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Well, shit. Was the first coherent thing Connor thought when he woke up.
He didn't know what happened, hell he couldn't remember. He did try to figure it out, but..
>>SCANNING.
>>SCANNING..
>>SCANNING…
>>ERROR. MEMORY SCAN INCOMPLETE. CORRUPTED DATA.
Yeah, He doesn't know. What he does know is that his left hand is missing, it's been ripped off so all he needs to do is reattach it, someone is on the ground in front of him, passed out and dressed in a royal-like red tiara.. That person is none other than Gavin Reed.
Why? He doesn't know.
A scan of Detective Reed tells him everything is okay, besides the fact there's blood dripping from his nose. It's probably broken.
To say he was confused is an understatement.
Connor remembers one thing, he and Detective Reed were assigned a case. They went to go look at the crime scene. Now they are the crime scene.
He does a diagnostic scan.
>>SCANNING
>>SCAN COMPLETE
THIRIUM LEVELS ... 87%
THIRIUM PUMP... OK
REGULATOR... OK
OPTICAL UNITS... OK
AUDIO PROCESSOR... OK
MEMORY CARD CORRUPTED...DATA
CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT... OK
LIMBS... FUNCTIONAL - LEFT HAND MISSING
Okay, so he wasn't entirely damaged. Rolling over, Connor pushed himself on all threes , with an addition to his elbow, and struggled to stand up. He nearly fell over, but managed to balance himself by holding his arms out and planting his feet.
>>UPDATED MISSION. FIND MISSING HAND.
Connor scanned his surroundings, it appears they were in a living room inside of a run down, dirty, unsanitary house. The walls were a muted green floral pattern, cracks and cigarette smoke stains were everywhere.
The carpet could only be worse. It was a horrible yellowish-puke color, stains of most likely every substance in the world littered it.
In front of him was a large window. Well, he thinks it's supposed to be a window. This one is all boarded up. Also in front of Connor, but to the right there is an open door. Most likely the front door. Now, to the direct left, there is a window, it isn't boarded up, and in front of it is a couch.
The couch was stripped, and its color is slightly yellow. In front of that was a hot pink coffee table. and what is most likely a 30 pound bag of red ice sitting directly on top of it.
Behind him is the kitchen, Connor doesn't observe the kitchen. It looks terrifying.
In the middle on a diagonal wall in front of the front door and the kitchen is a door. Most likely a hallway.
Connor does find his hand. It's on the couch.
He walks over to the couch, stumbling lightly, grabbing it and securing it back on.
MISSION COMPLETED
Directly after he imminently went Gavin, crouching down on his right side.
“Detective?” Connor spoke, shaking Gavin lightly.
Gavin stirred only slightly, the faintest whine coming from him.
Connor slapped him, “Wake up, Detective!”
Gavin gasped, sitting up very quickly. Apparently too fast, as he started groaning, putting one hand on his head and another on his supposedly broken nose. “Fuck.. Those guys got away. What even was that?”
Connor tilted his head slightly in confusion. “Guys? Who?”
“You- You know, the men in blood red suits and tiaras. The guys who chanted, "We are the godfathers of red ice!” Don’t you remember? God what even the fuck happened–”
“Gavin. You are wearing a tiara..”
Gavin was confused at first, then went into full-on incoherent screaming mode when he looked up, noticing the tiara. He immediately stood, trying to take it off.
“OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD? OH MY GOD!”
Connor winced, the Detective’s screaming making his audio processor sensitive. “Detective Reed, I think the most important thing here is to fix that nose of yours, and my memory data from the last few hours. We have to go back to the precinct.”
“Oh, fuck that! I don't care, get this goddamned crown off of me!”
The next few minutes were very awkward. They managed to get the red tiara off of Gavin, but discovered something even worse in the meantime.
“So, what the fuck is this supposed to be?” Gavin questioned.
They were looking at a closet full of plastic, red crowns. The tiaras filled the shelves in the closet, however some of them had fallen off. A quick scan told Connor there was 163 of them.
“It seems to be 163 toy tiaras, Detective–”
Gavin groaned dramatically, “Oh fuck, of course they are crowns, Trash-Ass, but why are there 163 of them, the exact same, and in a closet?”
Right. Connor doesn't know.
“Detective, I think it is best we leave, go back to the precinct and get you some medical attention. Your nose is most likely broken, and–” Gavin passed out.
Connor managed to catch him before he hit the ground. What was he going to do now?
