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JUNE POV
It’s pouring rain. Awesome . I tug the hood of my sweatshirt up over my hair before exiting the self-driven taxi, stepping out onto the sidewalk in front of my destination. I shove my hands into the front pocket and briskly jog up to the porch of my uncle's house. As I look around it's evident to me that he really hasn't been taking care of the place as much as he used to. I sigh and lightly rap on the door. When nothing happens, I bang my fist on the solid wood.
“Hank! Come on, it's me! Your favorite niece!” I pause, hearing shuffling movements coming from the side of the house.
“Uh, hello?” The shuffling stops. Silence. Suddenly I hear glass shatter and I bolt over to the side of the house. As I was digging out my keychain pepper spray Uncle Hank gave me for Christmas, (I guess it actually was a good gift), I catch a glimpse of a guy jumping in through the kitchen window.
“What the fuck?? That was cool,” I mumble to myself, “I want to learn how to do that.”
“It's okay… I'm here to help your owner… uh… Sumo?” A smooth, but mildly worried voice drifts out the broken kitchen window. I hear the dog pad off and tip toe to look inside. Suddenly, a man stands up in front of me. He jumps back at the same time I do.
“Who the hell are you?” I shout as he quickly says “I swear I'm trying to help him!” I pause.
“Help Hank?” Narrowing my eyes, “What's wrong with Hank?” The man steps to the side and I see my uncle passed out on the floor of his kitchen in a t-shirt and boxer shorts, a .357 magnum in his hand.
“UNLOCK THE FRONT DOOR AND LET ME IN! I'M HIS NIECE!!” I shout at the strange man as I run to the front door, trying not to slip in the mud. As I get to the door I put my hand on the handle, I hear it click, and it swings open. I start to fall forward but the man on the other side catches me. I look up and was immediately struck by how amazingly handsome he is, and his wide, innocent looking chocolate colored eyes. Probably not a drinking buddy, then. I quickly recover, pat his arm quickly and rush towards Hank. My hood falls off my head and my hair shakes loose.
“Hank!” I first take the gun from his hand and push it away. “Hank!!!!” I gently shake his shoulders. A hand appears on my own shoulder as the other man steps around me.
“Let me try.” He kneels down on Hank's other side, and after glancing at him at several places, starts lightly patting his face. “Hank. You passed out.” the man said, gaining a mumbled reply from Hank, nothing anywhere near coherent. That's when the guy full on slaps my uncle across the face.
“What the fuck?!?!?” Hank and I both yell at the man; Hank bolts upright. We always were very similar.
“Come on. You need to get sobered up, we have a case.” That's when I finally look at the man who had broken in. He has a grey jacket that states ‘RK800’ with some numbers underneath on the right breast, and then I saw the blue arm band. The man grasps Hank's right arm, trying to pull him up. I attempt to help by supporting Hank's other arm, but it's difficult since Hank is a good five inches taller than me, and this strange man is a couple inches taller than Hank.
“You're an android?” I look at the RK800 curiously. We slowly start to shuffle to the bathroom as Hank tells Sumo to attack. When he doesn't, Hank tells him he's a good boy. I giggle a bit.
“Yes, I'm Connor, the prototype android sent by CyberLife to assist Lieutenant Anderson's investigation involving android deviancy.”
Huh. “Didn't know they made them look this good too.”
He stumbles and looks at me owlishly with his big brown eyes.“What?”
I pry Hank's hand off the door frame of the bathroom and we deposit him in the tub. “I don't want a bath!” He yells as Connor quickly turns on the shower head, sending cold water blasting down.
“I said, I didn't think they made androids this attractive.” I state, over the sounds of Hank's protests. Connor shuts the water off. His LED light (how did I not notice that before?) quickly spun yellow. Connor looks at me, lingering a bit, before turning to Hank. His LED still yellow.
“Hank, a homicide came in 43 minutes ago. We're expected at the scene.” Hank looks between the two of us, like he was seeing us for the first time.
“When the fuck did you get here?” was directed at me, and “How the fuck did you get IN here?” was directed at Connor.
“I took a cab."
