[16 December 2038 Morning
Gavin: Hostile]

"I've come to understand that you don't like me very much. Or at all if I dare to say so, " RK900 pointed out.

Detective Reed was sitting in his chair, parallel to his desk, leaning back and his feet were planted on his desk. He was facing his computer but his eyes were on RK900.

"No shit Sherlock, " he said sarcastically. "I don't even understand why i need you,"

"If you ever come into a situation where your life might be treated I will protect you, "

Detective Reed turned his head and looked at RK900. "I can defend myself you know,"

"I'm stronger, faster and way more intelligent than you. You'll need me,"

[Gavin: Hostile -]

Detective Reed took his feet in off the desk and stood up aggressively. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm pretty sure it was clear,"

He clenched the hand into a fist and raised it slightly. "Repeat that. I DARE YOU,"

"I'm stronger, fast-"

RK900 was cut off by Detective Reed as he tried to punch him in his stomach, but before he hit him, RK900 stop it with his hand. He dragged Detective Reed past him, took his arm behind his back and bent him over and down against the desk.

"-er and way more intelligent than you. You'll need me, "

Detective Reed twitched slightly out of pain, but his mouth remained shut and not a word came out. RK900 let him go and took a step back. Detective Reed threw himself back into his chair and began breathing heavily. He didn't look angry like RK900 had expected him to be, he looked rather ridiculed. "Okay, um...so...I have a case that...we need to go look at, " he informs with a weak voice.

"What about your interrogation, Detective, " RK900 asked. "Someone took over obviously. I had to go meet you,"

There was a long moment where they were just looking at each other. Detective Reed shifted quite a lot. "Why is your uniform different?"

"To look more stylish and to tell the difference between me and RK800,"

"No, I meant why are the blue triangle and the armband removed?"

"According to one of the human workers in Cyberlife, they were removed after getting about 100.000 complaints about it looking awfully similar to a certain event in history,"

"Huh..."

"The model number, however, is still on to quicker find compatible parts in case an android is injured,"

Detective Reed didn't answer. Rather her turned 91.3° and typed something into his computer. "Look at this, " he said.

RK900 took a step forward and bowed down to see what it said.

[Scanning...
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Case Reference: Kidnapping
Victim: Ella Grant
Reporting Officer: ID#5371 UNIT#714
Case Assigned To: Detective Gavin Reed
Case Status: Open
Involving Android: Yes
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...
The plaintiff, Jacob Grant: Ella Grant's adoptive father, claim that his daughter was kidnapped but the housemaid android, an AP700 #641 790 832. It had supposedly kidnapped the teenager during the night as the incident had been unnoticed. ]

RK900 leaned back up. Detective Reed scratched his chin and proofread it. "You read it?"

RK900 nodded. "Great we're leaving now. Um, what's your name by the way?"

"I don't have a name, I was an early release. No name was given,"

Detective Reed rolled his eyes and got up from the chair. "Well, then your new nickname will be asshole,"

He began to walk towards the entrance and RK900 followed right behind him.

[Nickname acquired: Asshole
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Respond to if addressed by: Gavin Reed]

Detective Reed's car had automobile active as they drove which gave Detective Reed that chance to mumble words under his breath. A sound that was so loud that it cancelled out the sound of the people walking in the street. In short one of the most annoying sounds that RK900 could think off.

He tried to distract himself by watching the people in the streets. The snow had settled nicely outside and most of the people were dressed in long, thick jackets, gloves, beanies and scarfs.

It was now so far into December that almost all of the stores were covered in Christmas decorations. The only people how still haven't hung up anything were the ones that never did.

Most of the people were having a good time with only 12 people that were over the top angry or stressed. Soon these streets will be packed with stressed out, caffeine-addicted people in their 20-40 running around willing to pay triple the price for everything that looks nice enough.

RK900 looked at them for a few minutes. There was something fascinating about them.

All of a sudden detective Reed's mumbling stopped. RK900 turned his head and looked at him.

[Gavin's stress level:73%]

"Is there something wrong, Detective?" he asked.

"Don't do anything when we arrive unless I tell you to. I'm the detective here, remember, " he answers anxiously. He didn't look back at RK900, rather he his eyes shifted back and forth between the road and his hands.

"Of course, detective,"

They went silent after that and RK900 turn his head back and continued to look out of the window for the rest of the drive.

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