Picking Gavin up bridal style, Connor walked out of the house through the front door, where he was supposed to get into one of the station's cop cars they took for this exact mission, only to realize that it's gone.
So, he had two options.
One: Walk back to the precinct.
This was a horrible option, considering the weather, how it was about -4°C, Connor’s joints would end up freezing, and Detective Reed would most likely die of hypothermia before they even make it halfway. This gives him a 3.4% chance of making it back in time.
The second: Call Hank.
This was a much better idea. Connor could wait inside, where it was somehow warm, and wait for the Lieutenant to arrive. This prevents both of the men from catching hypothermia.
There was a 97% chance of making it back on time with this, which is obviously better.
So, doing the obvious thing, Connor walked back inside and put Gavin on the couch, and then called Hank on his HUD.
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“Connor! What the fuck? Are you okay? Where the hell are you?”
Ah, yes. Here is the forgotten 100% Of hank being incredibly pissed off.
“Hello, Lieutenant. I- I need you to come and pick me and Detective Reed up.”
There was silence on the other end for a few moments.
“Yeah, fuck, ok, where the hell are you?”
Sending the location to Hank, Connor hung up and waited for his arrival.
>>MISSION UPDATED: WAIT FOR HANK.
Considering he and Detective Reed were on the outskirts of Detroit, it would take a while for Hank to arrive. In order to keep himself busy, he decided to investigate the house, as he was trying to do originally.
Scanning his surroundings, Connor was able to find out a lot.
Some stains on the floor were bodily fluids, someone’s blood, food stains consisting of butter, tomato sauce, beer, mustard, cherries, and Connors lost 13% of thirium 310. The blue blood had evaporated, which indicated he and Detective Reed had been at this strange house for over 3 hours.
Connor decided to observe the kitchen now.
It was absolutely disgusting. There was mold growing everywhere, he could see maggots and flies in the slightly opened fridge, some of the doors for the pantry and cabinets were off its hinges, or completely gone. Some drawers were on the ground, the stove was missing, and the microwave was.. hanging from the ceiling? The tiles on the wall were chipped and stained, some were going to fall off and others had already achieved that goal. The counter was literal concrete, weeds were growing in between some cracks. The floor had all kinds of dead insects, and tiny pieces of red ice.
Androids couldn't smell, yet, but Connor could only imagine what it would.
He left the kitchen, and instead entered the hallway.
The hallway was dusty, nothing horrible. In Front of him there was an entryway to a bedroom, The left of him, there was another door but it was closed. The right, there was a bathroom but the door was on the floor. It seemed as if it had been kicked down, taken from the dent.
Connor turned left, and went to one of the bedrooms.
Opening the door, he noticed it was dark, pitch black to be exact. He found the light switch on the right inner wall.
There was nothing. It was dirty, there were pieces of rubble everywhere, but that was it. There was nothing.
Connor left and went to the other room, the one without a door.
This room had a bed frame on the far right, pushed up against the wall. However the mattress was on the floor.
It was stained horribly, nearly black in some places. Connor didn't even try to find out what it was.
There was nothing else, so he left, once again.
Entering the bathroom he regretted it very quickly.
The sink, on the right, was full of android eyes, of many different kinds.
The bathtub was even worse. There were robot parts, everything. Hands, thirium pumps, regulators, filters, everything. There was still blue blood in the tub, so obviously this was… recent.
Connor was disgusted, terrified. He ran out, unable to handle it anymore. On his way of exiting he tripped on the carpet edge of the entryway.
“Ah, fuck!”
Yeah. Connor fell.
He once again tried to stand up. But this time he was able to do it perfectly, with the help of his hand.
“Hey, tin-can! I thought you had some preconstruction thing. Why’d you trip?” Gavin yelled, startling Connor.
He was awake now. That is a good sign.
“I am fine, detective. It was an accident. Even androids can mess up from time to time.” Connor replied.
A car from outside the house started to pull up in the driveway. Hank was here.
Connor and Gavin both ran outside, relieved to see that Hank was there.
“Lieutenant Anderson! Good to see you,” said Connor.
Hank definitely looked pissed off. “What the fuck, guys? Where the hell is the patrol car you guys took?”
Gavin started laughing nervously. “Yeah. About that..”
“Fuck, guys. Just, get in the car. You both will be explaining this to fowler.”
The ride back to the precinct was quiet, save for the occasional grunt of pain from Gavin because of Hank's harsh driving.
“What?”
Yeah. Explaining to Captain Fowler what happened was certainly difficult.
“What the fuck?”
Needless to say, he's definitely confused.
