Connor's Chapter: A Slippery Situation

Nov 5th 2038, 12:32 PM

Although Connor was able to find out what the culprit was, Hank was definitely not impressed. The bearded police officer shook his head, crossing his arms at the android.

"For fuck sakes Connor, do you really have to complicate things? Finding this android will do nothing to help us with our case. Let's just get the fuck out of here and forget that this incident ever happened"

"Sorry Lieutenant, but this is where I disagree with you in the matter" Connor peers through the door and scans the entire bar "Finding this Deviant will help us tremendously in our case, especially in regards to this RA9 that it keeps referring to. If we capture it, we can extract possibly useful data from its memory" Hank sighed.

"Tell me this, how can you guarantee that this android has any useful information in the first place uh?" Connor looked back at Hank, indifferent about his decision.

"Because, this Deviant may be connected to the homicide I told you about earlier" Hank raised a brow at his partner.

"Oh yeah, and why might that be smartass?" Connor shut the door behind him, looking once again on the RA9 that covered the walls.

"Although no reports say that the android fled the crime scene, many people have seen a suspicious figure lurking around these parts" Connor ran his hand on the black that spelt RA9 "And judging from the way these fonts were made, it suggests that the culprit rushed in this process" Connor gave a glance at Hank before continuing "So, why would the culprit rush if they have all the time in the world to write this?" Connor scanned the entire room, reconstructing the events following up to their arrival at the bar. As he expected, the culprit heard Hank come and rushed its writings. It left the bathroom to hide, so it must still be in the bar. Hank nodded a bit, still having that frown on his face from earlier. He sighed, looking back at Connor.

"Alright then, let's get onto it. But we should leave this room right now. The smell of poo and pee is destroying my nose"

"Sure Lieutenant" Connor opened the door and the duo left the restroom. They both sat down on red cushioned seats where a dining table was in the middle to discuss their plan.

"So, how are we going to go about this?" Hank crossed his arms on the seat. Thinking for a moment, he thought of a possible solution "Why don't you just scan them? When scanning faces you should be able to pick up whether that person is an android or a human. Can't ya?" Connor shakes his head.

"Have you heard of the Feint Incident Liuetenant?" Hank responded with a mumble. Connor couldn't really tell what he said, so he continued.

"Well about eight months ago, a Deviant was able to mimic the voice and face of a famous politician. From there, it took the lives of many important and none important people and disrupted the economy of Detroit for a few months. The reason why I cannot simply scan for the solution, is because any android can match the face of the over 600,000 people in my database as well as the voice" Hank groaned, nodding a bit at Connor's remark.

"Alright then Connor, what do you suppose we do then?" Connor looked down at the table for a short moment, his LED flashing a yellow hue. For some weird reason, the processor cores inside of his metal body clogged the information being sent to some important biocomponents. Connor didn't really understand the reason for this; did it have to relate to the symbols of RA9 he had seen in the bathroom? In any case, he couldn't gather and collect the previous information and for some reason, Connor couldn't get enough data to produce a solid plan. The only thing that came from his mouth was a few words and a bit of disappointment.

Software Instability: /\

"I-I don't know" Hank stood up on his seat, walking away towards the door. Hank muttered under his breath.

"Just my fucking luck" As he was about to exit, Hank was interrupted by a gun point directly at his head. He flinched, unable to think about the situation properly.

"Nobody move, or I'll shoot!" A person that looked to be male with a beanie and wearing a jacket pointed a gun straight at the Lieutenant. It had black skin, and it looked to be a housekeeper model, looking to be a male. His jacket being navy blue, and beanie with a dark crimson red, Connor tried to use the tactic that Hank had suggested. Connor quickly scanned the eye of the perpetrator.

ERROR_NO MATCH FOUND_

Connor shook his head. Like he had predicted, it didn't work. Connor though didn't have enough time to think. He looked around to see all of the other people ducking under their seats, including the bartender. Hank was standing as still as possible, keeping the situation as calm as he possibly could. Connor stood up, scanning the person as quickly as he could.

