Connor x Reader - Altering algorithms (DBH)

Chapter 21: Stay close to your enemies

The next second, the elevator responded, "Voice recognition validated. Access authorized."

A sigh of relief escaped my lips, as the machine now moved down. "Finally," I lightly laughed, earning a chuckle from Connor. He approached me and gently embraced my body, as I returned the movement.

"Good job finishing off that agent." He told me, hence I replied, "Same goes for you."

We stayed like this for a while, until I sensed us arriving at our destination. Softly breaking apart, we stared at the two doors that now opened. Connor shortly covered the input field with his hand again, hacking it so the escalator was blocked.

Meanwhile, I stepped outside, Connor instantly following me. Just now I realized how many androids actually were assembled here. Seeing how many of them were created after the same likeness, I grimaced, feeling sad that they didn't have individual looks. Of course, it didn't truly bewilder me though.

"So, how do you turn them into deviants?" I asked over my shoulder, still inspecting the area.

"I assume I need to connect to them and explain that they are free."

We walked up to the middle of the warehouse, where Connor disabled his skin on his left hand. His eyes shortly lingered on it, as if he was deep in thought.

"You can do it, I believe in you." I encouraged him, putting a hand over his shoulder. Giving me a firm nod, my partner approached one of the androids, grabbing its arm. I watched him in silence, not wishing to interrupt. The unknown man turned around, while Connor linked their minds.

Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice appeared a few feet away from us.

"Easy, fucking piece of shit!.."

I froze and hastily turned around to see Hank in the warehouse as well, together with... Another one of Connor's models. I bit my lip, remembering that CyberLife had created many more androids that had the same appearance as Connor.

"Step back, Connor! You don't move either, detective (L/N)! And I'll spare him." The fake one screamed, still pointing his gun at Hank's head. I didn't move and simply glared at the enemy.

"Sorry, Connor... This bastard's your spittin' image..." Hank hissed underneath his breath. I understood what he meant. It was an unfair game. My partner still held the unfamiliar android's arm.

"Your friend's life is in your hands. Now it's time to decide what matters most! Him... Or the revolution." The fake Connor stated. I was completely thrown out of even being handed a chance to decide. Not that I actually wanted it but perhaps I could use this to my advantage. If the other Connor ignored me, just that could be a way out.

"Don't listen to him! Everything this fucker says is a lie!" Hank yelled.

Connor seemed nervous, whereas I tried to think of a solution even faster.

"I'm sorry, Hank! You shouldn't have got mixed up in all this!"

Despite the horrible situation, it warmed my heart to see my partner that honest with the grey-haired man.

"Forget about me, do what you have to do!" Hank argued, however, I knew, the way Connor was now, he would never sacrifice our other partner.

"I used to be just like you. I thought nothing mattered except the mission... But then one day I understood." Connor glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. He obviously tried convincing the other machine, yet that didn't really appear to work.

"Very moving, Connor... But I'm not a deviant. I'm a machine designed to accomplish a task, and that's exactly what I am going to do!"

"Enough talk! It's time to decide who you really are. Are you gonna save your partner's life? Or are you going to sacrifice him?" The fake Connor exclaimed, turning impatient, moving closer to Hank.