I jerk up out of my sleep hearing my phone go off. My last alarm... I'm late!!! It's only my second day!!! I jump out of my bed, quickly taking of my pj's, and throwing on an outfit I had prepared the day before. I slip on a pair of converse, tripping over my rug, Al looking up at me tilting her head in confusion. I grab my backpack full of anything I'll need to help, with even the smallest investigation, and dash out of my bedroom door, seeing Ralph just now finishing a cute little sausage biscuit with a little egg patty thing on it. I quickly grab one, giving Ralph a quick side hug. "Bye, Ralph! I'm late gotta go! Bye!" I say running out the door, and closing I behind me, quickly locking it. I hear a muffled 'goodbye' from the door and knock on it letting him know I heard him. I dash to the elevator pressing the button. The good thing about living in a thirty five story building  is The elevator moves quickly. I hear a small ding, hopping on when the door opens quickly pressing the lobby button. 

Im soon running out of the elevator, out the lobby doors, and hopping into my car, tossing my backpack into the passenger seat, then speeding off. I swirve a bit but get a grip on the asphalt launching into the light trafic avoiding the red lights, and gliding around cars that are going too slow for comfort. I see the department not too far and a spot open right in front of the double doors I quickly make my way there doing a oneighty into the spot slamming into curb, jerking me to the side, my unkempt hair falling over my eyes. A series of sharp knocks on my window starts, not ending until I look in the direction where there coming from. "Watch where the fuck your going dipshit!!!" The familiar voice screams from behind the window. I move my hair from in front of my eyes seeing Gavin at the driver side window, and Conan over by the passenger side window. I see a series of confusion, anger, shock, and curiosity go across his face but then it all settles into aggravation. "What the phuck are you doin' driving like that kid!" He shouts.

I grab my backpack and open the door stumbling out, raking my fingers through my hair, slamming the door shut behind me. I grab Gavin by the shoulders and look him in the eyes. "What. Time. Is. IT???" I say sternly. He gives my a sort of concerned look. "It's six thirty eight am." Conan says walking over. Wait but that means- "You are fifty two minutes early (Mrs\ Mr) (L\N)." He says formally. I groan letting go of Gavin and slamming a fist on the hood of my car. "Shit." I curse. Gavin fixes his jacket clearing his throat. "It's a good thing you're here, there's been a few reports of some hostile squatters in an old apartment across town." He says walking back to the department. I sigh following behind him, Conan at my side looking down at me. "You seam sleep deprived, what time did you sleep (L\N)?" He asks with a bit of a monotone voice. I rub my eyes yawning. "Five hours, probably four and a half" I say with a confused tone. Conan's LED blinks yellow while he thinks. "What did you do the night before to cause you to lose sleep?" He asks curiously. I groan a bit feeling a headache erupting. " My dog couldn't sleep last night from the storm so I had to stay up with her until It was over." I see Gavin glance back at me but, then continue through the double doors, Conan grabbing it before it even touched me, letting me pass through under his arm. "Thanks Conan." I say drowsily. "No problem (L\N)" He hums. I walk through the gate and the glass doors, making my way to the coffee room behind Gavin. We stop at the Keurig, Gavin getting himself a black coffee with a bit of sugar, And I getting (How you like you coffee). We stand there for a sec, but then head to Captain Fowlers office, taking small sips of our coffee. I try and fix myself up to look at least a little presentable, and walk in behind Gavin, Conan holding the door for us. "Thanks Conan" I say to the tall android. He nods towards me, walking in behind me, slowly closing the door. 

Captain Fowler turned towards us with a serious look on his face. "(Mr\Mrs) (L\N) are you fully equipped?" He asks me. I shake my head. "No sir I hadn't been provided a gun or vest." I say plainly. Fowler grabs a gun out of his desk handing it to me but then jerks it back. "Only if things get out of hand, Ok?" he says with a stern voice. I nod. "That's what I was trained for." I say grabbing the gun as he hands it back to me. He smiles at me and turns to gavin. "I expect the same from you Detective Reed. If I hear of any unarmed shooting I swear I will put you on probation for the rest of the year." He says threateningly. I flinch at his tone but Gavin doesn't move at all. "Whatever Jeffery, I only had to shoot that guy cause he was high on some shit with a knife." He says aggravated. Fowler sighs and looks back at me. "(L\N) we don't have any vests your size so be careful okay." He says sitting in his chair. I nod adjusting my jacket. "You three are dismissed." He orders. 

We file out of the office Conan holding the door behind us again. "We take my car." Gavin says walking out of the doors. We follow behind him until we reach a matt black honda civic with green LED lights. He stops over at the curb looking back at us. "Losers in the back." He says. I sigh at his childishness and follow behind Conan into the back seat of the car, closing the door behind me, sitting awkwardly. Gavin jumps into the front seat, starting the car, revving the engine adjusting the rear view mirror, and taking off.

It's been about five minutes since we left, I lean against the door, resting my head against the window sighing, Looking out at Detroit shining brightly. A small tune plays, and Gavin connects his phone his phone, playing a older song called 'Feel it still' causing me to perk up and, lightly tap my fingers against the armrest on the door, and mumbling the lyrics to myself. Conan looks in my direction with a curious expression, Gavin looks at me through his rearview Mirror a bit confused and amused. "What cha doin' kid?" He asks with a grin across his face. I get a little more comfortable, pointing at Gavin through the rearview mirror, singing a little louder doing a little jig as I do. "Got another mouth to feed Leave her with a babysitter, mama, call the grave digger Gone with the fallen leaves Am I coming out of left field?" I sing. Gavin laughs at me, Conan smiling at me as I continue singing. I clap to the song lightly elbowing Conan, causing him the chuckle at my behavior, Gavin quietly singing with me, tapping his finger on the steering wheel.

