Gavin never liked androids. That much was obvious. Anyone with a working brain between their ears could figure that out within a minute of being around the surly detective. He saw them as no more than glorified hunks of plastic that costed three months paycheck. And he was one of the many that wasn't too thrilled about the results of the revolution a few months prior. Not only did he have to keep putting up with the damn things, but now he had legally had to treat them like equals.

The upside was the fact that there was now far less of them around at any given time, as they could no longer be kept as unpaid workers and servants. The halls used to be filled with them doing manual labor and busywork, and now there was a mix of human workers and androids. Many androids chose less menial occupations, if they worked at all. It was nice to finally have some of them out of his sight. He could even put up with Connor still working at the DPD, as he mostly kept to his work with Hank. He thought that, maybe, he could tolerate being around them, at least more than he did before.

That was, until RK900, Connor's upgraded model, was assigned to him as a partner. "Are you fucking kidding me, Fowler?" Gavin growled at his boss, "You're gonna make me work with that plastic prick? Having Connor around is more than enough for me. There's no way in hell I'm working with his fancy little brother."

"Well maybe I wouldn't have to assign him to you if you weren't such an unbearable prick yourself! Nobody in the precinct wants to work with you. So I'm assigning him to you for this case. If you change your behavior, I'll look into getting you a new partner. But for now, you're stuck with him."

"But-"

"I don't want another word out of you. You're lucky I don't fire you on the spot. Out of my office," Fowler ordered.

Gavin stormed out, seething with the choice words still on the tip of his tongue. He covered his face in frustration, groaning and taking a moment to try and cool himself. When he uncovered his eyes, he was shocked to see RK900, standing right in front of him. "Agh! Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the shit out of me!" he yelled out.

The android tilted his head slightly, clearly analyzing the man in front of him, "I apologize, Detective Reed. My name is Conan, I've been assigned to be your partner on this case."

Gavin groaned once more, having flashbacks to when he first met Connor. He signed reluctantly and looked the android up and down. He looked strikingly similar to Connor, but he was taller, and had shimmery blue-green eyes. His uniform was different, having been modified to remove the Cyberlife logos and blue markers. Instead it said DPD and his name written on the front where his model number would be. Since the revolution, Cyberlife had shut down and was assimilated by the federal government, to regulate the production of android parts and help establish their reproductive rights. While Connor was originally sent by the now defunct company to investigate deviant androids, this previously unused model was hired by the DPD to help with typical police work.

Not that Gavin gave a shit about any of that. He had his mind set on getting this case over with as quickly as possible. The sooner he had this android out of his life, the better. He looked up at Conan and muttered, "Listen you plastic prick. I don't want to be working with you, but I have no choice. I just want to get over with this ASAP, so just stay out of my way and it'll be easier for both of us. Got it?"

Conan tilted his head, seemingly unphased by Gavin's unpleasant demeanor. However, it seemed he realized it would be best to cut to the chase, so he merely responded with, "Shall I brief you on the mission?"

"Yeah, fine," Gavin answered, rolling his eyes and hoping that this would be over soon.