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(setting) Ishmael's Hospital Room
| (behold a spack thread, this should be good)
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| >At the door, stood a lady, Arms crossed, leaning on the doorframe.
"So you looked for a witness. And found 2 droids in your face. Congratulations, you might not have much of a face now, but you got a witness."
| >Ishmael face remains unchanged, he looks over to the figure standing in the door and grimaces. his gaze returns to the window.
"what was I doing? well, short answer is being a complete fool, that's what."
>He brings his fist down on the table next to him, rattling it.
| >She pushes away from the door, and approaches the bed, sitting down near him.
"Did you get anything from that anyway?"
| > he reaches over to the bedside table and tosses her a small green bottle, jingling with pills.
"it turns out that these are more than just a pick me up, When they checked my blood they noticed trace amounts of toxins mixed into the phycoserum. Turns out R and D didn't want me to make it back"
| "Interesting. Can I take a look?"
>The lady holds her hand out, interested in the pills.
| "sure"
>with his non injured arm he cautiously drops the bottle into her outstretched hand.
| >She pops open the lid, taking a closer look at the pills them selves, and any labeled on the bottle.
"So who are you exactly?"
| "my name is Detective Inspector Ishmael. I am, or was part of internal affairs with police. Those pills are usually standard issue if you were wondering."
He grunts and pushes himself up in bed a little further.
| "What does internal Affairs want with an android?"
| "well it's not just one, but a pair apparently, They didn't tell me much but that they need to be retrieved ASAP"
| >He gestures to his coat, little more than a bundle of threads draped across a chair.
"check whats left of the inside left pocket and you'll find the only orders I was given."
| (Soz, lectures and labs)
>She walks over to the coat, checking all the pockets, leaving the left one for last.
"Where did the order come from?"
| >He shrugs.
"The only place I know is that they came from higher up and that's it. The Chief walks into my office one day and drops it on the table and walks out without a word."
| >He hacks out a cough and returns his gaze to the door. Eyes fixed doggedly on the handle. Fingers curling round an imaginary trigger.
| "So far so good, but why internal affairs? This seems like a fugitive case for the PD, not IA."
>She ponders, while checking the contents of his jacket.
| "from what I can recall with my last encounter with them,"
>he grimaces and puts a hand to his chest.
"that these two are probably not as human myself, I think R and D have something to do with this, hence why they want me to cover it up."
| "Since when did IA have an R&D department? This seems like a conspiracy..."
| >he waves his hand dismissively.
"No you misunderstand. It's the R&D for the service, cops still need equipment to conduct their duty you know. But seeing as these two are more on the perilous side...i think thats why they chose IA to cover it up."
| "think about it for a moment, a new sort of law enforcing android, that looks almost exactly like any other robot or human, goes missing and cuts down a bunch of people, how good is that gonna look in the press if this gets out."
| "Hmm... It seems I need to call him in. I came across one of these bots of yours at my gallery, it nearly murdered me, so it makes it personal. Name's Cain, by the way."
>She digs around in her pockets for something.
| >He sits bolt upright in bed, face pale.
"what was it like? what did it sound like? did you see it properly? how damaged was it?"
>questions rattling on like train carriages.
| "Well... it caused plenty danage to the gallery, which you will be billed for, But it would not respond to anything I said, just kept going on about not having clearance. The only thing I got from it is that its reverted to a 'prime directive'? It was robotic and loud in voice, and looked... human, but with some uncanny valley to it. It's what was it... LLARD? was damaged, and I shot it with some EMP bullets, after it attacked me."
>Cain lists off Ishmael's worries.
| "Well, that does narrow it down."
>He looks around worriedly and draws the curtain.
"From what I can guess you had the pleasure of meeting Gamma. Technically the older of the two and most definitely the most damaged of the two."
> He pauses and rakes his fingers through his stubble.
"And I'm not sure what those LLARD is but if my suspicions are correct, then that means its cloaking field is damaged, we could probably stand a better chance of finding him if we moved fast."
| "We? Have you seen yourself? You're in a hospital!"
>Cain burrows her eyebrows in irritation
| >Ishmael Grunts and points at a crutch in the corner.
"We cant risk them hurting anyone else, and seeing what R&D tried on me, I don't want to put anyone else in my department at risk."
>Like a freight train building pressure, he slowly and inexorably begins to right himself out of bed.
| "Well, I can't stop you. But a partner."
>Cain crosses her hands.
| "A partner you say? Well some backup would be nice, but if anything I could do with Amanda back"
>Bare feet touch the freezing tiled floor. Ishmael hisses in discomfort and straightens up.
"Will you not see this through to the end Miss Cain?"
| "I can provide you with weapons, and you can partner with AM, but I will not be going in myself."
>She holds out a calling card.
"Call me, I still need to charge someone for damages."
| "I will be keeping both of these in mind. Thank you for your cooperation."
>He pulls the crutch closer and props himself up, his top half sagging a little has be begins to swing on over to the door.
| >Cain opens the door for him.
"Oh, and make sure to get some clothes, because that hospital gown is not flattering."
| >looking down and nodding, with just a hint of a blush he begins to waddle outwards and into the corridoor.
| >Cain pulls out her phone, and begins dialing a number. After numerous diffrent phone numbers, she finally reaches AM.
"Hey boss? I got something interesting, and your cop girlfriend might be interested too. Remember Ishmael? The one who came in to the ice cream place? Well his story checks out, and whatever he is hunting, is big. His own people drugged him to cover their tracks."
/Hmm... Meet me at the tailor's, we can discuss more there, and bring your friend./
"Alright."
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| > Detective Inspector Ishmael shoulder be there, and he knew it. Those things were still you there, but how many others knew? He looks out of the window, Inky clouds swim across a black sky, a texture across the night. He sighed and looked down, the cavernous gaps visible beneath plaster and bandages. He curls and uncurls his hand twitching and shaking in anticipation.