We pull up to a run down building, the name is faded but you can still read the carved letters spelling 'Carter Residential apartments 28' twenty eight for the number of floors. We exit out of the car without a word, slowly walking up the stairs. My first mission. I shudder as Gavin opens the door, a loud creak coming from the hinges, slowly stepping in, slight anxiety creeping at the back of my neck, hearing glass crack under my feet. We make our way over to the staircase, I think back to what Gavin said not too long ago while we were making our way down here. "Most of the reports claim that the rooms were on the third floor, probably for a quick escape so don't let them get an easy exit. Do you copy?" Conan and I nod, as we stop at the building.

Soon we're exiting the staircase into the third floor, It reeks of cocaine, red ice, and chemicals. I gag at the smell, Gavin covers his face in disgust at the smell, Conan with a straight face scanning the area thoroughly. Gavin takes the lead, holding his gun in front of him ready to aim, while Conan and I watch our backs, keeping our guns just in reach, mine under my jacket with my holster, and Conans in a holster on his thigh. A loud bang comes from a white door covered in dirt and drops of dried blood. Gavin makes his way to the door, going to one side. "Pst, Nines." He quietly calls Conan over gesturing him to the other side of the door, Conans LED turning yellow. Gavin gestures for me to stand behind him. I quickly make my way behind him, resting my hand on the grip of the gun. Gavin lifts up three fingers, slowly taking them down, one after the other.

Now.

Gavin kicks open the door lifting up his gun aiming it at two squatters on the ground, surrounded by red clouds, and covered in white powder, the smell from before becoming more pronounced. "Detroit police! Put them up!" Gavin shouts. One of them slowly reaches for a rusted knife, keeping their eyes on Gavin."Grab that knife and your gonna lose a hand!" Gavin barks, causing the squatter to flinch back. Conan steps in front of me walking up to the squatters, clipping handcuffs around their wrists. He drags them to a wall across the room identifying them as Walter Eston, and Andrew Bold. Gavin questions them. "How many more of you are there?" He asks. Andrew looks past me then at Conan, refocusing on Gavin. I was the only one to notice that he looked past me, as he answers shakilly. "I-it's only us officer."

I turn around and see a kitchen area with needles, and lines of cocaine on a countertop, slowly making my way over to the area. I see puddles of a purple liquid on the counter top, the smell of chemicals burning my nose and making my eyes water, I continue through the kitchen and see a dark form huddled in the corner eyes glowing a bright violet, and the sound of whirring coming for it. We lock eyes for a second before he lunges at me knife in hand, revealing a skinless, malfunctioning android, covered in the same chemical mix on the counter top. He jabs the knife into my shoulder, twisting it as I'm thrown off balance, ripping a scream of pain from my throat. Gavin and Conan turn Around towards me, seeing the android trying to pull the knife from my shoulder, as I fight him off. Gavin aims his gun but is tackled by one of the squatters, knocking the gun out of his hand across the floor. Conan tries to help but the squatter grabs a nearby pole, and slams it across his head, causing him to lose balance, but then punches them in the face throwing them into the wall. I kick the android in the face throwing him off of me, scrambling to my feet intime, I grab the androids arm as he rushes at me and fling him over my shoulder slamming him back on the ground, hearing a creak like metal bending. I put my foot on his shoulder, forcing all of my weight on it causing him to grunt in pain, I grab an android neutralizer and place it on the back of his neck, and pressing the button, sending a paralyzing shock across his body, causing him to go limp.

I sigh turning to see Conan beating the shit out of Walter, and Gavin still wrestling with Andrew on the floor, rolling around in the red ice, and cocaine. I grab the man on top of Gavin and jerk him off holding him at the shoulders, he tries to headbutt me, but fails. Gavin gets up and punches him in the stomach, and then in the face knocking him out cold. I drop him, watching him fall flat on his face. "Fuckin' cunt." Gavin grumbles under his breath as he limps to his gun, swiping it off of the ground with a grunt. "This could have been easier if you just cooperated, but noOoOo, you just had to be difficult!" He shouts kicking Andrew in the side. I sight, sliding down the wall grabbing my wounded shoulder. Conan lands one last blow to Walters stomach, as he pukes and passes out in his own pile of throw-up. He looks around at us. "Is everyone okay?" He asks, concern in his voice. "Yeah I've got a sprained ankle, and (Y\N) has a gaping hole in their shoulder! But no biggie!" Gavin shouts sarcastically. "Gavin! Chill!" I yell at him. He clasps his mouth shut looking down at me. I get up and walk over to him. "I need you to call for a paddywagon, and an ambulance." I say stopping a few feet away from him. He nods looking at my shoulder with concern on his face.  "How's your shoulder kid?" He asks. I rub the back of my neck. "I'll manage." I say giving him finger guns. He chuckles and looks back at Conan with a bit of a smile on his face but it changes in a split second to fear. I turn fast enough to see Walter grab the gun out of Conans hollister and aim it right at me. "(Y\N) watch out!" Gavin screams. Conan goes to grab Walter but moves to slow as the sound of the hand gun goes off, and the world goes dark