Mikhail Beckett

When he turned his head away, Jedi lowered her shirt again, hoping that she’d gotten the message across. But with Mikhail? Well, sometimes she just wasn’t able to tell what was going through his mind at the moment. She couldn’t tell at this moment either and it was bugging her. A lot. Because she didn’t understand why he wanted to do this job. Was it something to do with the death of his family?

“Mikhail, wait.” She called after him, following him without hesitation. “Stay here.” She threw over her shoulder at Federico. This wasn’t something he had to interfere in. this was a matter for them alone.

Stepping out into the hall, she caught up with him, reaching to gently grasp his arm. “Hey, stop.” She said softly. “I’m sorry. I know, I overstepped. We’re a team and I fucked up by making the call without listening to you.” She lightly tugged his arm, pulling him to a stop and stepping out in front of him. Yeah, she wasn’t afraid to admit that she’d fucked up by calling the shots without listening. Because she had. She stepped closer, lightly setting her hands on his chest. “Talk to me, Mik. Don’t shut me out. What am I not seeing about this job? What am I missing?”

The minute he felt her grab his arm, he jerked it away like scalding hot water had touched him. He was internally shaking from the sudden contact but he kept it down, keeping it from freezing him in a panic. He was still filled with rage, though he could hear his common sense screaming at him to stop. He needed to realize that he basically became scared that Jedi, of all people, touched him and it scared him.

He seemed nervous, just by his demeanor. He wasn’t sure why but given their last encounter, Mikhail’s reaction only might answer his question to whether he was still wanted or not but he would follow Hanks example in this case. As far as he knew Mikhail hadn’t done anything wrong and if his hacking abilities hasn’t hurt anyone, then turning a blind eye to it wouldn’t be so bad.

“I don’t know what you’re capable of playing, pick your favorite?” He suggested, wanting the conversation to remain casual before wanting to bring up a particular question he had on his mind.

“A favorite?”

He chuckled nervously as he tried to think of a song he even liked. Most of the tunes he played were the latest popular ones and just a few of the oldies. It was rare that he would let himself get lost into it as it brought memories he wasn’t ready to remember.

However, he did think of one song. It was a somber one, something he listened to after he had gotten out of the hospital years ago because it was playing at a local shop. He couldn’t remember the words, but the tune... it was memorable.

Given a bit of time had passed and he no longer had access to the DPD’s database, there was no real reason for him to try and bring him in. For all he knew, he had already been re-arrested and dealt with. At worst, if he hadn’t, there wasn’t much he could do about it and given he didn’t know what Mikhail had done at the DPD station. There wasn’t much proof that he had done anything other than turn off the lights.

At the question, the thought had crossed his mind to lie. Many series models looked identical, he hadn’t considered the thought that he could be mistaken for one of those series lines. After all, there was only ten of him made but only two had ever been activated.

“We have, you broke into the DPD and then fled once I began questioning you. You’re capable of doing some interesting things with your phone but I no longer have the authority to arrest you.” He answered, probably too truthfully.

“Can you play a song?” He asked, having only caught him strumming random notes.

He hadn't expected the confession to come out so willingly, especially to the detail. The hacker was a bit embarrassed and wary, though mostly feeling the former much more.

What really put him off was the quick change off subject, namely to what he was doing right now which was playing his guitar. He... wasn't sure what to say for a second. He felt that he wanted to run, despite the android saying that he had no authority. Was that a lie?

"I... uh..."

He cleared his throat for a bit before he asked, "Uh... what song do you want me to play?"

Jedi folded her arms over her chest, watching silently between the two more experienced hacker. She bit at her lip, glancing away, flinching when Federico yelled.

“That’s enough.” She said softly, lifting her gaze up to Federico. “Enough.” This wasn’t going to go over well, what she was planning to say next. Yeah it wasn’t going to go over well. “Mikhail… I’m pulling the plug. We’re not taking this job. Once we leave here, I’ll personally go back to give the money back.”

She stepped up to him, lifting up her shirt in the process, revealing the puckered scars on her stomach. “Remember this? Remember how I got these? Because I went in on a suicide mission. I got out okay, but only because you found me before they did. And I’m sorry, but we’re not going to work a fucking suicide mission for a random run of the mill client that’s a dime a dozen with less dangerous cases.”

Mikhail had turned his head away from the scar she was brandishing towards him, a reminder of what he had pulled her into. However, what really was sticking more than anything was that these people, the ones he considered the closest and most trustworthy of anyone he knew, didn’t want to help him.

Of course, his common sense wasn’t the one who was in charge. Irrationality was in place as he snapped at the two of them, “You guys clearly don’t see how I see it.”

He shrugged as he then headed out, ignoring Federico’s further complaints.

Muse: ARCEEFandom: Transformers Bayverse

The Autobot stretched her bipedal form, having been stuck in her vehicle mode for sometime. She nearly strained her back just a bit, not that it was going to put her in an immobile state.

However, her internal system alerted her to a presence, one that wasn’t human. She become high alert as her servos quickly shifted into her blasters and pointed down at who had tried to ambush her.

What she was greeted with was something… peculiar. 

A human? No, her sensor stated otherwise? A Pretender? If this one was, she couldn’t see which side the belonged.

“Perfect. I need a drink nd you look like you could use one too. I mean, I am assuming that drinks or something was the ultimate end goal to your flirting of course.” He chuckled, moving to lead the way.

“I mean, I’d rather be sober so I don’t end up saying something that... embarrass me more,” he chuckled, moving to walk alongside him as they strolled out to the street.

Part of living was to experience things so he tried not to keep himself too cooped up at Cyberlife Tower. He always liked the sound of music and so did a lot of other androids apparently, having noticed the small group gathering around the man.

If he were to be honest, he’d never of expected to meet Mikhail this way. Maybe finding him and arresting him, thinking about it now, he wondered if the BOLO was still out for him. He did have quite a few questions he wanted to ask him about that day but as it stood, he wasn’t assigned to work with the DPD anymore, thus had no real reason to make his presences known. Much like the other’s, his interest had been in watching, having heard the guitar before but never seen someone play it in person.

“You sound quite good, did it take you long to learn how to play?” He asked casually, he half expected the man to bolt. That's if he remembered him, which was a stupid thought to have crossed his mind. If he didn’t remember the day back at the precinct then he’d know of him because of the media. Everyone should know who the five main leaders of the revolution are, the media focusing more on himself, Markus and North, much to his disdain.

He was ready to run again, though he didn’t want to have to leave his guitar behind. It was a personal keepsake of his. Of course, he did hear what this android had done, or was it someone else? Honestly, he wasn’t sure.

Maybe this wasn’t the one that chased him everywhere, given that he wasn’t acting that too familiar with him. Still, he had to at least be careful as he answered back with a soft strum of the strings, “I learned it from my dad.”