Chapter 2
Almost a month has passed and Hank's quickly becoming a good friend. As for Connor, I don't know what to think of him. Sometimes he's more human than any actual human I've ever met and sometimes he's a cold and analytical computer.
He blushes when Hank says something about us and smiles every time I look at him. I'd say he's a very good friend at this point but I'm not sure if he wants to be more. If he can be more.
-October 13th, Friday, 2039, 4:03 PM—
-The Chess Piece-
It was supposed to be an easy assignment, go into the apartment of a murder suspect, analyze and collect evidence and go back to the station.
We are in the bathroom of the apartment with Connor just checking the area for any clues to who this guy could be, as the other few officers headed out to grab some coffee. It's just me and Connor in the bathroom and Hank in the living room.
I open the shower curtain and see just a typical shower. I look down and see a recently carved chess piece on the tiles, resting on some sawdust.
"Hey, Connor! Come check this out." I thought to call for my partner, so he could investigate the evidence better because he can easily detect fingerprints and connect them to their owner without leaving any of his own on the wood.
He squats down next to me and takes the piece of wood delicately into his hands. He turns it over and examines it thoroughly. "This is interesting. It seems like-"
A loud thump and Hank's voice calling out for Connor from the living room cuts him off. We glance at each other quizzically and run to him to check what's going on.
Hank is lying on the floor, with a bright red marking on his cheek, struggling to get up from the floor. The front door is open. Connor rushes to his side to help him up. Hank looks at me desperately and points to the door. That's where the suspect must've gone.
Thinking fast, I take my pistol from the holster on my belt and bolt after the criminal. Hearing footsteps from the staircase I start running them down.
"Saga!" I hear Connor's firm voice coming from the apartment and then his shoes tapping against the concrete floor as he follows me. "Connor, I got this! Go back to Hank."
There is no answer. Only the sound of his shoes as he runs after me. He probably thought that the best way to confront me in this situation is to not confront me.
I'm gaining up on the suspect just as the stairs end. He runs through the front door of the building and closes it quickly behind him.
I follow a few seconds later but can't see him anywhere. Before I can even react, the door hits my face and knocks me down on the cold concrete. The gun flies out of my hand, outside, onto the yard of the building.
I crawl towards it as fast as I can through the pain and damage the door caused to my head but I'm too slow.
I watch the suspect grab the gun and point it at me. I close my eyes and wait for the bullet to hit me but instead I hear fast footsteps approaching us from behind me and then the sound of a fist smacking against something.
I open my eyes to see Connor fighting off the suspect. He struggles to keep the gun away from his body.
He gets a few good hits in but takes more. Connor's eyes lock with mine for a split second that gives him new determination.
After a moment the criminal's face is running with blood but he sees an opening when Connor glances at me as I try to get up but fail repeatedly due to the panicky situation and the hard hit against my forehead from the door as well as the ground.
I watch helplessly as the suspect pushes Connor to the ground, aims at me and then shoots. I feel a searing pain shooting from my side to my stomach to my fingertips and to my toes.
I look up again and see Connor back on the suspect. In the fight the suspect loses his grip on the gun and it lands in front of me. I take it into my hand and crawl a little closer to them.
I use all my last powers to turn around onto my back and aim. I wait for the perfect moment and pull the trigger. I hear the gunshot, a loud thump, Connor's hysteric voice as he hovers over me and then it all goes white.