Going Numb

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I stand in the elevator, trying to stand as far away as possible from Connor and Hank, which is a pretty impossible task. I glance down as Connor starts flipping a coin but will myself to look away.

"You're starting to piss me off with that coin, Connor," Hank says. I cross my arms and keep looking forward.

"Sorry, Lieutenant," Connor replies. I look at the console in front of me as the numbers count up by floor. 76...77...78...

"79th floor," the automated voice rings out of the elevator, and the door opens. I step out immediately, glad to be out of that small space where it's impossible to stay more than six inches away from a certain RK-800 android.

"Hi, Hank," Chris says. Hank walks out of the elevator and over to him.

"Shit," he says. "What's going on here? There was a party and nobody told me about it?" Chris chuckles.

"Yeah, it's all over the news, so everybody's butting their nose in. Even the FBI wants a piece of the action."

"Ah, Christ," Hank says. "Now we got the Feds on our back. I knew this was gonna be a shitty day. So what do we got?" Chris leads him down the hall, and I follow, vaguely aware of Connor, walking a few feet behind me.

"A group of four androids," Chris says. "They knew the building, and they were very well organized. I'm still trying to figure out how they got this far without being noticed." He gestures to the desk by the door at the end of the hall. "They attacked two guards in the hallway. They probably thought the androids were coming to do maintenance." Hank looks back at Connor before looking back to Chris. "They got taken down before they could react." Hank leans on the desk before following Chris into a small area just outside the broadcast room. "One of the station employees managed to get away. He's in shock, not sure when we'll be able to talk to him." Hank looks around at the area.

"How many people were working here?" he asks.

"Just two employees and three androids," Chris says. Hank looks from Connor to me and back to Chris. I feel eyes on the back of my head but don't look back at the android behind me. "The deviants took the humans hostage and broadcast their message live. They made their getaway from the roof." I frown.

"The roof?" I ask. Chris nods.

"Yeah, they jumped with parachutes," he says. "We're still trying to figure out where they landed, but the weather's not helping." He stops by the doorway and points inside. "If you want to take a look at the video broadcast by the deviants, it's on that screen over there." He leads us into the room, but we stop at the sight of a man in a grey trench coat standing right where we wanna be.

"Oh Lieutenant," Chris says, "this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI." He turns to Perkins. "Lieutenant Anderson is in charge of investigating for Detroit police. Miss Ortega is helping him with the case." Perkins' face doesn't change, but he looks up at Connor.

"What's that?" he asks. I frown and tilt my head, not liking his tone, however much it makes me sound like a mother of a teenager. I guess that's how Hank acts, though, so it makes sense.

"My name is Connor," Connor says. "I'm the android sent by CyberLife." Perkins chuckles, but it's not a happy-friend laugh. More like laughing at the stupidity of something. Maybe himself.

"Androids investigating androids, huh?" he asks. I stare at him with a straight face.

"Amazing, right?" I ask. "It's almost like humans investigating humans." He simply glances at me before looking at Hank.

"You sure you want an android hanging around?" he asks. "After everything that happened..." I grit my teeth and go to move forward, but Connor holds me back. Perkins smirks. "Whatever, the FBI will take over the investigation, you'll soon be off the case." Hank nods and steps forward, blocking him from me.