You all drove for a long time. The retirement home was across the city, so it took a while to get there. The entire time you were next to Connor. He knew you were conflicted and you were nervous about finding Jamison. No matter what, it seemed either ending was a bad one. If he was the one, then you'd found him, but he had gotten away with it for so many years and he only had so much of his life left. And if he wasn't and he knew who had done it, then it was another hunt for a new person. No matter what, it seemed things wouldn't get better.
Connor just held you by your waist, one arm around you. It kept you both close together. You were glad he was so willing to be caring with you. It really did make you feel better. Being next to him always helped. You closed your eyes and let your mind wander. You let yourself remember some of your first missions with Connor. You remembered the roof and saving Hank. You smiled a little at the memories. You were glad you had them. You remembered they day Oreon was shot. You frowned a little. You had Connor's memories of the day now. You had never asked Oreon why he did it. You had seen the rage in his eyes when looking into Connor's shared memories. One question still remained. Why? Why had that happened?
Connor's POV
I held her close to me. I didn't want her to find out, but I had risked scanning over her and I saw that her stress levels were higher than they should be. It was a very uncomfortable fact. That never settled well with me. I wondered what would happen if her stress levels reached 100. What would she do? Would she act like an android and try to self-destruct, or would she act like a human and break down emotionally. It was something I never wanted to find out, yet I wanted to know at the same time.
Everything was always a mystery with her. I could never be sure how she was going to react. IT was actually one of the reasons I loved being with her. There was always something new to be done or said. I can predict other android and I can adapt to human unpredictability, but she is correct when she says that she's not human. I was programmed to handle deviants but it was in a....different way. I would never hurt or threaten (Y/n). My job was to protect her and keep her happy, no matter what I had to do to keep that promise. Of course, I would never kill anyone to keep her happy. First off, why would that make her happy? The only reason it would was if she was furious with that person and she thought they were deserving. Secondly, if she had been corrupted by something. I would try to get her back rather than following whatever power had taken over her. Aside for the beyond irrational like that, I would always do whatever it took to keep her happy.
I suddenly felt her cuddle up closer to me. I glanced down at her, not sure if she did it wanting me to notice or not. I saw her eyes were locked on Oreon. He didn't notice. I cautiously ran a diagnostic on her, wanting to know what was going on with her.
Diagnostic: All health conditions normal.
Emotional status: Stress levels slightly above average at 67% Subject (Y/n) (L/n) appears troubled and deep in thought. Focus point of troubles and thoughts: Android known as Oreon.
I was curious why Oreon was troubling her. He wasn't even doing anything. I decided I'd ask her later about it. For now, it was best to try and pull her out of it. Since neither Hank nor Oreon was looking. I turned and kissed her neck. Her breath hitched in surprise and her eyes widened. Her head snapped to look at me. I grinned a little at her as she started blushing. She looked like a little girl who had never been kissed before. It was adorable. I held back my chuckle though. I didn't want to others seeing this. I was glad neither of them was paying any attention. I leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her eyes shot even wider, but she kissed back and her eyes then fluttered closed. I closed my eyes for a moment, but I kept one open to check and make sure neither had noticed. I saw Oreon was looking around outside since we were at a stoplight.
I pulled away, leaving (Y/n) blushing, flustered, and pretty stunned. I allowed myself to chuckle quietly. It was just then Oreon looked in the rearview mirror. He was mainly checking the car behind us. I acted casual, keeping my expression neutral as I looked out the window. He paid no mind to us and I grinned in victory.
Mission: Success
No, it wasn't much of a mission, but it was still successful. Besides, I had learned to let every small victory count. After all, it added up the point on the good side for whenever bad ones occurred. It was one positive way to look at it.
After a few more minutes, we finally arrived at the building. I got out first and (Y/n) followed after me. I took her hand and I walked inside beside her as we followed behind Hank and Oreon. I felt her grip grow tighter as we walked past the doors. I used my thumb to gently rub her hand, trying to reassure her silently. It seemed to work since her grip loosened a bit. We walked up to the woman at the counter.
"Excuse us, Miss, but we're looking for a Mr. Jamison Flint." Hank said.
"Oh. Well, it is visiting hours so I suppose you can go see him. Follow me." She said. We all followed after the woman and she led us to a room that was labeled room Class A: R.N. 16
She knocked on the door and called for Jamison that he had visitors. A gruff-ish voice called back a reply to let us in. She opened the door and stepped aside to let us in. I thanked her as we walked past. With that, she left us to visit and shut the door. I heard higher pitched voices and I turned. I saw two young girls doing some sort of foot dance together in front of a phone that was playing music and recording them. I then spotted Jamison watching in a wheelchair with a gentle smile in the corner of the room. He looked at us once they finished. The younger girl giggled happily and the older girl chuckled at her spryness as she picked up the phone and they both sat against the wall together, looking over the short recording. Neither of them paid any mind to us.
"You think it's good this time, Zyra?" The younger girl asked.
"Yeah. You nailed it this time, Cinder!" She encouraged. I smiled a little. The older girl looked fairly normal, but I could see that there was more to her than what was being let on. There was just something about her that made me want to know more. Still, she looked normal and it was all I needed to know for the time being.
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(I'll get art of Cinder up soon. This is Zyra. She's 5'4" and her younger sister, Cinder, is 4'11". Cinder has short hair, same color skin, different colored eyes, and she has some colored highlights in her hair. You'll see later, but rn Imma get back to the story.)
The four of us walked over to Jamison. I suspected that he wasn't the killer. He just didn't look like he would do that kind of thing. Then again, many people didn't look fit for things, yet they still did them. He looked at the four of us with a smile.
"Don't mind them. They're always recording themselves doing funny dances for this app called TikTok. They think it's fun to do whatever they say is trending. I'll never understand those two, heheh."
"Sir, we have to ask you about some events that happened a few years ago." Hank said. Jamison looked at you.
"I had a feeling you'd come eventually. You're harder for them to get rid of then they expected. It's time you all knew the truth."
