Conflicting orders - Connor X Reader

Succession.

Three bodies in the room: Chris Miller, Gavin Reed, and, of course, Connor.

They watched silently as Hank attempted to interrogate Ortiz's android.

"Why'd you kill him? What happened before you took that knife?" Hank questioned, only to be met with silence. The android stared down at the cuffs securing it to the table.

Hank looked to the side at the one-way mirror where behind it, his coworkers all stood. The frustration on his face was evident. He turned back to the android in front of him.

"How long were you in the attic? Why didn't you even try to run away?"

He snapped his fingers in front of the deviant, trying to get some sort of reaction, but alas, nothing. He turned his head back to the mirror, giving his coworkers a sort of 'can you believe this?' look. He slammed his hands down onto the table in frustration.

"Say something, goddamnit!" That was his last attempt before he stood up and made his way out of the room to join the people on the other side.

"Fuck it, I'm outta here..."

Connor watched as Hank stormed in, frustrated. "We're wasting our time interrogating a machine, we're getting nothing out of it!" he said, making his way over to a chair before grumpily plopping down in it.

"Could always try roughing it up a little. After all, it's not human..." said Gavin. Gavin's an asshole. Everyone in the office knows it. He's rude and unpredictable, and he'll do things just to piss you off, but he's a damn good detective. Probably why he's still got a job. He'd received many disciplinary infractions over the years, and he had a pretty big file, not as big as Hank's, however. Hank was a damaged man.

Connor turned to him with his collected demeanor. "Androids don't feel pain. You would only damage it, and that wouldn't make it talk."

His tone had sort of an 'I know more than you do' sound to it, which was deserved because he did.

"Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they're in stressful situations."

"OKAY, SMARTASS," Gavin approached from his spot leaning on the wall, clearly upset by Connor even speaking in the same room as him. "What should we do, then?"

Connor, however, wasn't fazed by his nasty attitude. He turned back to the glass, looking at the deviant. "I could try questioning it."

Which was met with obnoxious laughter from Gavin, and only Gavin, before he returned to his place in the back of the room, leaning on a wall, arms crossed.

Hank shrugged. "What do we have to lose?" He sounded tired, as always. He turned to Connor. "Go ahead, suspect's all yours," he gestured to the deviant behind the glass.

Connor entered the interrogation room. He was going to get a confession.

He quickly reviewed the case file before sitting in the chair across from the deviant.

He analyzed it. He needed its stress to go up. It was the only way to get a confession out of it.

He slid the file in the middle of the table, before reopening it up for the deviant to see.

"You recognize him? It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed, 28 times," he flipped through the pictures to reveal one of something written on a wall. It read 'I AM ALIVE'. "That was written on the wall in his blood..." he spoke, pointing to the picture.

The deviant didn't speak. However, its level of stress increased.

"I detect an instability in your program," he tried speaking softly, a hint of understanding in his voice. Of course, it was just a tactic to get a confession. He was playing 'Good cop', if you will. "It can trigger an unpleasant feeling, like fear in humans."