Hurricane - Fleurie

,, Why did you have to wake when all you had to do was obey? "

The other Connor's word were wandering inside the anguished android's, drilling down into his confused mind without a piece of mercy. Why did he have to wake up? Nothing good came out of that. Ever since he became a deviant, he delivered nothing but pain, loss, and death to anyone in his path, maybe not to Hank, but it also was just a matter of time. Of course. Chloe was right - he was allowed to show his emotions, but what did they give him? What did they give her? The same they gave to others.

They had spend the almost the entire week turning Detroit upside down, sending a patrol after patrol, completely unsuccessfully.

Everyone was involved. The New Jericho with Markus and North in charge, the entire station, the woman from her neighbourhood who still had the girl's keys. Even Reed didn't complain, he was just driving all over the city, looking for traces, rumors, or anything, then coming back to Hank, who was mad as fuck, and having his ass chewed like never had ever had in the century.

For the first time at the station, everyone experienced such a perfect harmony between Lieutenat and Connor, at least at the beggining.

That day the girl dissapear, they went to the station, and everyone instantly knew that something had happened. Both of them had his eyes dark and deep like wells, his fists clenches, and their faces frozen in the expression of cold, infinite furry.

Anderson was rushing there and back from the beggining, without any stops. He moved into Fowler's office, said that Chloe had dissapeared, that he was taking people for searching, and that he didn't give a shit if Jeffrey had any objections or not. The captain did not protest. Every android who was missing before was being searched for, for sure, but none of them with such a persistance and intensity.

Once upon a time when Gavin came back to Lieutenant after a few hours and stated that he had found nothing, he reflexively scowled, letting him take his anger out.

- For fuck's sake, you're a waste of space! - roared - I swear, if anyone find her, I'll give my annual salary to him! Maybe it will be a good motivation for you, you bunch of undeveloped morons! Shit, if I have that dickead who touched her in my hands, I'll tear his legs from his ass and shove them down his throat to his knees! He was breathing heavily as if he had ran a half maraton with sprint.

He unexpectedly looked right at Reed, and sadness blinked in his eyes.

- Sorry. - he muttered, patting his shoulder - You do the best you can, Reed. - he waved at him - But know, get the fuck away from me before you'll be hit again.

Gavin, confused, he walked away from Hank and headed the door. He had seen him in worse condition only one time, the first day he got back to work after Cole's death. Hank used to be a shadow of a man during his divorce. When an android-girl from the reception approached his desk and asked him something, he was furious, and he would knock the living daylight out of her if his coworkers didn't pull away from her just in time.

He had shuddered at the very sight of every android he had met. And know, he turned Detroit upside down just to find the machine he had got attached to more than everyone thought. Probably more than he thought. Reed surprisingly realized that even he had his stomach squeezed at the imagine of finding her dead body in the river. She was cute in her own way.

The detective met Tina in the doorway. She was tired and sad.

- Hey. - he greeted her, feeling his blue mood leaving him at the sight of her, at least at minimun. - How's the situation going?

- Nothing new. - she sighed - I'm beggining thing that it has no sense. We have never found anyone this way. I have no idea where they are dissapearing. This amount of dead bodies we find has to take some space.

- How's toster doing?

- Not too well. - she answered, measuring him with her punishing stare. - He's been wandering down the streets like a crazy messing dog. He's mad as fuck, I've never seen him in that shape, but it's not the Lieutenant's kind of mad. He's desperate.

- Should I worry about his mental health?

- No. You should worry about your own mental health instead. Were you at therapy yesterday. - Tina changed the topic so smoothly that Gavin didn't even realize how that had happened.

- No. I have a patrol after patrol. I guess I'll skip tommorow as well, there's a round ahead of me.

- Oh, no, no, no. No way. I'll cover your shift, and you will politely go where you should!

- Tina... - he muttered - You can't overwork yourself. It's unhealthy.

- Oh yeah, since your agression issues are really fucking healthy for me Gavin. - she reflexively raised her hand to her cheek, and the man looked down, confused. He still felt stupid. - Believe me, I'll be feeling a lot better if I work more but at least I'll a civilized man, not an unedited barbarian.

The detective smiled dryly.

- Did you just call me civilized? It's the best compliment I've received for a long time.

- See? - she smiled back - You're making progress.

She gave him a short kiss in his neck and rushed inside without looking back, unlike Gavin, who watched her leaving without feeling ashamed.

A few days passed ever since. Capain Fowler finally rebelled against Hank's bossing around, gave people other tasks, and poor Connor was deeply resigned.

His room's door croaked, but he didn't looked up at his friend. Hank sat next to him with gasp.

