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      Foot taps impatiently, a habit she picked up and stored in her memory bank. Of course she was impatient, she hated being near Detroit Police. Tina hated it with every fiber of her being. The longer she stood here thinking about it, the more warning signs flashes behind her eyes. She’s feeling anxious, she’s feeling nervous, she’s feeling ... 

      A lot. 

      There has never been a moment in her artificial life where she has felt so many emotions at once, but her objective was the same through and through: Find Zlatko. The name filled her with carnal rage, but she quickly made sure to calm herself down. The last thing Tina needed was getting angry at the people she needed help from. Unfortunately, it’s the Detroit Police. Standing impatiently patient in their office, she looks around, analyzing. There are least twenty-one ways to escape if needed, but only seven of those routes involved no causalities.  (  CANCEL ROUTE.  ) 

      Footsteps approach, and she is quick to turn and look. An android (  MODEL RK-800  ) and a human (  UNKNOWN   ). The two she was looking for. Turning to them, she is quick to talk, easy to dismiss the human that was about to speak. 

      ❛     I have information about Zlatko.     ❜   A calculating pause, eyes moving away from the duo. Help me help you is on the tip of her tongue, but she opts for the less effective route ( SUCCESS RATE: ??? )   ❛   I know you do too.   ❜  

“Connor.” There’s a smidgen of a grimness about his tone, as if taking some bitter medicine or being forced into a meeting he really doesn’t want to attend. Still, a duty is a duty and he’s made the commitment; he’s the type of man that has to keep it. “I need your help with something. Something important.”

He’s straight-faced and serious as he draws in closer to the android. A heavy sigh rises and lowers his chest before the daunting task is finally voiced:

“Sumo needs a bath.”

A HAND TRACED LOVINGLY OVER HIS STOMACH,       he draws imaginary constellations and stars while his head lay against his shoulder.     ‘  so what are you thinking about dipshit?   ‘     he murmured,   gunmetal eyes darting to look up at the androids face.    most people were attracted to connor by his general features   -   it didn’t surprise him,   and he couldn’t really blame them.    first time he saw him,    gavin fell heads over toes instantly.   but where those similarities stopped there was how much more connor was in the outside.   sure,   he was known to many to be the  ‘  polite ass android sent by cyberlife  ‘   and the replica of his ... former lover in the precinct,   but god,   he. . .  became,  was more then that,  more then words could ever describe.   it was just like constellations   -     a cluster of stars amidst the suffocating darkness of space around them,   and yet they stood out the most;  the brightest of all of them.   and really,    connor was one of them in his life.   even though his previous had vanished all together     ‘   you often get that far away look in your eyes when you think too deep into shit.   ‘    

(      YOU      ARE      EXTREMELY      AFRAID      OF      ANY      OF      INITIAL      CONTACT      AREN'T      YOU?      ARE       YOU      THAT      AFRAID      OF      OTHER      PEOPLE?      )      perhaps      he      was.      becoming      and      being      isolated      from      the      larger      part      of      society      was      of      the      very      definition      of      who      gavin      reed      was.      well,      is      if      you’d      be      more      precise.      growing      up      having      to      fend      for      himself,      despite      having      the      company      of      tina      and      chris      to      support      him;      never      the      less,      although      it      was      the      option      he      soon      found      relief      and      comfort      away      from      his      father,      this      didn’t      mean      all      his      issues      would      go      away.      but      he      expected      it.      he      wasn’t      all      that      naive      to      realize      that      this      would      play      out      just      fine.      he      worked      hard      to      get      where      he      was      today,      as      part      of      the      department      as      a      detective.      helping      to      save      people,      comforting      people      through      their      losses      and      finding      justice      for      the      victims      involved      -      but      did      that      even      mean      you      were      a      good      person?      (      GOD      KNOWS      I’M      NOT      PERFECT      EITHER.      I’VE      MADE      TONS      OF      STUPID      MISTAKES      AND      LATER      I      REGRETTED      THEM.      AND      I’VE      DONE      IT      OVER      AND      OVER      AGAIN,      THOUSANDS      OF      TIMES.      A      CYCLE      OF      HOLLOW      JOY      AND      VICIOUS      SELF-HATRED.      BUT      EVEN      SO,      EVERY      TIME      I      LEARNED      SOMETHING       ABOUT      MYSELF.      )      no      one      was.