[Buenas noches I'll disappear after this but I'm also excited about this]

The girl in the car with Brendon was absolutely gorgeous. Daniel wanted her to accompany it for as long as possible, seeing as the lieutenant didn't take kindly to androids. Brendon didn't know where they were going exactly, but it didn't mind spending twenty minutes alone with her while they searched for him.

"Detective Swift, where is the lieutenant?"

She had braked suddenly at the red light, and stared at Brendon even after it had turned green. It was late at night, nobody else was on the streets, but it didn't excuse her to be a terrible driver. "Call me Taylor, please. Don't use the last name. I think I've told you twice now."

"Noted. I apologize, Detective."

" 'S no problem, Brendon. He's usually at some bar or whatever, but it's pretty late. I don't go drinking anymore unless it's a party, so I'm not exactly sure which ones are open. I left my phone at home too so I can't exactly call him."

The list of bars cycling through Brendon's vision was short. She was right, not many were open, and none of them allowed androids inside. "The closest facility is 3 miles down this road, on the left. Perhaps he's there. There is also one closer, however they are closing in 2 minutes and would not be an ideal location."

She smiled, red lipstick turning dark underneath the orange street lights. "I'm kinda starting to see why you guys are so popular. You're absolutely adorable, and so helpful. Would've taken me all night to realize there's anything down here."

"I'm programmed to be helpful. That's what makes androids so appealing."

"You're also programmed to solve the deviant cases," she glanced at it, taking her eyes off the street for a moment to watch it stare, entranced at the vacant road ahead, "and adapt to hostile or difficult work partners. How do you plan to act around the guy? He's always kinda grumpy and he likes to use every swear word he can, whenever he can."

Brendon went quiet for a moment, sorting through all the interactions it'd been given, kind or not. The person it was supposed to find was at a bar late at night, far past midnight. Either he was trying to forget issues and drown out sorrows, or he was working undercover to bust an illegal crime ring. The first one seemed more likely. "I need more information before I determine the best approach to interact correctly with the Lieutenant."

"Is everything a calculation to you? Like, if I say this and that, then there's a 50% chance this dude is going to slam my face into the counter and tear my head off with his bare hands? And do you fight back? Are you allowed to do that?" Taylor slowed to a stop in front of Jimmy's bar, but didn't remove the keys from the ignition or instruct Brendon to remain in the vehicle while she retrieved the Lieutenant.

"I am programmed to adapt, not necessarily to defend myself from hostility as my priority is saving others. As an android, I'm replaceable, and my data and memories can be transferred to the next RK-800 as needed with only a few days as delay."

Taylor paused, taking a minute to herself to fully process and make sense of the androids software. She couldn't. "Just go in there and get him for me, please. I'd like to get a minute of shut eye. I haven't slept for a few days and it's starting to make my head hurt."

Brendon had its hand wrapped around the car door handle before it turned back. It had to follow instructions. "You were told to stay with me at all times, Detective Taylor. Daniel Smith wants to ensure my safety where androids are specifically unwelcome."

Her eyes were already shut, but she sighed deeply and shifted in her seat to face away from it. "Fine. Your new instructions are to bring the Lieutenant back here so we can go to the crime scene, and adding on to that, don't fucking die or get in too much trouble. Now go, please. I need some sleep."

Brendon decided to follow Taylor's orders, even if it meant disobeying Daniel's. It didn't want to upset her any further, and humans without adequate hours of sleep tended to act out more frequently and violently. Taylor didn't seem like one of those people, but it didn't want to test her limits any further.

The inside of Jimmy's bar was dark, and set at an uncomfortable lukewarm temperature. Few people sat at the booths and stools, and all but 3 stared at it when Brendon entered. The latest hockey game was airing on the television mounted on the wall. It was a revolutionary game, the first one an android was allowed to play in. The controversial topic of advanced technology altering the plays of the game had circulated the news stations for months.

Brendon scanned the room, finding nothing but jobless lowlifes shooting daggers its way. Surprisingly, the bartender said nothing about an android stepping foot on the premises. He must've noticed the indicative police badge on its jacket.

A quick scan of the bar revealed the Lieutenant at the very last seat of the counter, leaning against the wall with his eyes shut. An empty glass sat in his hand, faded traces of whisky lingering at the bottom.

"Lieutenant Weekes, I'm Brendon. I'm the android sent by CyberLife."

He didn't bother to move or even open his eyes, but he sighed. "Yeah, I know what you are. Can't you read the fucking sign out front? No androids allowed. That's literally why I'm here right now."