“I broke a window.” Connor states as Hank dragged his hand across his face and sighs.
“Connor, you can't just break people's windows… And June, you can't just show up unannounced…”
“I called. Eight times. After the fifth I was worried.” I stared at him. “And apparently I was right to be worried. You were passed out drunk, probably playing Russian Roulette again.” Hank was staring at the floor. Connor looks startled.
“You do this often??” I turn to Connor.
“Every now and then. That's why I was so quick to head over.”
“Look, I don't want to deal with this shit right now, can you both just leave?” Hank waves us towards the door. We both firmly stand in place.
“No, we have a case.” Hank glares at Connor in response. “Well then, I guess if you don't want to check out the homicide at the sex club, I can go with Detective Reed.” He teases as he starts to leave. Hank perks up a bit and I chuckle.
“Well, I could use some air…” Connor smiles and walks out to the living room. Hank turns to me. “Could you grab your favorite uncle a set of dry clothes? Sorry I have to run out on you.” I shrug.
“It happens. What do you want to wear?” He drags himself over to the toilet, and I pick up the seat.
“Your choice.” I hum.
“You're going to regret that.” He weakly laughs, and starts to hurl. “I'll just.. uh. Leave you to it then.” I skitter out of the bathroom, pulling the door mostly shut. I hung my head and sigh. This was happening far too often. I feel Connor watch me as I walk across the hall to grab something for Hank to wear, pulling my favorite shirt of his out of the closet, and grabbing a pair of pants and socks. I meander back to the bathroom and cracked open the door, setting the clothes just inside.
“Thanks kid.”
“No problem.” I shut the door all the way and tiredly wander to the living room. I look at Connor, who was putting away the gun in the kitchen. Connor's eyes followed me the whole way, his LED still yellow.
“You find me attractive?” He looks very confused. I shrug.
“I mean… Yeah, why wouldn't I? You have a nice face.”
“But I'm an android.”
“And people, being people, will literally try to fuck anything, hence, making androids attractive.” His cheeks flush a pretty blue color and he suddenly looks away. After a moment, he turns back to me.
“Please don't try, I have a mission to complete.” I heartily laugh. He looks even more confused. I move to help him clean up the kitchen a bit.
“I wouldn't, not unless I knew you wanted it. By the way, my name is June Anderson. I'm Hank's niece.” I stick out my hand for him to take, and he slowly grasps it.
“You are… very straightforward.” He slowly shakes my hand. I wink.
“Yeah. I am. I find life goes a little easier if you are.” He lets go of my hand, and I shove mine into my hoodie pocket. The sound of retching could still be heard from the bathroom.
“So what do you do for a living?” Connor asks, tilting his head. His LED was finally back to blue.
“Crime scene reconstruction for the DPD” He smiles.
“Then how come I haven't seen you around the precinct?”
“I'm usually holed up in the basement in some corner. I prefer it in the dark, away from people and surrounded by my computer.” He nods his head understandingly. He looks at the table, at a face down photograph, and picks it up. He stares at it for a couple seconds, probably analyzing it. He turns the photo to me. Oh. Oh no.
“Was this Lieutenant Anderson’s son?” I gently took the picture and set it back face down on the table.
“Yes. But that’s a story for Hank to tell you.” His LED was yellow for a second, then it turns back to blue. We both wander back to the living room and sat down on the couch together in a comfortable silence. After a moment, Hank wanders out, fully dressed. We turned our heads to look at him.
“June, you gonna stay here until I get back then?” he asks as he put on his coat.
“Yeah, I'll wait here for you.” I glance at his books. “I'll find something in there to read until you're back.” Hank claps me on the shoulder.
“Come on Connor, let's not keep them waiting.” Connor eagerly bounces up, reminding me of a very excitable puppy. With a wave, the two headed out the door. Connor pokes his head back in.
“Have a good night, enjoy your reading.” I smile warmly at him.
“I'll try. Go on Connor, go do detective things.” He smiles again and gently shut the door. I lock it behind them when I saw Hank's car leave the driveway, meandering over to his bookshelf to grab a book and settle in.