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'This is a bad idea', Simon would say.
'There must be other way', Josh would say.
'At this point, you're just suicidal', North would say.
'You're fucking crazy. You won't do this', Hank would say.
'If you're sure... Just be careful', Markus would say.
He discovered quite quickly that the Hunter wannabe was just a poor bastard in debt that was killed in his first try to just one perp.
It has been just a month since his undercover mission started. He used his day to rest, and the night to move. Always having one shelter to keep his thirium and to sleep.
Things were going smoothly until day 35. He arrived at the really crappy hotel he could find as shelter after investigating the whole night. He found some useful information.
The thing about his protocols always being activated made them extremely sensitive.
0.23 seconds, and he could dodge a bat that was about to hit the back of his head. He kicked the person who tried just in time for a second one to try to stab him. He managed to grab his wrist and kick the first one again because he was trying once again to swing the bat.
The bat has nails, and it got stuck in the sucky wall behind Connor.
The one he had grabbed by the wrist took out a revolver. The android grabbed that hand and moved. It shot directly to the stomach of the first one and he fell to the floor.
Connor spun to take him off balance and twist the hand with the firearm. He blocked another stab and hit the man in the head with the gun's hander, knocking him out.
He pointed around, expecting a third one. There wasn't.
"Holy shit", the guy who was shot said. "You're the actual Hunter", he gasped.
Connor didn't answer and checked the bullets of the revolver.
He took out the shoelaces of the unconscious man to then drag him. He tied his wrists behind his back and into the leg of the bed.
He then went to the guy who was shot, and he began to panic, trying to crawl back.
The android grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him as well. He did the same and tied his wrists.
The android sat in front of them, crossing his legs, and just waited with the revolver in hand.
Main Mission: Find Figgis.
>Made them talk
"Y-You know that police will come here for the shot", the guy said.
"The average time police to arrive at this location is 40 minutes. Unless there's a massive shooting, they won't arrive in at least 2 hours to check if there's any corpses if someone calls. The average of people calling for just one strong sound like a shooting is 2 out of 5", he tilted his head. "You can calculate the probability"
Maybe five minutes later, the other one started to wake up. He started to freak out and move violently.
Connor made the revolver sound, and he froze.
"Mother fucker, you're real"
"Maybe", the android answered. "You two work for Figgis?", they both went silent. "Mh, okay"
>Use reason
>Use threat
>Use threat
>Shoot a non-vital part
>Break them mentally
>Break them mentally
He opened the revolver and took 4 bullets, leaving just one in the charger.
"Have you ever played Russian Roulette?", he asked.
His voice, his manner, his gestures. All of it was cold, unexpressive, and calculated. Maybe that was scarier than the fact that he had a gun in his hand.
"I will ask again", he pointed directly to the head of the one that was already shot. "Do you work for Figgis?"
He didn't answer, but he was slightly trembling. Both were sweating.
Click.
The perp flinched.
"You're fucking crazy, man!"
He spun the charger and pointed at the head of the other one. He didn't say anything and just stayed there staring.
"Fuck you"
Click.
Now that perp flinched.
He spun again and pointed.
"You're a dead man! You know that? Figgis will find yo-", BANG, right in the middle of his forehead.
"SHIT", the other one cursed.
Connor observed the charger and took one bullet from his pocket and put it on. Closed, spun, and pointed.
"You're- You're crazy. You're absolutely insane-", click.
Spin, point, wait.
"K-Killing me won't get you anywhere, I can-", click. "FUCK, fuck..."
Spin, point, wait.
"Okay, okay, fine. Yes, Figgis told us to kill you, but I don't know anything else-", click. "STOP that shit"
Spin, point, wait.
"I swear I don't know anything-!", click. "Shit, please... please", he started to cry and shake.
Spin, point, wait.
"I-I can take you to him. I know where he is-", click. "SHIT!"
Spin, point, wait.
"Okay, okay. Okay. I don't know where he is, but I have a phone in my pocket. Check- check it. I swear I have it, please-", click.
With that, that perp began to sob.
Connor left the revolver next to him and approached that perp to look into his pocket. A burner phone and a photo.
The photo was from a security camera, at most it showed the physique of the person and the white hair.
He then did the same with the dead one. Another phone.
>Keep asking
>Leave
>Keep asking
>Why?
>Previous Hunter
>Figgis
>Why?
"Why did you work for Figgis?"
"I-...", it was like a lie was forming, but one glance to the android's dead blue eyes, and he looked to the floor, frightened. "For money"
>Previous Hunter
"I've been told there was an imitator in the South that was killed. Do you know anything like that?"
"T-There has been some people trying to imitate him-you. They all were killed in the first try"
>Figgis
"Figgis sent the order to get them killed?
"Yes. Yes, he did"
"How probable is that he could hire me?"
There was a silence, and the perp looked at him confused.
"... Y-You want to be hired?"
>Kill him
>Leave
>Leave
Connor stood up and put all the things he found in a small black backpack and put it on. He put on a beanie to cover all his hair and grabbed the revolver.
"I'll let you pass the message", the android deadpanned, and went to the window. He opened it and got out through there, using the emergency stairs to slide to the floor and walked away.