The gun is a Glock 22 model, with an average length of 8.03 inches and a height of 5.43 inches. Its stance was sloppy; it was obviously scared and unsure. The pistol was pointed directly Hank's Pterion and this was all the sign that Connor needed.

"Lieutenant, watch out!" The Deviant was taken by surprise at Connor's remark, and Hank took that time to grab its arm. Connor tackled the android, pinning it down onto the floor. With Hank letting go of the arm, he tried to grab the gun but the Deviant cocked it getting ready to fire. The Deviant kicked Connor, causing him to trip and lose balance. The android fled from the building, going out through the front. Connor got up as quickly as fell and began to chase the culprit, escaping through the door with Hank following behind. The duo entered the light pouring rain, the air somewhat humid for a midnight.

"You go ahead! I'll find a way to reroute!" Hank ran in the other direction leaving Connor to chase the Deviant. The android turned back for a second, firing the pistol. Connor dodged just in the nick of time, the bullet barely shaving off his suit.

"You don't have to do this! I won't hurt you!" Connor shouted, the Deviant not letting up his running. There was no way that Connor would catch up with his speed, he needed Hank's help. Putting both his index finger and middle finger on his LED, Connor began to call Hank. His LED glowed into a yellow hue, blinking multiple times.

"Lieutenant Anderson?! Are you there?!" A muffled voice from the other side could be heard.

"Connor?! What the hell are you doing?!" The deviant took a turn to the right at the very end of the road and Connor followed just as fast.

"I need your help Lieutenant! I won't catch him at my speed!" Hank groaned, frowning just as hard.

"What do you think I've been doing?!" Hank hung up on Connor, turning left on the opposite side of the street where they just came from "Jesus Christ, I can't believe this fucking shit!"

Connor trailed closely behind the culprit, hoping to gain at least some speed on it. They were both androids, the chase would go on forever without any help. The rain began to peter out which made the ground a bit more stable for running. Unfortunately, time was on the side of the Deviant. It crossed the opposing road at the exact moment a truck filled with fuel went barreling pass. It was completely concealed. Connor needed to choose, to wait, or to run around the truck. There was no time left, he went around at the back of the truck where no other oncoming traffic was. He arrived at the other side of the street. No sign of the Deviant. Connor scanned again just to make sure. He looked around through the tattered buildings and streets.

The Deviant was on the truck, riding it away. Connor was not going to give up, after they had come so close. He quickly scanned the truck, showing the exact brand it was and where it was going to go.

It was a tank truck, holding at least 10,000 US Gallons of pure gasoline. It was constructed out of stainless steel. It was odd though, as the truck didn't have any plate number, nor did it have any brands signs, not from the position that Connor analyzed. They had no time to lose, especially from the information that Connor gathered. He began following the truck, making another quick call.

"Lieutenant?! Are you there?! I think I know how to catch the Deviant!" Hank muttered back at Connor, always as stubborn as ever. Connor persisted though in his reasoning, he needed the policeman's help if they were ever going to progress "Lieutenant! Meet me at the Marathon Gas Station, the closest one to Jimmy's Bar!" Connor disconnected the call.

"That damn bastard…" Hank stopped in his tracks, turning back around in the other direction. The Lieutenant turned a street and could see the gasoline station just in view, with its flashing lights and very obvious signage. Hank had sweat pouring from his forehead and it was humid and hot, especially with his layered jackets and clothing on him. He was getting too old to be chasing around androids, especially during the middle of the night after being broken out by a bar after an android bought him alcohol. Hank had no time to think, all he needed to do was run towards the station.

The truck stopped at a red light where Connor was able to catch up. The Deviant jumped off the truck, rolling to avoid the force of the impact before dashing towards the station. This time though, the distance between Connor and the culprit was much shorter. The station was just at the end of the road, where the one road intersected into two. Connor could see Hank towards his left, running towards them.

