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“No?” He turns rapidly, hearing the sharp answer to his order. “Did I stutter?” He hisses out, tilting his head. He just looks again at the officer -- K - stated to be a model of replicant -- there wasn’t much of them in Detroit, in the end, the city was capital of android production. Model meant to track older models, similar to him. And right now, for that split second, Allen wasn’t so sure if he didn’t miss something - in the end, K probably knew more than him. Allen was simply ordered to assist the Nexus-9 model, and make sure that the replicant of the 8s model - that made its way to the Detroit -  will be apprehended and ’retired’. That is why they sent KD6-3.7 Detective.

And now, when Allen finally knew where the rouge replicant was and when Allen was ready to carry out the plan, the Nexus-9 just disagreed. And yes, listening to it - as it had better knowledge than Allen about the replicants - seemed like a reasonable idea. For most of the time. But so did the plan of apprehending the replicant with a team of four people, picked from Allen’s unit. And at that moment, Allen just assumed that the Nexus-9 model had just a contradictory plan of his own. 

“We are in my city, we will do it on my terms.”

                      ♞ —— K stood his ground, feet firmly planted when the squad leader wheels on him to question his obedience. He tries to level with the man’s stance, gaze unbreaking from the Captain’s eyes. In all his existence, he’s been expected to bend to this kind of authority and intimidation.To be scrutinized.To be ordered. To be obedient.

But this wasn’t about defiance, more that he knows exactly what they were currently up against.  Humans are so possessive and territorial, they measure their worth with what they own. K wasn’t a threat to that.

“ With all due respect, Sir, ” he paused, his voice soft and mild mannered. Not in any way at odds with the man. “ I think I know more about what we’re dealing with here than you. It’s my job. ” A Replicant ordered to hunt down his own kind.

He tells the Captain he had no doubt that he and his team were more knowledgeable about the whole perimeter. This was, after all, his city, as he had put it.

“ ...But we gotta be careful. He’s a Military issue-- ” K shows the captain a datapad of the Replicant’s profile. 

Elite Nexus-8 Model capable of infiltration, assassination and specifically adapted for marine combat.

He steps back, watching the man’s expression as he read. The Captain has probably never dealt with Replicants before. Androids were far more disposable and can be easily terminated. Replicants aren’t.

❛     stop slowing me down, stop holding me up.     quit making a scene, enough's enough.     ❜            @strictauthority / sc

► DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN SENTENCE STARTERS // Accepting ◄

He had felt death's embrace once before, early on in his path of deviation, a Police Officers service weapon had been trained on him and then the trigger had been pulled without seeking out his side of the story. The humans had jumped to a conclusion based on the scene before them and Markus had paid the price for it. But despite having felt the ice cold embrace of death, 

“Yes” He answers with a calmness to him “I am afraid of dying. But aren't we all? There is so much in the world that we can experience. I have barely just started living, I would hate to have all of this cut off so soon”

His gaze, unmatched as it is, filters to the human who had spoken to him. Like this Markus’ true identity was hidden, locked behind layers of clothes that dubbed him human, his LED had been removed weeks ago, letting him pass for human, without the tell-tale mood ring, who was to say he was an Android? Whos to say he wasn’t?

Soft clicks of dress shoes can be heard on the tiles of the home the SWAT team where staking out in. The Android moves easily through the environment, ignoring the suspicious looks he receives from the humans as he makes his way towards the human designated to be in charge of the operation. His blue gaze pierces through the area, taking in information that is available to him before they land on the human, there is a slight tilt to his head as he reads information that pops up in HUD in his eyes before is settles back to nothing. The human looked stressed from what he could gather. Well, a hostage situation would be stressful for any human. 

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Hank could barely hear him. Just barely.

His vision was peppered with little black dots and swirls of color as he tried to focus on something, anything near him. He couldn’t breathe. That seemed to be the only thing he could register.

He couldn’t breathe.

A shaky hand came up and grabbed hold of Allen’s jacket, but the strength in his body was diminishing by the second. Of all the ways he thought he might die, he never assumed this would be it.

What a fucking way to go.

After a few more moments, Hank decided to concede to his fate. His chest was on fire and his eyes were burning with tears as his body’s natural defense to breathe kicked in.

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have.

Let’s knock out 3 music related headcanons, shall we?

1. I don’t know when or where it would be but if he were to pick up an instrument, I feel like it would be a guitar. It has a nice organic sound and can easily be applied to an electric guitar, which would be a bonus but an acoustic on just easier to move around.

2. Because androids can speak like 200 different languages, I would imagine Connors music folder could be ridiculously big, spanning over several different cultures and he could understand all of it. but I also think Connor would just like music in general because Hank might like dark de ath metal but he also loves jazz and Connor would probably explore more genres.

He’d admit that as he set up the sniper rifle that it was a little disheartening. Dreams of freedom dashed. For a while, he might have been swayed by the deviant leader's words, the revolution started out peaceful, their demands reasonable but the march showed how unpredictable Markus could be, not that he could entirely blame them. Now he knew how far Markus was willing to go for their freedom and he almost laughed when Markus tried to convince him to join their side. He wanted freedom but not at this cost, not after everything he heard. They wanted war and will likely do anything to achieve it, the only thing standing in Markus's way now was him.

He could have ended all this at Jericho but Markus had rigged it to blow and with the army killing everything on sight, almost getting caught by them himself, he had to find another opportunity and that he did but of course something would interfere again, this time DPD swat. They didn’t seem interested in understanding. He told them what he planned to do and that this was too important to let them interfere but when they forced his hand, he dropped the rifle to the side, backed up his memory for the next unit and stood on the edge of the railing.

He was running out of time, another option was to fight them, but that would lead to them being injured, if not killed. He couldn’t kill them, he didn’t want to, it was part of his code. He was a DPD detective, part of that came with the code to protect and serve. The only way out of this was to either convince them to let him finish his work or destroy himself and pray he had enough time to get back here before the deviants did the unthinkable, teetering on the edge of the railing gave him that leverage. If they wanted him alive, why wouldn’t care approach closer and if it didn’t matter, they would either kill him or the fall would.

🔪 || @strictauthority  [[Hiii, it is! I’ve been itching to write with an Allen.]]