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November 5th, 2038
Time 11:21 p.m.
The rain was merciless that night and there was no sign that it would stop. You were soaking wet. Thankfully for being an android that didn’t bother you. You could tell the exact temperature of the environment around you, but you could not feel cold, or rather, you were not programmed to feel cold. Certainly, this is an advantage in your favor since your current mission has constantly exposed you to the elements.
Mission: Find Detective Inspector Charles Hesketh.
The people in the police station suggested that you might find him in one of the pubs around. You had already been through four and no sign of Detective Hesketh. You would have to rush your search if you wanted to get to the crime scene today. Without any hesitation, you entered the fifth bar, not stopping even with the plate forbidding the entry of androids into the door.
The interior of the pub drowned out the noise of the rain and replaced it with the sound of the telly above the bar and an old jukebox playing in the corner. The place was not full, having in total nine people, counting on the bartender behind the counter. Ignoring looks and comments, you scanned each of them for identification. On the seventh face you got the ID you wanted.
Match:
Det. Hesketh, Charles
Born 12/21/214 // Police Detective Inspector. Criminal record: None.
Medical record: prosthetics of the right arm and replacement of the voice box.
If it were not for your facial scanning system maybe, you wouldn’t have found Charles Hesketh. His file showed a young police officer, wearing his uniform, smiling arrogantly at the camera. His uniform hat covered his brown hair, but not his clear blue eyes, which made them his most striking feature.
The man in front of you… did not look like the image of his file. His full brown hair had been shaved, a five o'clock shadow occupied his face, and his pale and emaciated appearance were strong indicators of poor diet. The only thing unchanging was his brilliant blue eyes.
By your calculations, your chances of success have decreased significantly.
“Detective Inspector Hesketh?” You called.
Taking his eyes from his glass, he turned to you. His eyes making a slow, lazy stroll down your body, taking in your appearance.You could practically feel his eyes passing through your wet CyberLife uniform, your also wet H/C hair and E/C eyes until he stops at the LED on your face.
“I think you’re lost, doll. The Eden Club is six blocks from here.” He laughed and turned to the counter.
“Detective Inspector Hesketh. I am Y/N, the android sent by CyberLife.” You introduced yourself. “I looked for you at the police station, but no one knew where you were. They told me you’d probably be drinking around. I was lucky to meet you at the fifth bar.”
“What the fuck you want?” The man grunted, taking another sip of his drink.
"A case has been assigned to you earlier today. A homicide involving a CyberLife android. "You clarified. “And according to the procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist the investigators.”
"Well, I do not need any bloody assistance, dolly. Especially not from a stupid piece of plastic like you. So be a good lil robot and get the fuck out.” He dismissed his eyes still fixed on his drink.
"I think you should stop drinking and come with me. It will make life easier for both of us.”
The detective nodded, taking another sip, but did not move. You considered your options. You could threaten him, but calculated that your chances of success in this scenario would be too low and there was a great risk of jeopardizing your professional relationship with the detective. Another option would be to be understanding, but the man’s posture indicated that this would have no effect. The only alternative would be to insist.
"I’m sorry, Detective, but I must insist. My instructions stipulate that I accompany you.”
"Do you know where you should stick your fucking instructions?” He replied laughing against his glass.
"No … where?” You asked curiously for the answer.
Detective looked at you with a scowl. “Nevermind.” He dismissed, turning his gaze back to the now empty glass.
Looking also at the glass, Y/N had an idea.
“You know what? I pay one for the trip. What do you think?” You proposed and when he didn’t offer any resistance, you took it as a yes. “Bartender, the same, please?”
“That’s cool of you, dolly. Paying a bloke a drink. You can’t say that chivalry is dead, isn’t right Benny!?” He said to the bartender.
“They can say what they want, Charlie, but at least these androids are programmed with better manners than most folks around here” The Barman replied when serving the drink.
Y/N deposited the money on the counter and silently watched the detective finish his drink in one gulp. He turned to you and gave you the same cocky smile from his file.
“Did you say homicide, doll?”