"Lieutenant Anderson! Over here!" Hank spotted the two instantly and began to run toward the two, quickly gaining on them. The Deviant entered an alleyway on the left, forcing both Connor and Hank to follow in a line, slowing them down from their original pace. The passage was tight, only being able to fit one person's wide, and it wasn't helping their case when the corridor kept on twisting and turning, and having forks every now and then. Connor was only barely able to keep track of the Deviant's position. Soon enough though, the alleyway became progressively wider, and it soon came to a sudden end. The culprit backed up against a wall, a few feet away from Connor and Hank. Connor walked slowly towards it, signaling Hank to stay put and not move. Connor could realize that the Deviant was preparing the gun, since its hand was on its back.

"Look, I promise we won't hurt you. We're just going to talk-" The android grabbed its gun, pointing it directly at Hank. The atmosphere began tense as the stakes of the situation grew higher.

"Don't do this! You wouldn't want to lose the life of a human, hmm?" Connor stepped back slightly, scanning the Deviant. The gun that the android was pointing was off centered and leaning towards the right. It was scared, and thus the loss of life could be avoided if the Lieutenant would move towards the left. The position of the Glock handle was sloppy, the Deviant was unsure of whether to shoot. Its hold on the gun was loose. If it were to shoot, the recoil would surely be the reason for it to fall backward. The distance between the Deviant and the wall was less than a foot. The force of the recoil would be enough for it to hit the wall. Connor deduced only one possible situation that could guarantee the safety of both Lieutenant Anderson, and the completion of the mission.

Connor grabbed a stone from the floor and threw it at the Deviant. The android was obviously distraught, and the shot was prolonged by exactly 3.7 seconds. Just like Connor calculated, Hank used that time to tackle the android, pinning him up against the wall. The Deviant showed some retaliation, but the Lieutenant was able to hold him. Connor dashed forward, putting his hand onto the android's head, beginning to probe its memory.

Matches…

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Lighters…

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Bombs…

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Connor fell back onto the wet floor of the alleyway, the Deviant pushing Hank back. The android looked back at the two with fear in its eyes. Dropping the gun, it ran back in the other direction away from the alleyway. The duo was speechless for what had just happened, Connor still shocked after what he saw. Hank looked back at his partner, standing up quickly at the obviously fearful android.

"Jesus Christ Connor! Are you okay?" Hank walked up to Connor, picking him up. The weight of the plastic and his biocomponents made him about the same weight of a regular sized, adult man, but Hank was more than capable of handling the weight. Connor opened his mouth, still distraught after what had just happened.

"Lieutenant, I-I have a bad… feeling about this….." Connor slowly stood up, the weight of his body being shifted away from Hank's arms. He kneeled down, looking down at the floor.

"What is it Connor? What did you see?" Connor stared back at the policeman, eyes concerned about every single possible situation that could happen at any moment.

"I think….. The Deviants are planning to blow up the gas station….."

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Markus' Chapter: Deviant Leader, North

Nov 5th 2038, 12:27 PM

The Deviant girl took a step back, her light brown hair covered by the cap she was wearing on her head. She looked back the rail tracks. A train was pummeling down, due to arrive in a bit over 10 seconds.

"My name is North. Remember it" The android turned around quickly. The train began travelling quickly, the multiple carriages passing there location. She jumped onto one of the train carriages, as it sped off at a speed of over 120mp/h. Markus watched as the Deviant travelled away from their current location.

"My mission is complete" Markus turned around, walking back towards the house. He crossed the short white picket fence, passing the vegetables that were growing and entered back into the house using the backdoor. Bodies were spread everywhere, and blood covered most if not all the walls surfaces. Markus crossed through the kitchen and living room before finally arriving at the front of the house, where he found something quite peculiar.

Everyone was gone, literally everyone disappeared. The only things left on the front lawn were many puddles of blood and thirium alike, which are the substances that were not there during Markus' first arrival, and two dead bodies. He approached a puddle, kneeling down. He put his finger in some blood, dipping a tad bit for analysis. Markus put some blood into his mouth. Victor Sunners, local investigator and detective. He put some of his finger into the thirium and began analyzing it too. An RD300, models specifically designed to be couches for sports teams and players of the sort. Markus stood up, looking around at the scene once more. The only two bodies were of police officers, their way of death a bit more humane than all of the other victims beforehand. A single bullet wound directly through the skull. They must've not wanted to waste any time, especially with the very few minutes that Markus had left the crime scene. Other than that, there were no other injuries. Markus realized a whole lot of footprints on the mud ground. It showed signs of a struggle, since the prints were not simply in a linear line, but around in an area in random patterns. He began to scan the area, creating a reconstruct using the puddles of blood, the footprints, and the two bodies.

