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You thread a hand through your onyx black hair, patting down any stray strands. Today you were going to meet Captain Fowler and Lieutenant Hank Anderson, both of whom work at Detroit Police Department.
You smile at the thought of it as you walk through the double doors (the mere idea of being here really). You worked at Cyberlife as an engineer, training to take over for the director before you were assigned here.
You flash your authorization card at the security guard, who lets you passed. The people at Cyberlife realized the Connor model - RK800 - was damaged far to often. They decided having someone on site and with him at all times would be beneficial to the android.
You spot Captain Fowler who waves you over. Next to him is a grey haired man - presumably Hank - and a younger looking male. You walk over briskly, and blush softly when they all turn to look at you.
“Doctor Dubois,” Fowler begins. “This is Lieutenant Anderson, and his partner Connor.”
It is then you realize no one prepared you on your reaction to Connor.
The first thing you noticed was the android’s height, probably a solid six feet. And then there was his perfect, symmetrical face - the only thing ruining it being the rebellious strand from his hair. But his eyes were the most striking. Calculating. Watching. You were pretty sure he was staring right through you.
He looked down at you, and his LED flickered yellow before becoming blue. “My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”
You watch him steadily, before nodding your thanks. “My name is Astraea. I will be assisting you whenever you are injured.”
Hank looks at you warily.
“Hopefully it is not too often,” you add quickly, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. The older man chuckles.
CaptainFowler clears his throat, seeking your attention. “Miss Dubois, we believe it will be best if you are situated near Lieutenant Anderson and Connor, as it will be to your utmost advantage.”
You smile softly, nodding in agreement.
Casting a quick look at the Lieutenant and Connor, you return your gaze to the Captain.
“I think that will be alright.”