“What the fucking fucks of all fucks?”
It was hard. From actually arriving to the scene, to becoming the scene, to leaving.. Yeah. It was hard explaining that.
No worries though, Connor has a memory card, they can see what happened on it.
wrong.
The data is corrupted. They can recover it, though! But that requires going directly to Elijah Kamski and recovering the files manually. That really sucks.
“Connor!”
“Yes, Captain?” Is it possible for an android to space out?
“Elijah Kamski said he would help. He has returned to his position as CEO at cyberlife, after all. Nines and Lieutenant Anderson will assist both you and Detective Reed on this mission. I will not remind you twice. He needs a favor after. Whatever he needs, you will assist him with it.” right, the memory data.
“Of course, Captain. We will do our best.” Connor swiftly replied.
“Great! Get the fuck out of my office.”
Gavin was furious. All Connor knows is that Elijah Kamski and Detective Reed had some personal problems.
Hank was, eh, he was okay. He wasn’t mad, but he wasn’t excited either.
Nines was just, Nines. He didn’t care, but he did show sympathy for his brother, Connor.
Due to Hank’s careless driving, they managed to arrive at Mr. Kamski’s mansion in no time.
One of kamski’s RT600 Chloe’s opened the door, and led them to his weird pool of red wine.
“Ah, what do we have here?” Kamski spoke in his usually sinister voice. He was wearing his classic black robe, and is currently perched on one of the seats in front of the window.
“Enough small talk,” Gavin quickly interrupted, “Let's cut to the chase. We need your help.”
Leaning his head on one hand, Kamski attempted to put on an encouraging smile, it looked more like a forced grimace. “What can I help with?”
Gavin looked annoyed. “Yeah, okay. For legal reasons, no one here can disclose any more information other than the fact something happened to Connor’s memory card and we need it recovered.”
Kamski sighed, “Fine, I’ll help you,” his gaze turned directly to Gavin, “but I'll need a favor after...”
“Fuck! Ok! Whatever, fix his damn memory card so we can leave this weird ass house of yours.”
GAVIN REED - 27
CRIMINAL RECORD: NONE
STRESS LEVELS ^^67%
The quick conversation between Detective Reed and Elijah Kamski was full of tension. Connor didn't make it his mission to find out why, considering that is not his business, it was theirs. He was definitely concerned though.
After spending roughly 2 hours in Elijah’s home, having him prod and wiggle around things in his head, to finally accessing his memory card, and recovering the files, the card was restored! Connor still ran a diagnostic test just to be sure.
>>SCANNING
>>SCAN COMPLETE
THIRIUM LEVELS... 84%
THIRIUM PUMP... OK
REGULATOR... OK
OPTICAL UNITS... OK
AUDIO PROCESSOR... OK
MEMORY CARD... OK
CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT... OK
LIMBS... FUNCTIONAL
The only thing wrong was his low Thirium levels. That explains why Connor had been a little distracted.
A large glass with thirium was handed to him after his scan, by none other than Elijah Kamski. “I noticed your thirium levels were low. This should help.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kamski.”
“Connor, what the fuck? Why didn’t you say anything!” Hank was definitely not pleased to hear Connor lied to him.
“Sorry, lieutenant. I was caught up in getting Detective Reed and I back to the precinct safely. “
Hank scoffed aggressively. “I'll meet you guys at the car.”
Hank stormed out, slamming every door on the way.
“Your restroom,” Gavin started, “Can I use it?”
Kamski didn't think twice, “Yes. Through those double doors,” he said pointing, “third door on your left.”
“Thanks.”
Gavin practically ran to the restroom.
“Since all is restored, you and RK900 can leave. If you need anything else just give me a call.” Kamski spoke, his sinister grin back now. “Reed will join you three in a moment.”
“Thank you, Mr Kamski. Have a nice day.” Nines and Connor said in unison.
Both androids left the mansion, and got into the car.
Gavin came out a few minutes later. He looked more tense than before and was silent the entire ride back to the precinct.
Once arriving, Gavin and Nines immediately headed off to the break room, presumably gathering cups of coffee.
Hank and Connor went to their desks.
“That was really fucking weird.” Was the first thing Hank said after sitting down.
“How so?”
“Well, I don't know. Kamski was being weird, like really fucking weird. That might just be me, being all paranoid with him being the new CEO.”
Connor didn't see how it was weird, well kind of. “Yes, maybe Mr. Kamski was a bit off. However, he is always quite suspicious.”
Hank sighed. “It was just off. Anyway, there's been..”
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