Markus concluded that during the event of the attack, everybody was taken off guard by the sudden appearance of many androids, from the ground, around the house, behind trees and many other places. The Deviants attacked relentlessly at the group, leaving two mortalities. The androids then proceeded to hold everyone hostage, using thick, steel wire as a sort of cuff. This was though not without a fight, as many decided to thrash to try and get free, with some police officers and guards shooting a few androids, but to no avail. The direction that they headed was left of the house.

Markus got himself ready, picking a gun that an officer had dropped during the assault. He began to walk off the lawn, but something stopped him from going any further, his movement slowed to a sort of mid walk. His entire body was suddenly filled with a very specific urge, an urge of not moving. It seemed his system had just encountered a group of code that gave him some "fear" like in humans. It must've been caused when Markus reconstructed the taking of the hostages and gave him a bit of caution as the deviants just came out of nowhere. It sparked a few questions inside of Markus' mind that fueled even more of his hesitation.

If the androids had been there the entire time, did that mean that they were watching Markus as he investigated the crime scene? If that were the case than that would mean that they were already expecting his arrival, as if somebody was in the massacre was watching his every movement and disgiused. Not only that, but the fact that they attacked so precisely and quickly meant that they were receiving information even as Markus was not at the crime scene since if he did go away he would've gotten a call from either of the others. This also means that the androids even went so far as to disable the remote connection between Markus and any other persons that may call. He realized that these androids weren't just a bunch of rogues, but an organized group of individuals. Markus tried to shake off the feeling off but the fact that the possibility of a surprise attack forced him into caution. How was this even possible? Androids shouldn't feel anything…..

Software Instability: /\

Markus carefully stepped off onto the road, his mind alert but no longer afraid. Putting the gun into his back pocket, he fixed the tie of his suit before beginning his walk.

Nov 5th 2038, 12:41 PM

The walk itself was not an issue; the real problem was locating the position of the androids without them noticing that somebody was following. Markus was able to notice the slight differences in the pavement level as well as the markings that their shoes created to follow them. He travelled quite a far distance, but he eventually came across a very isolated and abandoned part of the city. The remaining tracks lead him down into a worn out warehouse, with tall lines of electric fence running around the entire structure. Markus scanned the area. The fence was no joke; with more than 1000 volts of electricity one small touch would be enough to restart Markus' entire system. The fence was at least 10 feet, there are no ladders around, so climbing up isn't an option. Pliers wouldn't work, since most conduct electricity quite efficiently. He looked around once more. Markus was unable to spot anything noteworthy, not enough to form a complete reason as to how the other androids were able to get in so efficiently.

Did they dig a hole? Highly unlikely, to dig a hole with this type of soil would take hours at least. Did they use each other as a means of getting over? Improbable, at least one android would be reset and its tracks are nowhere to be found. How did these Deviants get in? Markus looked everywhere, trying to find a way to get into the area.

And then, something clicked in him. The answer came faster than if a bullet were to go straight through somebody's head.

He glanced both ways and saw a shed just a few meters away. Markus walked up to it, the structure being at least twice his height. He also saw a dumpster huddled right next to it. Markus climbed up onto the dumpster before finally going up to the top of the shed. The roof was unstable, so he had to keep even footing in order not to fall off. The jump between the fence and the shed was far off; if he were to jump it would need to be extremely precise. He backed up going to the very edge of the roof before finally sprinting as quickly as possible. The length of the structure wasn't all that big but it gave more than enough of a running start. Markus jumped at the very last second, clearing the fence by an inch. He landed on the ground, doing a roll to soften the pressure of the fall. Markus got up, dusting his suit and fixing his tie before finally approaching.

