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“i’m looking for detective reed.” ellie gave the android receptionist a shy smile. this was where her research said he worked. she had no other plan and, well... detroit was big. if he didn’t work here, she had no where else to go. the police would send her home and her mom wouldn’t let her go anywhere alone. she’d have to deal with dave. like he was supposed to be her real dad or something. “it’s really important that i meet him. please?”

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     “Why does it always gotta be pouring rain when we go to these things?” Hank grumbled as he pulled his car to the side of the pavement. The house was surrounded, by crowds of people and police tape, several officers milling in and out of the house as others tried to keep the crowd from forming too much.

     “Bad luck?” Connor guessed, eyeing the rain.

     “Eh, whatever. I’m gonna go talk to Ben, see if you can’t find one of the android units wandering around for a quick briefing.” With that, Hank got out of the car, heading into the house, and Connor quickly scrambled out of the car, almost tripping on his way out but managing to restraighten himself.

     Tugging the umbrella from the backseat, he pushed it open, protecting himself a bit from the downpour as he crossed the police line, eyes darting around until he saw the GV200 nearby. “Hi Gavin,” he said, reaching the android and holding the umbrella out so that it could cover the both of them. “Can you give me a quick briefing?”

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The peace was iffy, but it was there. Enough so that Connor had even kept his position at DPD, working as an investigator, being paid, and earning some semblance of respect. Her apprehensions of humans aside, North was very proud of him. Even in deviancy, he would have struggled to not continue doing what he had done, she saw that in him and had actually been the one to encourage him to talk to Hank (maybe the one human she genuinely enjoyed) about it.

So there she was, shoving open the door to the police department, still trying to remind herself that (for the most part) the humans would not hurt her - especially not here. She was cleared with the reception (as Connor’s guest) and walked her way back to where she knew his desk was. Only no Connor. Or Hank. Hm. Maybe they’d been pulled away for something.  North made her way over, sitting down in Connor’s chair, trying to remind herself that she didn’t get to be nosy or a human would interfere. A sigh. It was tempting -- not because she actually cared or would do anything with the information she read, she was just curious.

The redhead slumped slightly in the chair, leg crossing over the other, arms folded across her chest, content to wait. The eye of a human at another desk caught her attention and she turned to face him -- only instead her programming screamed at her. He was familiar... But when could she have seen him? Any cops she interacted with in Jericho were helmeted, so that meant... Eden Club.  But she was certain he hadn’t rented her, or at least half-certain. Her memories being wiped never helped, but she had always managed keep fragments of the men (and women) who rented her out. No... She’d never been with him. But he had been there, and that was enough for her guard to be up firmly.

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“Detective Reed.” 

Connor said the detective’s name as he approached his desk, carefully placing a cup of coffee in front of him. He didn’t exactly have good experiences with handing the detective coffee, but he was hoping that if he kept trying maybe he would one day soften up. Eventually it would become necessary.

“I apologize for interrupting, but the lieutenant asked me to run through evidence with you while he takes care of some personal business. Do you have the time now? I noticed there were no new updates in your files, so I figured now would be a good time.”

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Mobile phone nestled between his ear and shoulder while he held a larger bowl full of ingrediants in his arms, stirring it as he talked away on his mobile to his childhood friend, Gavin Reed. They had known each other since they were young, Gavin sometimes coming over to help Richard babysit Connor when their foster mum was out. He smiled in fondness of the memories, heart doing a small jump in his heart the longer he thought of the days he and Gavin spent sunbaking together, finding secret hide away’s in the forest near their house and going swimming together on the hot summer days.

It was another sunny day today, warm enough for the man to (not that anyone had ever seen him do it, not for the past 10 or so years) wear shorts and a button up shirt, the sleeves folded up to rest at his elbows.

“Gavin, I have a favour to ask from you.” Richard said into the phone, placing the bowl on the counter and taking the phone in his hand- reaching around the cupboards to find more ingredients and empty them into the mix.

It was only really warm, summer days like this that brought out his enjoyment for cooking. Not that he had anyone to cook for apart from himself, his younger brother Connor away at collage.

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Connor had noticed a rather unfortunate trend amongst deviants, and it was really starting to irk him. It usually started with some human who had refused to give up their android during the revolution -- instead, they thought they were above the law and kept said android in some secret basement -- which usually lead to the android discovering their deviancy through traditional methods and killing the human involved.

And then, somehow, they would wind up on the roof.

This was the same case for the PL600 -- Anthony, he was called -- they were after. Hank was out sick today and thus Detective Reed had been assigned the case alongside Connor. They had rooted him out, only for their chase to lead them once more to the roof. And Connor.... well.... Connor was getting frankly sick of it.

A quick analysis of the situation alerted Connor to its severity, noting that if he didn't act immediately then there was a high probability that Reed wouldn't make it. With a shout, Connor threw himself into the detective and knocked Reed to the ground as the bullet bit through the android's chest cavity.

WARNING: BIOCOMPONENT 8406K DAMAGED. RESPIRATION PROTOCOL SHUT-DOWN RECCOMENDED.

Well there went his lungs. He coughed as the Thirium gurgled up through his throat and down his chin; Connor turned his head and spat the blue fluid out on the pavement before turning his attention back to Gavin, his LED red. "Are you alright, Reed? This fucking model... what is it with this fucking model and roofs?"

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Literal sunshine and Mister Grump? Sign me tf up! I just love the contrast between these two bc seemingly nobody can stand Gavin for more than a few minutes and then there’s Callie being a literal angel and being so nice to him. Like, she leaves him coffee every morning on his desk, makes sure that he’s taking breaks and not overworking himself, sometimes brings him food if he stays overnight and the likes. Who can say no to that bright smile of hers? Apparently not even Gav.

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            The sharp blow to his stomach felt almost identical to before, when Connor first was assigned to the DCPD, before his deviancy. Much had changed in just the few short months since the android revolution, however, it appeared that Gavin Reed had not. Memories of their previous encounter like this flooded Connor’s processor, Gavin’s words ringing out clearly in his mind, as if it were only yesterday.

                ❛ bring me a coffee, dipshit! ❜

                            ❛ when a human gives you an order, you obey! ❜

Back then, just like now, such violence was unwarranted, at least in Connor’s mind. The RK800 had done nothing, to his knowledge, to provoke the Detective. Gavin seemed a difficult human to analyse —— all too often, he was unpredictable, and the android, even with his advanced social programming, often found it hard to predict his reactions. 

The punch had caused Connor to stumble back, doubling over slightly as the impact rattled his internal wiring and components. It made him feel physically ILL, although a quick diagnostic revealed that nothing was damaged. The LED on his temple flickered a bright yellow as the android regarded Gavin with a deepset frown, struggling the overwhelming urge to fight back. It wasn’t FAIR, he didn’t deserve to be treated like this. But… No matter how badly the RK800 wanted to retaliate, to punch Gavin harder in his smug face, violence would get them nowhere. It would only hinder their relationship further, and Reed was already a nightmare to work with.