@ShatteredBottle The RK900 doesn’t bother to answer, just meets Hank at his car at precisely the time he was asked. He normally wouldn’t be doing “favors” for anyone, but if Hank killed himself, it would be detrimental to his work.
@ShatteredBottle I’m not programmed to take orders from you. I’m not going to be held responsible for your idiotic actions. If you didn’t want to be stuck somewhere, you wouldn’t have gotten intoxicated.
@ObediantMachine you to be his backup,” he finished, his finger moving towards 900.
The RK model had to admit, this was a sound plan. The two most machine androids to ever be made working together.
@ObediantMachine happened last time, we can’t just go barreling in there,” he started off, looking between the two nearly-identical androids before him.
“Apparently they don’t know the old Connor is gone, so we’re going to send you in to act as him,” Fowler continued, pointing to the 60, “and—
@PerfectedMetal “Your tone indicated you’re inclined towards a positive view of me and you also suggested I keep you company,” he replied, his steely gaze never leaving hers.
Whatever she was playing at, it wouldn’t work on him.
RK900 set a cold cup of coffee on @HeOfTheLaw’s desk. “If you continue to get such little sleep, you’ll be even more useless than normal. I won’t share information with you.”
@HeOfTheLaw The insult meant nothing to him, just another bit of useless babbling from the moth of the least intelligent detective the DPD had. He simply turned on his heels and moved to his own desk, touching his terminal and pulling up the new files.
“I assume I’ll be handling this case—
@PerfectedMetal “You’re showing signs of affection and familial attachment. The virus is still in you,” he replied with a deep frown.
“You’re going to have to come with me, Cassidy.”
@PerfectedMetal The RK900 sucked in an unnecessary, sharp breath through his nose as it grabbed onto him, his eyes going wide. As expected.
He ripped his arm from her hold and turned on her. “You’re one of them.”