The warehouse was a lot bigger up close than afar. It was at least four times taller than Markus, most likely bigger. He walked up to it, analyzing the structure. The warehouse was breaking down, many planks being nailed onto the sides where holes were present. It wasn't able to completely cover it, as you can still peer through into the inside using the tiny cracks. Markus took the time to peer through a tiny hole in the wall. Nothing. Absolutely no androids inside. He began to pat himself on the head where most humans' temples are located. He checked once again. Still nothing. Markus was confused at this thought.

Was his optical unit working functionally? He ran a diagnostic of his entire system. Everything was working, 100% functional. Was he mistaken? Did the deviants not come through this direction in the first place? It couldn't have been a mistake, all the clues pointed to here. And yet, nothing.

Markus couldn't handle it anymore, he slowly creeped towards the two large front doors and opened it slightly, his hand at his back pocket where the gun was. He looked closely inside. Large metal crates, boxes, trash bags, and other miscellaneous items were being stored here. Wooden tables, chairs, a weird structure/s with sheets covered on top, and an Audi A4 Sedan, a 2000 model.

Markus slowly stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind him. He scanned the building. Other than the Audi, the only striking things were the object/s underneath the sheets. From his position, he concluded that it was motorcycles, but the brands were unknown. Markus grabbed the pistol, cautious of any plausible attacks. He walked towards the Audi, scanning the inside as well as the car itself. There was nothing out of the ordinary, and all of the motor functions were working properly. He did the same with the crates and boxes. Same same. No information of any worthwhile use, nor any clues pertaining to the deviants.

A ruffling sound broke the cold silence of the warehouse. Markus turned his head to the right, where the sound was presumably coming from. He aimed his gun at the direction, slowly inching his way forward. The noise was coming from the boxes, but not from them, from behind them. Markus approached the box, slowly peeking his head behind. Nothing.

Something was wrong. Something didn't sit right about the situation. He lightly hit the audio processor in his ear. He couldn't have mistaken the sound from anything; he came fresh from the CyberLife building. There was no way he could have had any errors in his system, it should have been physically impossible. He heard another sound, sound of footsteps behind him. Markus turned around, to see North standing there.

"You know Markus, you should have never come here" Markus armed his gun, pointing it towards the deviant, with his finger on the trigger. He heard a gunshot, and then he suddenly felt heavy, it was as if his entire neck had failed on him. His vision became blurry and noises began to fade out. Markus fell to the ground, feeling the area where the gunshot was. He found blue blood on his finger. Markus ran a quick diagnostic.

audio_processor_damaged; in need of repair, lack of thirium, unable to sustain

biocomponent, #8351k; severely damaged

optical_unit; lack of thirium, unable to sustain

vocal_mainframe_error_detected; lack of thirium, unable to sustain

He knew right there what had happened. Markus looked back to see a large android with a gun. They had shot the passageway of thirium into the control center of most androids. Biocomponent #8351k, the passage way of thirium. It was a direct shot, almost as precise as a surgeon operating. His mind began to go blank. With his optical unit damaged he could only see 2 fogged out figures that were standing right above him. Markus began to slowly fade out into darkness, with only a few messages shown in his system

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Kara's Chapter: Conflicting Orders, Selecting Priority

Nov 5th 2038, 12:31 PM

Rachel looked at Kara, eyes wide eyed at her remark.

"Are you sure about that Kara?" Kara looked back at the cross armed police officer, eyes indifferent.

"I am certain. All the evidences point to the suspect taking a hostage. Not only that, but I presume they are on the 10th floor" Rachel smiled, walking up to Kara and patting her on the shoulder.

"Alrighty then! I'll have faith in that certainty of yours" The captain let go of her hand, walking past the android before entering the apartment, with Kara following closely behind. The first floor was of course the reception, but there was nobody there. To be expected. The entire building was on lock down, but both Kara and Rachel had special reasons to enter due to their status as detectives/investigators. They walked through the reception area and came to the elevator at the end. The elevator doors opened and the duo came in. They both entered, the elevator rising up to the tenth.

