SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

four ━ hostile and tense

"What data are you hoping to get out of this bullshit deal anyway?"

"CyberLife is looking to assess whether my detective capabilities are in accordance to the standard."

"Did you hear that, boys?" Jackson laughed and stepped back once more. "Little android wants to be a detective," he gestured in a mocking fashion towards Connor.

"Androids do not have wants, officer," he attempted to correct his clear misconception. "I was designed to be of aid within police stations. My purpose is to help in solving cases."

"Right," the man before him puffed with disbelief, mimicking with poor sarcasm a sentiment of understanding he clearly lacked. "You heard the plastic," he turned towards the nearest officer. "Have we got any cases for him, Bobby?"

The officer in question was sipping on his coffee leisurely before being addressed directly. There was a clear look of confusion written across his face, as if he was trying to convey a bewildered 'Cases? Since when do those come in plurals?'.

"There's only Miss Carter's missing boy," Officer Brady chimned in, as he has been listening to the conversation from the door, causing a look of panic to flash over Bobby's face at the mention of that name.

"Shouldn't you be on security duty right now?" Jackson scolded Brady with a glare, prompting the younger man to retreat back to the hallway.

"There's a missing person case?" Connor inquired.

"Would hardly call it that," Bobby mumbled.

"Don't ruin the android's day now," Jackson approached Bobby's desk and rummaged freely through his papers until he found the single page missing person report on the kid. He turned around and pushed the paper into Connor's chest, "If Connor wants a case, we'll give him a case. Bet you could find Carter's son in no time, ain't that so, android?"

Too perplexed by why the humans weren't looking for the missing child, Connor remained silent to the provoking question.

"Well, have at it. Test your skills, get your data," Jackson shrugged. "Case is all yours. Solve it and don't bother me no more, alright?"

"May I use a desk?"

The contrast between Jackson's passive aggressive approach fueled by sheer annoyance and Connor's inherent passive nature struck the human full on. Did he hope to strike a nerve? Connor wondered, though he truly wished that was not the case; humans, even if enstranged from technology advancements as this town seemed to be, should still be able to distinguish a machine from one of their own. Machines can't be as easily riled up by human behaviour, if at all.

"Take mine over there," he pointed vaguely to the back of the room. "I don't need it."

"Thank you, officer," Connor nodded, holding the piece of paper down. "I will get right on it."

He registered Bobby and the other officers' amusement sparked by his claim, but chose to ignore it entirely. There was something about this case that had the humans stray away from doing their jobs and actually being on the trail of the missing child, something Connor couldn't begin to understand without assuming they were all vile men with no sense of duty whatsoever.

As soon as he sat down at Officer Owens' desk, he gave it a quick scan for anything that may be of use in the future, or simply to piece out what sort of man he was going to work with — it was important to profile him early and do so thoroughly.

The first item on his desk that stood out to him was the framed picture of him and his twin daughters. It had a date on it, putting it five years ago. According to the database at his disposal, one of the girls died in a car crash, the same year the photo was taken. The other had no such records, so it seemed she was still alive, currently sixteen years old.