We Are Alive | Connor x Reader | Detroit: Become Human

It had taken a full day of planning and getting the necessary equipment to pull their stunt off and everyone except Markus had got an android uniform in that time. It was imperative (Y/n) and Markus had hats to conceal the fact that they had no LED since they had had them removed. At 1:15pm, they acted. Everyone except Markus started out in android uniform, with Markus just in normal human attire. 

The others left to find their own way into the building while (Y/n) crawled into the ventilation system with an android uniform and a duffel bag. She pushed them along in front of her while she dragged herself along. Using her photographic memory, she brought up a map of the building in herhead. Straight, second right, first left, straight again... The cramped metal tunnels widened out and became different from the rest. She was no longer in the ventilations. Taking a few more turns she called to mind the map again. Hopefully, she was above one of the cubicles in the men's room.

The floor of the tunnel had a square pattern and she pressed her ear to one of the squares. She couldn't hear anything. She put some pressure on the square and it easily gave way. Peeping under it, she saw that she had managed to get into a cubicle first time and thank goodness, there was no one inside. Jumping down, she gently pushed the door open slightly just to check where the stall was. It was on the far end, furthest away from the door. 

Then she noticed a human man washing his hands and she quickly closed the door. She put her hand lightly against the door and the green light saying it was free briefly flickered for a second and she climbed back into the tunnels above. Leaving the uniform by the panel, she carried on shuffling along the tunnel with the duffel bag and she contacted Markus.

"Markus, the uniform is in place in the cubicle furthest from the door. I've set it so no one but androids can get in. Just remove one of the weak panels in the ceiling and it should be there."

"Thanks (Y/n)." He responded from somewhere outside the building. (Y/n) dragged herself through the tunnel until she came to a small drop. Jumping down she crawled for a bit along the next tunnel until she saw a grate and light around the corner. Shuffling along to it, she gave it a hard push and it gave way, falling onto the floor with a slight crash. Pushing the duffel bag through the square hole, she fell out the hole after it. 

Brushing herself off, she stood up and looked at where she was. A stairwell. It had a yellow and black colour scheme like the rest of the building. There was a sign on the wall, showing the labels for the 45th - 49th floors.She picked up the bag and pulled her cap over her head more, hiding her temple and her missing LED. Hurrying down to the 45th floor she luckily saw another grate at the side. She crouched down and took it off then stuffed the duffel bag inside. Far enough that it wouldn't be seen easily but not too far that it couldn't be reached. After that, she contacted North.

"The equipment is in a ventilation shaft in the stairwell on the 45th floor."

"Thanks, (Y/n). I'll head up now and wait for Markus. You go and disable security." North told her.

"On it." (Y/n) ran back up the stairs to a higher floor and thought about the layout of the building again. Where were the cameras located? She mostly wanted the ones just outside the broadcast room so no one could trigger an alarm. So, cameras cameras... where had they discussed they would be?

'Floor 68.' (Y/n) groaned in remembrance. The elevator was the best option at this point. She walked out of the stairwell via a door to the 47th floor. A few people walked around or sat at desks in two small rooms that were in the centre of the floor. 

Seeing the elevator, she made a beeline for it, walking mechanically and not letting any emotion show on her face as she passed humans. She pressed the panel to the side of the metal door to call the elevator to her floor. The door slid open after a few seconds and she stepped in. She was about to enter the floor number until a man rushed in before the doors could close. (Y/n) tried not to panic or say anything.