They had successfully arrived at the 10th floor of the over 20 floored apartment. The elevator doors opened and the two came out, with Kara spinning a pen on her right hand. Kara stopped the spinning, putting it back in her pocket. Rachel began walking forward, Kara staying behind to scan the environment.

The building itself wasn't all that unusual. To her left was a fish tank that was broken during the attack, with a bit of water still inside it. There was also a fish, flopping around in a puddle of water. Kara walked up to it, scanning the species. It was a Siamese fighting fish, with bright red and blue scales. Kara simply looked at it. Saving the fish was not part of the mission, and so she simply ignored it, looking around at the rest of the area she was on. Kara picked up a photo of a family of 3 from a small table nearby. She scanned the faces.

Terrin Brooks, 37 years old, deceased. Olena Brooks, 34 years old. Quinn Brooks, 9 years old. She recorded the information, her LED blinking yellow to represent the data she was gathering. Kara put the picture down, following the trail that Rachel followed. She passed through the different rooms, examining the areas. The entire house was wrecked from the attack. The TV was destroyed, furniture moved, blood everywhere, and a few policemen and bodies sprawled around. Not only that, but there were many other officers and FBI examining the scenes of the crime.

Kara continued and eventually arrived at the doorway of a master bedroom, where Rachel was blocking the way, with an obviously angered expression, as well as her signature arms crossed. Kara wanted to ask what had given her a substantial increase in stress and anger but it seemed as though the captain already knew what she was thinking.

"Don't bother coming in here Kara. That high and mighty police officer over there doesn't want to cooperate with us, so it's best if we take matters into our own hands" Kara was obviously confused at the statement. What did she mean by not wanting to cooperate?

"Captain Rachel. What do you mean by "doesn't want to cooperate?" Rachel sighed, giving a glance at her partner.

"It's okay that he wants to save the girl….." Rachel gave an unsure, even sad look at the floor, where her eyes obviously teared up. Kara gave a confused look at the police captain

"But… they're going to kill the android, if it's what it takes to keep him from harming the hostage" Kara pat her on the shoulder, trying to comfort her. It wasn't directly in her system, but she knew that doing this might raise the chances of the mission succeeding.

"Don't worry captain. It isn't a person. Deviants are just machines, designed in emulating and acting similarly to humans-"

"They are not machines!" Rachel took a step forward, both her and Kara's face at least an inch apart "They are alive!" Kara gave another confused look.

"I don't understand captain…. In any case, I'll look for more clues" Kara began to walk back. Before that, Rachel clutched her by the arm, not giving her a chance to speak.

"Kara…. If you find the deviant, don't kill it, okay? Please…" The android gave a simple blank stare in return. She then left the captain without saying another word.

Kara entered the living room, walking up to a white sofa with a presumably dead person on top of it. She scanned the person. Terrin Brooks, 37 years old, deceased, Height: 5'9" – Weight: 165.9. Estimated time of death: 7:59 pm. .355 bullet wound, right heart ventricle perforated, internal bleeding. From that, she reconstructed the scene. The father was trying to protect the hostage from the deviant before getting killed. Not only that, but it seemed the father was holding something. Kara looked around the environment. From the reconstruct, she concluded that what the father was holding was underneath a table nearby. Kara walked up to it, picking it up. It was a tablet, and from the looks of the paid information, the father was going to replace the deviant. It was going well, more clues were being found. A message popped up in her system.

Probability of success; /\ 68%

Kara stood up, beginning to explore the rest of the building. She entered a bedroom, and it seemed to be the hostage's room. The walls and beds were in different shades of pink, and from the overall size of the bed and the toys they had, she concluded that the hostage was female. There was another tablet, this time on the bed. Kara picked it up. It was filmed footage. She swiped the screen, with the video beginning to play.

"Hello everyone! This is Daniel, the greatest android in the entire world! Say hello Daniel!"

"Hello!"

"You're my bestie! We'll always be together!"