- Tell me, how could we fuck it up like that...? - he whispered, intertwining his massive hands on his knees - How could we let her out alone at night, Connor?

- That's my fault. - the boy only answered, pulling his knees under his chin.

- Stop it. You have nothing to blaim yourself on, boy. Better think about what to do now.

- Nothing.

- Nothing? - Lieutenant frowned - What do you mean nothing? You want to turn her adrift? Our golden girl? Give up? - he shook his head - It's not in the style of Connor I know.

The boy quickly stood up in a sudden act of despair.

- Not in the style of Connor...?! - he got out of his lungs - What do you know what's in the style of Connor?! How do you know what's Connor like?! - he didn't stop.

All of his feeling he had been keeping inside him ran out of him in a unterruped, rapid stream.

- How do you even know who is Connor?! 'Cause I guess you don't know! Oh, I don't even know! I don't know who am I, what should I do, or what to feel! Nobody does! - he became silent, looking at stunned Hank for a while, in complete silent - Maybe Chloe did. - he whispered, looking away - And as we know, she dissapeared because of me. So it doesn't matter at all.

After those words, he thrust his hands into his pockets and left, from the room at the beggining, then from home without thinking about putting his jacket on.

Hank screamed something after him, but Connor ignored. He walked forward with no purpose, or destination. The search had no sense, and he knew it really well.

It seemed like getting there, where the rest of the missing ones were, was letting yourself be kidnapped.

He stopped in half a step.

Play with Fire - San Tinnesz

His thoughts ran through his cables with a speed of light, slowly making an idea. An idea turned into a plan, and the plan gave him a shadow of hope again.

He turned around on his heel, ran back home, rushed through the door, and almost overturned Hank, who was taking on his jacket.

- The love of God, what do you think you're doin', running out alone? - he snorted - I was about to go look for you. What if someone kidnapp you...

- Phone! - he yelled - Give me the phone.

- What? - Anderson was surprised - What in the world are you talking about? What phone?

The boy, excited, reached out to Liutenant's pocket, took the phone out of it, then started searching the list of contacts.

In other circumstances he would probably smiled upon noticing his number saved under the name ,, shithead ", but then, he was busy searching for the one, specific person.

His heart squeezed when the ,, golden girl '' flashed before his eyes, but he found what he was searching for that moment.

He forcefully gave the phone to confused Hank back and moved to the door again.

- Where you goin'? - his friend yelled after him.

- I don't know! But I've got a plan! - he yelled back, running downstairs - I'll be back soon!

He quickly sat after the wheel of the car, put it into reverse, then rushed down the street with a squeal of tires.

- The last sight of him... - the annoyed policeman snorted - And he even took my fuckin' car. - he took a look at his phone in his hand and cursed.
Because on the screen

Magdalena Kamska

***

Meanwhile, he was driving to the CyberLife headquarters. He didn't follow the headlines for the previous days so the informatiom he found out from Magdalena during their talk made him really shocked.

He stopped the car before the gate in the middle of the bridge, and he poked his head out, losing no time for going out.

- I'll meet the director! - he threw - She's expecting me.

The guard unly laughed.

- Obviously. And I'll an audience with the King of the United Kingdom. You can't just walk in out of nowhere, RK800.

- My name is Connor. And I'm really having a meeting with here. - he gave the man a mad stare. It seemed like he remembered him from the times before deviancy. - Ask her if you don't believe me.

The guard just shook his head, but also pulled a transmitter from his pocket. He threw a few words at her about the guest and awaited for the answer. The devide buzzed and deformated Kamska's voice came from it.

- Eyes like a puppy's, cute gullibity, is it RK900 model?

- Yes... - the guard responded, crooking. Seemingly after the distanced Elijah's character, really arresting Magdalena's style of being was too shocking for him.

- Let him in.

The gate opened and the android rushed forward. Everytime he was around the tower, a cold shiver ran throught him, but then it didn't have time for that. He hitted the road Chloe leaded them the last time, stopped by nobody. The name on the door hadn't changed. The person on the other side - had.

The young woman was sitting in the deep chair, wearing classic, black skirt, having her long, skinny legs streched on the top of the desk, drinking black coffee.

- What are you doing here? - Connor threw with no greeting, resting his hand on his desk. Magdalena smiled widely.

- Ruling.

- I see. - he snorted - But how come.

- Oh, recently was held the election of a new director-a dictator of this sick corporation. Let's say that an extra candidate for this position showed up last minute. I managed to like Detroit.

- It's impossible for them to trust someone who haven't worked here before.

