Conflicting orders - Connor X Reader

Underestimated.

Aug 15th 2038
 8:29 PM

The elevator slowly ascended up the building. The only other sound heard was the flicking of a single coin parading through calculated fingers: Connor, an RK800 model android, the first of its kind.

With dark brown hair perfectly slicked back, aside from one rebellious lock of hair that lay lazily on his temple, his brown eyes stared forward, his demeanor calm and focused.

He caught the coin between his middle and index fingers just as the elevator stopped at the top floor. He straightened his tie, and the doors opened, revealing an FBI agent standing to the side, rifle in hand.

"Negotiator on site. Repeat, negotiator on site," he spoke into his earpiece, proceeding further down the hallway. Connor stepped out of the elevator and approached a fish lying on the floor. It had jumped out of its tank, a small creature, weak and fragile; dependent on humans to live.

He knelt down and placed the fish back in its tank, watching curiously as it swam away; His attention was broken away from said fish as a woman in hysterics was being pulled from the scene by an FBI agent.

"No, stop... I... I... I can't leave her!"

the woman cried before she noticed Connor. She rushed up to him.

"Oh, oh please, please, you gotta save my little girl!"

 She looked him up and down, and her look of plea became one of shock and terror.

"Wait... You're sending an android?"

She spoke to the agent, her eyes still trained on Connor before she became more desperate in her begging.

"You can't... you can't do that! You... Wha-"

 Her disdain for the android was apparent as she spat out her words.

"Why aren't you sending a REAL person?!"

 She continued protesting as she was dragged to the elevator and out of the building. Connor turned his attention from her and looked forward. He was ready to continue his mission...

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It was pouring down, the sounds of thunder and lightning booming in the background. A figure stood in front of a storefront; "Jimmy's Bar" read the sign in the window.

Cold raindrops splashed down onto a once crisp and clean uniform, now dirty and dripping wet with rainwater. On the back, the words "ANDROID" were painted clear, and concise. It was Connor. He stood just outside the establishment, a coin flipping in his hand. He placed it into his pocket before proceeding inside, completely ignoring the "no androids allowed" sign on the front door.

He was given dirty looks and side glances upon entering. "Shit, I thought androids weren't allowed in here," someone spoke, but Connor paid no mind. He had one objective, and he was going to complete it.

He scanned the inside of the bar, searching for a specific person, Lieutenant Hank Anderson, and it didn't take long for him to spot him. He walked up to a scruffy old man with his head down and a cup of whiskey in his hand.

"Lieutenant Anderson, my name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife," he spoke, his voice calm and collected just as expected from an android. "I looked for you at the station, but nobody knew where you were. They said you were probably having a drink nearby," he continued speaking to the man in front of him, but he didn't so much as look at him. "I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar," he said, his head lightly tilting to the left.

"What do you want?" Hank said harshly, hoping he'd get to the point. His voice was deep, gravelly, and it fit completely with his appearance.

"You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide, involving a Cyberlife android. In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators. I have been informed of your partner's leave due to severe food poisoning; however, her absence should not affect the investigation, although I do hope she gets better."