Saturday November 6th 2038 - 3:20 pm
"Uh, Connor?" The android jumped at the sound of Uncle Hank's voice, his yellow LED going back to blue. "You ran out of batteries or what?" he called. I stood next to him with my arms crossed, looking around at the sketchy abandoned apartment floor. "I'm sorry, I was making a report to Cyberlife," he replied. "Uh huh..." It was silent after that, and I looked at both of them awkwardly; "Well do you plan on staying in the elevator?" Uncle Hank asked in annoyance. "No!" I couldn't help but giggle; "I'm coming." I followed Uncle Hank down the hall, and he eyed me; "What are you giggling at?" he muttered. I held my hands up in surrender, zipping my lip; "So what do we know about this guy?" he called to Connor as he joined us. "Not much, just that a neighbour reported that he heard strange noises coming from this floor."
I looked around, curling into myself at the eerie feel of this place; "Nobody's supposed to be living here, but the neighbour said he saw a man hiding an LED under his cap." I just rolled my eyes, stopping with Uncle Hank next to the suspected apartment. "For christ's sake, if we have to investigate every time someone hears a strange noise, we're going to need more cops," Uncle Hank grumbled. I looked back at Connor, who was standing behind me; "Were you really making a report back there in the elevator? Just by closing your eyes?" I asked curiously. "Correct," he confirmed simply. I scoffed; "Shit...wish I can do that," I mumbled. I looked down at my hand; "I'm already getting there anyway," I added to myself. Connor walked forward, knocking calmly on the door, but there was no answer. He knocked harder and louder; "Anybody home?" he called.
I snorted a little in amusement - like the suspect would actually answer. "Open up! Detroit Police!" he called again. At that, the sound of something being knocked over made us all jump; "Stay behind me, you two," Uncle Hank said, taking out his gun. "Got it," we answered in union, and I involuntarily blushed in embarrassment. Uncle Hank kicked open the door, pushing forward inside while I hid behind Connor; Uncle Hank kicked open another door, instantly being swarmed by pigeons. "What the fuck is this?!" he yelled, swatting them away while I quietly snickered at him. I walked into the apartment behind him but instantly gagged; "I don't know what's worse, the smell from this place or from Ortiz's place," I muttered. I wandered around, flinching whenever the pigeons would fly out of my way; "Looks like we came for nothing, our man's gone," Uncle Hank said.
"At least have some faith, Uncle," I said, peeking around at the broken closet doors. I looked at the wall, seeing very labyrinth-like symbols painted on the wall - I wonder what these are..? Connor appeared next to me, looking over the symbols and a poster on the wall, then curiously ripping it off, revealing a hole. "What are you doing?" I asked, arching a brow. He reached into the hole and shockingly pulled out a small leather book; "Finding evidence," he replied with a shrug. He opened it, but frowned; "Found something?" Uncle Hank called. "I don't know," Connor replied, unsure. "It looks like a notebook, but it's indecipherable," he replied. I smirked; "I thought androids were supposed to know everything," I teased lightly, earning an eye roll. I went back to the closet, opening it a little to look inside, but frowned when I saw nothing.
I moved away from the wall, heading over to the makeshift kitchen; I kicked open the pigeon shit-stained fridge door, seeing not a trace of food inside. "No food in here, could very well be an android," I said out loud. Uncle Hank didn't reply, instead just complained about the pigeons, which made me roll my eyes; I looked over at the bathroom as Connor walked in, but I made the very wise decision to not follow. I looked over at the pile of clothes on a table next to the bathroom, and I inspected what looked to be a military jacket. "R.T., initials maybe?" I mumbled. I moved over to a small wooden stand as I continued to search, and I found a small plastic card. I took it, reading over the information: Rupert Travis, the name of our suspect. I flipped the card over, inspecting it closely; "This doesn't look like a real license," I concluded, putting it down.
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Shades of Colours
ActionHer parents murdered by their android who turned deviant, wanting to feel the thrill of the kill. She ran to Uncle Hank's house for help, and he immediately called the police. Her uncle tried to be there for her, being that he was a detective and aw...