Probability of success; /\ 70%

"So, the Deviant's name is Daniel?" Kara put it back down. She left the bedroom, continuing her search for more clues. Kara entered into the kitchen, where there was a policeman's body on the floor, near the balcony of the apartment. She scanned him. P.O Wilson Foller, 21 years old, deceased. Height: 5'7" – Weight: 162.3. Estimated time of death: 8:01 pm. .355 bullet wound, right heart artery perforated, internal bleeding. The policeman shot the deviant from a distance, being able to damage it. Unfortunately, the android shot back, killing the officer. Kara looked around, the officer dropped a gun. She walked up to where the pistol was, on top of some carpet. It was a Sig Sauer P228 model. Kara decided to grab the gun, putting it in her back pocket. As she did, more messages began to appear in her system.

Probability of success; /\ 73%

Kara calculated that she had enough information to progress with the mission. She began to walk over to where the large balcony was. Kara swept away the curtains and caught a glimpse of the deviant holding the hostage. It fired, grazing Kara's left shoulder. Hostage located.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer or I'll jump!"

"No! No! Please I'm begging you!"

The deviant lifted the gun to the hostage's head, as it also stepped backwards by a small amount. Kara could see all the snipers and FBI going into their positions. She quickly went through the information, forming a precise idea of what she was going to do.

"Hi Daniel" The deviant was shocked. It was evident in the manner that it loosened its hand.

"How…"

"My name is Kara"

"How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things about you. I've come to get you out of this"

Everything was going according to plan. The problem was, the helicopter wasn't helping with the situation in the slightest. It was blowing furniture around, and caused the deviant to shift its balance towards multiple sides. It became more scared.

Probability of success: \/ 67%, deviant destabilizing

Kara began to slowly walk forward, making sure not to go too fast as to not frighten the deviant.

"I know your angry Daniel. But you need you trust me, and let me help you"

"I don't want your help! Nobody can help me! All I want is for all this to stop… I… I just want all this to stop…" The deviant clutched the hostage more, pointing the gun back at Kara "Are you armed?"

"No, I don't have a gun"

"You're lying! I know you have a gun!"

"I'm telling you the truth Daniel. I came here unarmed" Kara needed to lie. If she gave away the thing that would've given her increased chances of succeeding the mission, then it would've been a waste to take it in the first place "I know you and Quinn were very close. You think she betrayed you but she's done nothing wrong"

"She lied to me… I thought she loved me… but I was wrong… She's just like all the other humans..."

"Daniel no" The hostage was beginning to tear up even more than before, and the deviant was beginning to have doubts about whether to shoot.

Probability of success: /\ 68%, deviant stabilizing

Kara took a few more steps forward, making sure to keep her movements slowed.

"They were going to replace you and you become upset. That's what happened right?"

"I thought I was part of the family. I thought I mattered… But I was just their toy, something to throw away when you're done with it…" Daniel began to block his audio processors using his hands.

"Urgggh… I can't stand that noise anymore! Tell that helicopter to get out of here!" Kara nodded, signaling with her hand that the situation was under control. The helicopter began to leave the immediate area.

"There, I did want you wanted"

Probability of success: /\ 85%, deviant stabilizing

"You have to trust me Daniel. Let the hostage go and I promise you everything will be fine" Daniel's grip loosened, he was all round a tad bit more relaxed.

"I want everyone to leave… And I want a car! When I'm outside the city I'll let her go!"

Kara decided that it was time. She slowly grabbed the gun from her back pocket. As she touched it, the comment that Captain Rachel had made began to ring in her head.

"Kara…. If you find the deviant, don't kill it, okay? Please…" Kara paused. What the captain said seemed had interfered with her systems. She clutched the handle of the pistol. She was hesitating. More messages popped up in her system.

Setting primary objectives:

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Primary task01: Shoot the devia!#&^ T*

Primary task01: Abide Captain Ra!*T&*!^(&^#

Conflicting Orders, Selecting Priority:

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Kara clutched the gun hard, aiming it directly at the deviant and pulling the trigger. The bullet flew through the "brain" of the android, and it let go of the hostage. Quinn scrambled away from the ledge as Daniel fell to the bottom. Kara let go of the gun, removing the magazines and throwing it away.

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