Going Numb

-{11}-

I rub my hands together as the car pulls up outside the expensive-looking house a day later. Hank is pacing outside as he talks to someone on his phone. He eventually puts down his phone, and Connor looks at me and nods before we both get out of the car.

"Is everything ok, Lieutenant?" Connor asks. Hank looks up at us and nods.

"Chris was on patrol last night," he says. "He was attacked by a bunch of deviants." My eyes widen as I cross my arms. "He said he was saved by Markus himself." Connor frowns.

"Is Chris ok?" he asks. Hank nods.

"Yeah, he's in shock but...he's alive." He sighs and shakes his head. "What the hell..." He looks up and starts walking toward the front door. Connor and I glance at each other before following him.

"I have a bad feeling, Lieutenant," Connor says. "We shouldn't have come here." I chuckle.

"You have a bad feeling about this?" I ask, referencing an old movie series I used to watch with my parents. Hank rolls his eyes as he looks at me.

"Bad feeling, huh?" he asks Connor. "Should get your program checked. Might be a glitch." He walks up to the door and knocks. Before long, it's opened by an android with blonde hair who smiles at us, but it's obviously not real. Just programming. Hank stares at her.

"Hi," he says. "Uh...I'm, er, Lieutenant Hank Anderson, Detroit Police Department. I'm here to see Mr. Elijah Kamski." I roll my eyes.

"Please, come in," she says. We follow her through the door and into a large entry hall. She looks back at us.

"I'll let Elijah know you're here," she says. "But please, make yourself comfortable." With that, she walks out, and I look up at the large portrait of Elijah Kamski on the wall.

"Great," I say. "A narcissist."

"Nice girl," Hank says, sitting in one of the red chairs. Connor nods as he walks around.

"You're right," he says. "She's really pretty." I frown but quickly smirk to hide it.

"Someone got a little crush, huh, Connor?" I ask. He looks at me, his LED spinning yellow. Hank looks between us before sighing.

"Nice place," he says. "Guess androids haven't been a bad thing for everybody. So, you're about to meet your maker, Connor. How does it feel?" Connor looks at him, his LED blue again.

"I don't know," he says. "I'll tell you when I see him."

""Sometimes I wish I could meet my creator face to face," Hank says. "I'd have a couple of things I'd wanna tell him." I walk up to Connor as he looks at a picture on one of the walls. He almost looks...zoned out. He frowns.

"Amanda," he mutters. I look between the picture and him.

"Connor." He looks down at me. "You good?" He nods.

"Of course." The female android from earlier walks back in.

"Elijah will see you now," she says. She leads us into a side room which contains a pool that looks red. I furrow my brows at the sight of the pool.

"Mister Kamski?" Hank calls.

"Just a moment, please," says the man in the pool. He climbs out, and the android helps him put on a robe as he tightens his man-bun. I roll my eyes.

"I'm Lieutenant Anderson," Hank says. "This is Arna Ortega and Connor." Kamski sighs.

"What can I do for you, Lieutenant?" he asks.

"Sir, we're investigating deviants. I know you left CyberLife years ago but, I was hoping you'd be able to tell us something we don't know." He smiles, and the look makes my blood chill.