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3. Good Cop, Bad Cop... Robo Cop?

"They've finished booking and processing the android," you begin. "they're putting him in an interrogation room for questioning now."

Connor merely nods and allows you to lead him down the hallway to a room far down. You stop before the door and press your palm flat against the scanner posted beside it. A strobe lights up and bounces from top to bottom, matching your handprint to its database before the door slides open and reveals to him a dark grey room barren of anything save for a small counter and two chairs. A large window takes up an entire wall of the room, looking into the interrogation room where the deviant sits idly. Hank sits across from it, snapping his fingers at the android, trying to provoke it to speak—to no avail. Back in the room on the other side of the mirror, one chair sits vacant while the other is occupied by the officer from the crime scene Connor had identified as Chris Miller. A third man in a brown jacket, grey shirt, and jeans leans against the wall, his eyes tearing away from the deviant through the glass and to the pair of you. A scar adorned his face, diagonally tearing across his nose. A bit like your own. Your scar, however, was more faded with age, less noticeable in most lights. It ran from your cheekbone below the edge of your eye and down towards the corner of your mouth, fading out by the nose. A bit more jagged, as well. Straightening, the man turns towards you, his DPD badge flashing on his belt as he offers you a lukewarm greeting.

"Well, well," he calls your name. "Nice of you to finally join us." The man jerks his head towards Connor. "Who's the new toy?"

"My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by CyberLife," Connor introduces himself. "It's nice to meet you, Detective Reed." 36 years old, born October 7, 2002. No criminal record, employed by the DPD seven years ago.

Reed's lip curls and his brows furrowed in irritation at Connor's brushoff from the passive insult.

"Does it look like I was talking to you, asshole?" he snarls, stalking towards the oblivious android. Just as he gets in Connor's face, a hand comes between the two and shoves him back into the wall he was slinked against – and not too gently either.

"Leave him be, Gavin." you warn.

"What, you're seriously gonna defend an android?" he spits.

"He's working with me and Hank, so yes. I'd rather not fill out paperwork for damaged equipment."

The door to the theater room slides open and the scene is cut short.

"Ya ya ya ya," Hank babbles. "Enough of your stupid tantrums. We're wasting our time here trying to interrogate a machine and you picking fights won't get it to talk!"

"You could always try roughing it up a little," Reed suggests. He throws a pointed look at Connor, a dark tone in his voice. "After all, it's not human..."

"Androids don't feel pain," Connor refutes, still oblivious to Reed's hostility. "You would only damage it and that wouldn't make it talk. Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they're in stressful situations–" Reed cuts him off.

"Okay smartass! What should we do then?"

Connor pauses for a moment before he offers his solution. "Why don't I try questioning it?"

Reed barks out in laughter at the incredulous idea as if it were not even fathomable. The Lieutenant, however, thought differently and shrugged his shoulders.

"Why not?" He calls your name, ordering you to accompany Connor, and motions to the door. "Go ahead, suspect's all yours."

You know better than to protest your superior when given direct orders, but—though you disagree with Reed's treatment of the android—even you have your own reservations about working hand in hand with him. He seems as competent as any other model, but how exactly will this prototype perform in precarious situations such as these? Unlike the more common androids, Connor is not designed simply to take and perform orders, but rather to analyze scenes, restructure events, work closely with human officials, and adapt to rapidly changing situations as the case is solved in real time. There are limitless possibilities of the different malfunctions that can occur with his model which could result in a setback or even someone getting hurt.