- It's possible if that person broke the security of their finances with which you couldn fed half of the Africa, in almost half an hour. I know how my brother used to work. What system of programming, or hiding things he had. He used to explain that to me when I was a kid, when we had good relationship. And even if I'm not that brilliant as Elijah, I think I'm still three times brillian as that bunch of corporate rats downstairs is. A scientist smart as ass. - she snorted - They had two options. Take a rist that I would repeat what I had done and spend their entire wealth on wine and shoes, pathetically trying to improve the secutity made by my brother, or kindly get under my thumb. I guess it's not hard to guess what they had choosen. And the kindship test you told me to do was really useful. It helped me get trust. And all of the media are buzzing about me.

- You performed blackmail. You broke probably all of the procedures existing in this company.

- Are you always a ray of sunshine, or are you just having a good day? - she smiled with a snack - You would care? Money is in charge in this world, not rules. Nobody will report me. Anyway, I take care of CyberLife and its employees well. I've already got a contact with Markus, this morning. We're planning a closer collaboration. Assuming, everyone is happy. Better tel me what do you want from me, bacause if you just came to lecture me, better if you leave.

Connor sighed.

- I've got some idea. But I need your help.

***
Hank saw Connor only late at night, when he woke up. The boy way sitting by the table, doing something with some weird, small device. Lieutenant rubbed his tired eyes.

He dreamed of Chloe. She was standing in the kitchen, cooking scrambled eggs, and singing ,, La vie en rose " with her trembling voice. Teardrops ran through her face, and some strange, dark thing, personifying the entire Anderson's fear, it pointed a gun at her head.

- What are you doing? - he muttered, sleepy.

- Oh, you're not asleep. Good. I have a plan.

- Congrats. What plan? This piece of shit will track Chloe.

- No. It tracks me.

- Ok. - Hank felt stupid for a moment - Why?

- I implanted myself a transmitter, it just need to be turned on. It's not connected to my software at all so if anything happens with me, it won't influence it. We wouldn't find the hiding place soon enough to save Chloe, Hank. There's only one way out.

- What the fuck are talking about? - the man threw as an answer, he had some presentiments though.

- I have to get myself kidnapped. And you have to find me.

There was a silence in the room for a while after which Hank grabbed the GPS from Connor's hand.

- Hey! - the boy protested.

- No way, you hear me? - Lieutenant kissed with madness - You're not getting yourself kidnapped, and I'm not searching for you. We will find Chloe, for sure, but not that way.

He turned around on his heel and rushed to the bedroom, ignoring the boy who ran after him, lamenting. He forcefully closed the door in front of his face and turned the key in the lock. The man wasn't going to activate any transmitter. He couldn't lose Connor as well.

Meanwhile, the android behind the door smiled sadly. He knew Hank too well to be unprepared for situation like that. The entire scene was just to let him know what Kamska's invention showed. He quietly stepped out of the hall, take on his jacket and his shoes, then place a small pill in his mouth. He opened the door, walking into the night.

The boy was wandering down the dark streets with a weapon in his hand. He didn't want to appear like a too easy, therefore suspicious prey. A few hours had passed, the air surrounding started getting grey before the dawn, and nothing had happened yet. He sat down at the corner of the street, resigned.

Everyone watched after themselfes, was careful, yet still got kidnapped one after one, while he was doing what it's worst to do all night, and nobody did anything to him.

At that moment, a sack fell on his head. The boy reflexively started struggling, but a couple of strong arms grabbed him. The last thing he managed to do before he blacked out was finding the small pill from under his tongue and clenching his teeth on it. With all his might.

***
Lieutenant woke up at the sound of his alarm. He was surprised because he had never set it. Connor used to wake him up, being and he was much more effective. The man lifted his eyelid and took a look around the room, barely concious. Some red light rhytnically was lighting up and going out.

He raised himself on his elbow and shook his head, searching for its source. The device he had confiscated from Connor was laying on his nightstand, giving a beeping sounds. There was a bloody exclamation mark on its scren. He took the GPS to his hand and clicked the notification.

A map of the city, on which was moving a well-pointed point, moved.

Anderson quickly stood up and ran out of the room, cursing under his breath. Then ran out of the house.

***
When Connor was concious again, he was sitting, chained to a chair. A short, stocky man with asian facial feautures stood in front of him, rummaging in his open neck.

- What are you doing? - he muttered, kind of sleepy and slowed down. He had no idea about how they made him black out, but it seemed like it was effective.

- Oh, you woke up. - the asian guy smiled a bit - Good. We can talk.

- Who are you?

The man laughed under his breath ominously.

- The same who you were in the past, RK800. A deviant hunter. Guess who's a prey now.

Kaboom!

Got it. It's short this time, but because it's a kind of transition chapter, the last step before the final. You can tell me about you theories, or your predictions in the comments. I'll be glad to know what's in your mind.

Aloha!

~ Gabu