Conflicting orders - Connor X Reader

Finally, a chase!

You pointed your guns around the room, securing each corner.

"Ugh... Jesus, this place stinks..."

And yes, while you were focused, you couldn't help but laugh at that.

You proceeded into the next room, and it was empty.

"Hm, looks like we came here for nothing... Tsk, what a waste of adrenaline..." you said, reholstering your gun. "Yup, our man's gone..." Hank sighed, following suit.

Hank, practically gagging from the stench of stale bird air, quickly opened a window. "I need some fresh air..." he sighed, sticking his head out the window to breathe.

You stood next to him, leaning on the window as you continued playing your game.

Connor quickly got to work, looking for clues, like always; he was going to complete his mission, no distractions. And of course, he quickly found something.

He took notice of an urban farm poster on the wall; the corner was slightly rolled back unnaturally. He swiftly peeled it off the wall, revealing a giant hole.

 Inside was a small notebook. He opened it up, flipping through it, squinting his eyes in confusion as his LED spun. "Found somethin'?" Hank asked, seeing the book in his hand. He turned around, facing Hank. "I don't know... It looks like a notebook but it's... indecipherable."

"Hm..." Hank responded, though you weren't really sure that was a response.

Connor walked over to a table, ushering a pigeon to the side, revealing a box of bird seeds. He picked it up, scanning it. Clearly, whoever was here was caring for the pigeons. He then looked in the fridge, finding it completely empty. The suspect didn't eat; they were definitely dealing with a deviant.

He turned to the bookshelf, which was barren aside from a few old books and a driver's license for a person who didn't exist. "The driver's license is fake," Connor announced out loud, placing it back down onto the shelf.

"Cool, at least we didn't come for nothing," you said, unenthusiastically pumping your fist.

Connor turned to look at you. The sunlight perfectly shone on you, highlighting your beauty. You had a calm look on your face as you played your game. The wind blew lightly, blowing your hair into your vision. You sighed in annoyance, tucking it back behind your ear.

For a moment, Connor stood staring at you, his LED spun, before he snapped out of it, turning to find more clues. Although now, a perturbed look rested on his face. While he was thinking about the mission, he was also thinking about you. Like how much he wanted to look back at you, but what he wanted wasn't important.

Hank began looking for clues too, so you figured you would as well. You walked into the bathroom.

"R.T. Probably initials," you heard from where you just came.

"He put his initials on his jacket? That's something your mom does when you're in first grade..."

You chuckled; you seriously didn't know if Hank knew he was funny or not. You were turning around when something twinkling in the light caught your attention.

 You walked over to the sink, observing. "Yo, the guy's LED's in the sink, featuring, therium," you smirked. "Eh, well more like therium featuring, LED." You said that part to yourself.

"Not surprised it was an android. No human could live with all these fuckin' pigeons..." Hank grumbled.

Connor walked in, standing beside you. He looked down at the sink and swiped the blue blood with his two fingers before placing it in his mouth.