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[socrowdedinhere]

 

*There is a man in there. He's standing behind a couch, a tied up little girl standing on the couch before him. He's mostly hidden behind her and has a gun pressed to her temple.*

Man: *voice is low and gravely* Put down your guns and step inside, or I blow out her brains.

Darnell: .......... *steps in, dropping his pistol, hands up*

Conner: *it may or may not surprise Darnell that he immediately shifts in, hands out* I'm unarmed. We just want the little girl, safe and unharmed.

Man: *eyes Conner* ...Android? *what?*

Conner: Yes.

Darnell: He's with me. He's my partner. My name is Detective Barrett. And he's right. We just want the child.

Man: *eyes narrow at Darnell* ...I remember you. You almost got me last time. You took my girl. *he snarls, and the next moments will happen so quickly.*

*The man whips his gun out, aimed at Darnell. Conner has a very quick choice to make. Does he shove Darnell down and out of the way, possibly disorienting the detective enough that he can't get out of range before another shot is aimed at him, or does he rush the shooter and take the shots.  To Conner the choice is clear. He darts forward, into the path of the gun. The first shot takes Conner in the shoulder, sending out a spray of blue fluid. The next shot hits him in the stomach, and the last shot rips through his Thirium pump regulator. He knows with that damaged he only has about 90 seconds left. The first two shots don't get a reaction from Conner, but the third draws a cry as his systems flash red and a countdown starts. He hits the couch, flipping it backwards and into the man. It's enough to make the shooter drop his gun, drop the girl, and stumbled back hard against the wall.*

Darnell: Connor!?  CONNOR!!! *but his training takes over and he does what must be done to save the child and take down the suspect!*

*If Darnell is quick, he’ll be able to cuff the man in moments. The child is crying, eyes locked on Conner.*

Conner: *writhing, the LED on his temple swirling red as he uploads his memories to CyberLife, knowing another model of him with the same memories will be sent to Darnell.*

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[neverasked4this]

Darnell: *nods* I am. Mystery Case Files as a special contract with the Queen of England. I serve as a sort of attaché, mostly working with a team in MI5, but I'm on-call if the queen has a special assignment for me. I live in London nine months of the year and come home for three to be with my family - I'll be introducing you, by the way. There's a big get-together on Saturday, plus I was thinking of dropping by either Dad's or my sister Cat's place before then.

[socrowdedinhere]

Conner: I look forward to meeting your family. Am I allowed to ask what kind of work you do in England?

[neverasked4this]

Darnell: *wry grin* You're allowed to ask. I'm just not allowed to answer. *shrugs* There's a lot of confidential work, though sometimes I'm loaned out to other teams whose work I /can/ talk about. Homicide, high crime, sometimes cyber-crime, any time there's something especially difficult and the detectives on the case want a fresh set of eyes that might catch pieces of the puzzle they're missing.

[socrowdedinhere]

Conner: Might I ask how you came to be in service to Her Majesty?

[neverasked4this]

Darnell: …you probably wouldn't believe it. Most people don't.

[socrowdedinhere]

Conner: *little shrug* Tell me anyway? You don’t have to, of course. *but he’d like to know*

[neverasked4this]

Darnell: Well . . . *pulls a deep breath* It was very early in my career. I interned with and then was hired by Mystery Case Files right out of college, I'd only been with the agency for several months, not even quite a year yet. There was gem show in Capital City, New York, and it's a big enough show that, that year, there were some articles from the British Royal collection on special display, including a giant blue diamond called The Queen's Hope. So, it was stolen, and the FBI were investigating. The lead agent on the case had family back in a city called Huntsville, in Nevada, where I was instrumental in cracking a series of cases and breaking up a crime ring. She asked for my help on the Queen's Hope case. We cracked it, and the queen herself was impressed enough with my work to ask for me to be allowed to go to the UK to look into a mystery on her shores that had baffled many of even her own most talented agents. It…it was a house, an old mansion - more than a hundred years old - just outside of Blackpool, England. Ravenhearst. *his voice remains steady, but from "it was a house," the quality changes. If Connor looks, there's a bit of a haunted look in his eyes, and his hands are gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. If Connor's quiet a moment, he'll continue, but…it does take a few seconds for him to speak again*