Useless (Gavin Reed x [Android] Reader)

Fifty

Unsurprisingly, Reed stormed into the precinct, barely keeping his tears in check. But he'd also brought Biscuit with him, not wanting to leave the dog at home if he didn't know when he'd return.

Both Connor and Hank looked up when the two rushed in, all of the case details laid out once more, but now including everything the RK800 could glean from your messages. When Gavin came to a stop beside them, his face tried to break again, but the prototype gripped his shoulder, taking the canine's lead out of his owner's grasp. "We will find her," Connor murmured. "Captain Fowler has six patrol vehicles out already, all on the lookout for an ARC van."

"I'll fucking slaughter every last one of them," he gasped, both hands on the desk and leaning heavily on them. A large paw rose and scratched at Reed's leg; instead of brushing Biscuit away, the detective leaned over and gave the good boy some attention.

"Where the fuck are we starting?" Hank broke the uneasy silence. "I've never heard of ARC, and I've lived here all my damn life."

"A recycling center certainly seems benign enough to hide in the open," his partner added, gazing down at a map of Detroit he'd also grabbed.

ARC. Recycling. New.

Clues. Bad for Miss Nove.

Businesses good for the city, like the shelter.

.... FLYERS.

Gavin stood straight up so quickly that the lieutenant flinched. "Flyers. They fucking left flyers all over the goddamn city. A new recycling center, I even saw one at the shelter when she found Biscuit." A hand ran through his hair, his stomach churning in his anxiety. "I'm dead sure there were some flyers on the walls of the alleyway, where we found the last victim."

"Then they left a calling card, but did those flyers have any clues?" The android's LED seemed to be stuck on yellow, but then again he was your "father".

Gavin's phone began to ring, but his heart sank to find it wasn't you. He answered anyways. "Yeah?"

"What the hell is going on? What's this ARC she messaged us about?" Elijah was pacing in his office, back in CyberLife. "Do you have anything to go on?"

"It's some new kind of recycling center, but I don't fucking know what they're doing with androids," Reed bemoaned. "They've got flyers everywhere, but... I just......"

"Okay, okay," the taller brother replied quietly. "Let me look into them. I'll get whatever information I can find and send it to you. Are you at the precinct?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Good. Give me ten minutes and I'll call the conference room. I'll do the research; YOU try to figure out where she might be."

Struggling not to last out, Reed succeeded for the most part. "How the fuck am I supposed to do that when we don't--"

"What language do they speak?"

Thrown way off course, the detective frowned. "What the fuck does that mean? How would I know?!"

"Better find out," Eli said before simply hanging up.

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In the conference room, Gavin was pacing around the large table while the RK800 was setting up the screen for Kamski's call in several minutes.

Language. What the fuck does......

He fumbled but pulled his phone out, hoping against hope that if he messaged you, the bastards wouldn't intercept it. But it finally hit him: Language. [Puoi dirmi dove sei?]