for those same cases. His desk phone rang, and he was startled out of his work.

"DPD, what's your report and/or emergency?"
The voice that came through was oddly familiar but he couldn't place it. "I have information about the illegal drug dealing and harboring." The voice spoke, it was so clear and calm, but had a hint of cracking hidden behind the phone line. "Would you like to remain anonymous or-" "You already know who I am." That's when he remembered where the voice was from. "..Remy?" He clarified. "Yes, and I have information."

"Who are the suspects?" He asked.

"My parents, I'll come down to the station to give more info."