Connor's first task was to fix things with the DPD. He would be taking over anything and everything android and CyberLife related. All cases were to come through to him before going to anyone else. He could have sent a message to Fowler, explained it all, but he much preferred going in person. Connor always preferred being able to see the person's face when he spoke to them.
The silence in the precinct as he entered was almost defeaning to the human ear, but the RK900 felt a swell of pride somehow. He knew why they seemed to freeze in his presence, why they stared when he wasn't looking and averted their eyes when he met their gazes.
Shoulders back, chin held high, mouth curled ever so slightly with a smirk.
The pair of officers at the front desk looked uneasy as they took note of his credentials and information. Connor's scans indicated the pair were beyond exhaustion, but high levels of caffeine in their systems seemed to be what was keeping them standing. But, before he could comment on their health concerns, they hurried him through and informed him the captain was waiting. Seemed they had much work to do without the help of their androids. The system had become far too dependent on them.
The bullpen looked as it did the last time he was there. Detectives and officers wandering around, though they stopped when he entered. The air around them all even seemed to shift. In the glass box in the back, he could even see Captain Fowler stop and stand, watching him.
But, before Connor approached him, he had another place to stop. A now empty desk, only coffee rings on the desk and tape residue on the white board to show someone was there. He lingered behind the desk. A moment of silence, respect. The late lieutenant had been a great detective, even if he didn't fully believe in himself.
"What exactly do you want?"
The voice was loud, commanding, the one he recognized to be the captain. Connor turned to face him, stepping closer, crossing the still silent floor and sea of detectives now starting to circle. Even the pair from the front desk had joined.
"I simply come bearing good news," Connor's tone was almost jovial, "You are hereby relieved of all android duties and assignments. CyberLife will be taking care of its own reports and issues from here out."
Fowler scrunched his nose slightly, standing just feet away from the machine before him, "Fine. I'm short-staffed as it is, this will be easier on us."
"I only ask that you forward them all to me directly. And this goes for all of you," Connor turned now, icy stare catching every set of human eyes in the room, "An android so much as disobeys an order from its owner, I want to know. You all have my number" --his LED flickered yellow as he sent a mess text to the entire precinct, even those not present that day, with his information-- "I look forward to working with you all in the future."
Connor turned, starting to walk back towards the door with his hands folded behind his back. He shouldered past a couple detectives still staring flabbergasted at their phone screens.
"Is that it?!" One of the younger officers spoke up, stepping forward as she called out the the android, "Are you really such a cold hearted machine that you can't even treat us like people? Are we really just an ends to a means for you? Like the lieutenant was?"
Connor's heels clicked hard down in the doorway, the toe of one shoe hitting harder as he stopped his step. She was questioning his feelings, his very emotions. But, he was, in fact, a machine. And they were, actually, a means to an end. Curious, he tilted his head and turned back half way to look her way, "Yes. Is that what you want to hear?"
The officer couldn't speak as the tears were starting to fall down her cheeks. She hadn't expected that answer. Or, maybe she did and the truth just hit harder than she wanted it to. As Connor started to walk out again, it was all they could do to watch.
And the deviant hunter was on the prowl once more.
Senses heightened.
Memory uncorruptable.
Strength unmatched-- except by those of his own model.
Messages from CyberLife always came with the trailing scent of freshly picked roses, still moist with morning dew. They were spoken in the voice of a woman he had never met in person, but whose face he knew better than his own. Hers was more comforting than any human, or machine even, he’d ever had the pleasure to work with. Even scolding or disappointed, she was there for him, leading him down the right path to where he needed to be. She had never let him down, so it was only fair that he do the same.
Good, Connor. You are doing well.
The message was all that he was greeted with on that particular morning. There was little time to waste, CyberLife was still combing through the city to find any current generation of machines that may have been corrupted, as well as those who weren’t. They had reason to believe some may have slipped through the cracks, and thats where Connor came in. His duty and objective was the hunt down and destroy deviants, returning their bodies to CyberLife for further study.
