@anxious-rk
It was rare to find, these moments to herself, patrolling the city of Detroit without the company of another. The city flickers with life, the night lit up by LED and neon flashes, dousing the snow in an artificial hue. People seek out the light, huddled together and paces quick as they shuffle towards it’s colour. A beacon and promise of shelter, of warmth from the ice in their bones. Tina observes them as she drives past, following the new route assigned to her. Her shoulders were stiff with tension, on high alert after recent events.
Multiple reports of missing android cases all throughout Detroit . LEDs snuffed out, lost to the city as it covers their tracks in sheets of snow. They had been disappearing for weeks now, no sign of them only to turn up a few days later, discarded, used, and drained of all thirium. It was civillian cases at first. A prostitute, a gardener, a nanny. But the anonymous movement behind these attacks got bolder, hungrier for more. Soon it was a nurse, a doctor and finally... an officer.
Connor had been missing for days now, closely nearing to a week and that fact fueled the DCPD’S efforts. Splitting teams into seperate patrols to find any trace of the missing RK800, much like herself, hoping to find him before the worst.
Tina’s route leads her down by the docks, slowly pulling past until she slows down, immediately dimming her lights. She spots a flicker of movement and a flicker of light to match between forklifts and shipping containers, flashlights that didn’t belong in the iron jungle before her. Tina stops the car, reporting the suspicious sighting back to the station before being given permission to proceed. She steps out, drawing her gun immediately as she weaves through the loading bays, creeping quietly towards the disturbance.