"We were supposed to formally meet earlier today and you never showed up. Detective Swift instructed me to locate you while she waits outside. A homicide has been reported on the other side of town." Brendon shook his shoulder until he sat up. They were already late to the crime scene, and it couldn't stand wasting anymore time on a fussy drunk Lieutenant.

"You're an android," Lieutenant Weekes shoved it off and glared at it over his shoulder, "solve the damn case yourself. You're capable, and Taylor is with you. She's a genius. Leave me alone."

The conflicting instructions wavered Brendon's stability. "I have been instructed to escort you to and from the scene as well as assisting with the rest of the investigation. I'm afraid you will have to come with me immediately."

He fully spun around, staring at it with half-lidded eyes. His eyes were a striking light blue, shining in the absence of adequate light in the bar, and his hair stuck up in odd directions. Dark circles were etched under his eyes. "Don't make me shoot you or whatever the fuck gets rid of you guys. Get out of here and don't ever contact me again, got it?"

Brendon's facial recognition was able to pinpoint him as Lieutenant Dallon Weekes before he turned back to the counter to watch the sports game. "Lieutenant Weekes, I'm afraid you have to come with me. Both my destruction and replacement fees will only come out of your pay, and various studies prove it's easier to comply and finish the job the first time."

"You're so fucking annoying. Get outta here. I'm not working with an android." He waited to hear it exit the bar, but Brendon didn't budge. If anything, it leaned in closer. "I'm giving you instructions, dipshit. Follow them. Leave me alone, you stupid hunk of plastic."

"Lieutenant—"

"Fuck off, tin can! That's an order, those are instructions, whatever you respond to. Get out of here."

Brendon sighed. It knew Taylor wouldn't be pleased if it returned to the car without the person they'd driven so far to retrieve. Nevertheless, it strode out of the building and stood outside the passenger door, staring through the window at Detective Taylor. She was out cold, even though only a few minutes had passed.

Naturally, Brendon decided to wake her up instead of finishing the job itself. Daniel had spoken highly of her, and in the car it researched her stunning abilities that made her the detective she was. Taylor had worked with the Lieutenant previously, and even though it had been only for a short time, Brendon hoped she would know how to deal with him. It walked around to the driver's side and watched her drool down her arm for another minute before knocking twice and opening the door without warning. "Wakey wakey, Detective."

She tumbled out to the road and only jumped awake after rolling and scraping the side of her arm. "I'll gut you this time Dallon, I swear to — Brendon? What happened? Where's he at?"

"Lieutenant Weekes refused to cooperate. I was instructed to leave multiple times. He appears to be intoxicated. I have not collected enough information to properly deal with his specific behavior in a manner that will end satisfactorily."

Taylor shot to her feet, clutching her elbow. It was a minor scrape, but blood still seeped through the slits between her fingers and down to her nails. "That piece of shit, I'll steal his dog and keep him to myself. You," she locked eyes with Brendon, "get in the passengers seat and don't you dare move. I'll go get him."

Brendon nodded and followed her around the back of the car, hopping in the front like it was told, and watched her storm inside and come out a minute later with the Lieutenant slung over her shoulder. She was 2 inches shy of being 6 feet tall, thus 3 inches shorter than Dallon, but she was strong. Brendon had seen her report and noticed the muscles underneath the sleeves of her shirt that had been folded just above her elbows.

With one arm wrapped around his legs, Taylor yanked open the back and threw him in, making sure to cram his feet clear before slamming the door as hard as she could.

"Follow instructions next time, Lieutenant," she grumbled, keying the ignition and swinging the car around for a sharp U-Turn in the middle of the street, "b'cause now you look like an idiot that got beaten up by a chick."

Brendon frowned. "Women are just as strong and enduring as men, if not more so based upon the monthly menstrual cycle and childbirth that men do not—"

"Oh my god, does that thing ever shut up? Does it have some SD card or something I can remove?"

"He's doing his job, Dallon, something you apparently can't do! Daniel assigned you both to this damn case because he'll be the one that actually gets you to show up!"

Lieutenant Weekes lunged between the front seats, the overpowering scent of the bar still filling the air like smoke from a fire. "It, Taylor, it. This thing isn't a person, it's a machine. Do I give a shit if it does a better job than I do? No, I don't, because that's what it's programmed to do."

Brendon turned back, ending up face to face with Dallon. "It's my mission to stop all deviants and determine the cause of their software malfunction, not to do a better job than you. That depends on the actions you take, and not about whether or not I am a machine."

"Dear God, please let me get kicked off this case."