'You should've killed him', North would say. 'It's dangerous to keep him alive'
"I need him to pass the message"
'Still. You can pass the message yourself'
"It will be fine"
'You should rest', Markus would say.
"My battery is at 89%"
'I know. But you should, still. You know naps are always nice'
Connor just kept walking. The sun was rising.
He found an abandoned building that probably should be demolished soon. A lot of graffiti and a group of homeless people on the first floor. He passed without being noticed and climbed to the second floor, which was unaccesible since the interior stairs didn't exist anymore.
He sat on the floor and looked through his backpack, gave one small sip to his thirium bottle, and put it back. Then, he took out the phones and looked at the screen.
'You could try to check it yourself', Josh would say. 'I taught you how to get information out of phones'
"Yes, but in advanced phones", it was an old phone, the ones that still used buttons instead of tactile screens. "I'd probably break it"
'Probably'
Connor felt his stress increasing. There was no reason, really, or not one he could analyze.
Level of stress: 76% ^
'Remember, keep your head at ease', Nines would say. 'Concentrate in your mission. Your programs will calm you down if you do'
Main Mission: Find Figgis
Primary Mission: Keep the squad safe
Secondary Mission: Do not die
Connor sighed and leaned his head back to the wall and stayed there with his eyes closed.
Level of stress: 61% v
"Naps are always nice", he echoed in a whisper.
He went into sleep mode while hugging his backpack.
Day 41.
First reunion to exchange information.
Connor gave the federal agent the evidence in a paper bag in the middle of a park, sitting next to each other on a bench. It was close to dawn.
"Try to make it less obvious that you can with perps easily", the agent said. "It's hard to defend your case to prevent any legal trouble"
"You're the ones that wanted me to go undercover"
"I know. You're not in legal trouble yet. But... still. Excessive force doesn't look good in any case"
The android looked around.
"Any sign of the actual Hunter?", the android asked, ignoring that comment.
"Another imitation found dead in the west. A head taller than our actual Hunter. No news about the real one", the agent crossed his arms.
"Considering he shot someone through himself, he might be dead already", Connor suggested.
"Maybe, but keep your eyes open", there was a small pause. "Any chance of finding where Figgis is?"
"Not yet. I let one spread the news. He'll either send someone to hire me or kill me again. If it's one of his closest men, I might be able to get direct information"
"Good"
The android grabbed his backpack and left.
Day 63
Connor was in the rooftop to observe the city. He was frozen in his place, sitting, not really looking at anything.
'You remember, mh?', Daniel.
"Don't start"
'Oh, come on. Everyone had their chance. Why can't I talk?'
Connor didn't answer. He long ago decided it was stupid to fight whatever what was happening to him. If they were either memories or a way to keep him sane, it didn't matter anymore.
'You shot me'
"You were about to kill an innocent girl"
'Ugh, we already had this conversation'
"Then, shut up"
He did.
Connor laid back to the floor and observed the sky. It was nearly nightime, so he'll need to move soon.
"I miss you, Hank"
'I miss you too, kid'
"I hope you're taking care of yourself"
'Ya know me, son. North and Nines are keepin' an eye on me'
"They're good with promises"
'Of course I am', North's voice.
Connor chuckled softly.
"I miss you too, North"
'Yeah, yeah. Don't get all cheesy. I miss you too, Chip'
"Oh... I kinda forgot that nickname"
'Yeah, well. Duckling is also funny. You have to tell me that nickname if you come back'
Day 75
He walked into the bar and took off his beanie. Immediately getting the attention of a lot of people there.
The android sat at the bar and asked for a glass of a randomly selected alcohol. He wasn't planning on drinking anything. He was just waiting.
A group of men approached him while he was supposedly observing the liquid.
"You're the Hunter, aren't ya?", one said.
Connor just kept on observing the berverage.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!", he slammed his hand on the table. Some people there started to get out at the obvious threat of a fight. "Do you have any idea what price your head has?"
"No, not really", the android said. "No one has said it", he shrugged and looked at him.
Dead eyes.
The perp seemed surprised at the coldness.
"You believe you're so tough-", the glass was shattered into his face, since it was from thin glass, it wasn't enough to knock him out. Connor moved fast to stand up and grab him. He put a knife in his throat, facing directly the rest of the group.
The perp made a gesture for the group to not approach.
"I'm going to take a good guess, and you don't exactly work for Figgis", the android said, voice neutral. No one answered. He pressed the knife enough for the throat to bleed but made no actual harm.
"No! No. We-... Not exactly. We just heard it"
"From who?"
"A lot of people. A lot, you-... The Hunter is famous for being his main target. But- but we don't work for him"
A movement behind him, and he analyzed it, another perp approaching him with knife in hand.
He moved and spun in his seat, and the knife previously used to threat stabbed directly the perp in the neck.
There was no way a human would've seen him.
Connor cleaned the knife with a tissue on the counter and took some bucks from his own pocket, leaving them on the table.
"I'm sorry for the mess, keep the change", he said to the female bartender, who looked terrified. He counted a couple more and put it on a different group. "And here's the tip". He then looked to the group. Maybe equally or more scared. He put the knife in his pocket. The only sound was the wet groans of the perp with the stabbed neck. "Tell Figgis I'm expecting him. I have a contract he might like"
He put on his beanie and he walked out the bar.