I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Thursday, October 29th, 1:49 am

Riverside Hotel

"Here's the security room. Your android can access the files with that terminal there, and it'll be projected up on the screen there-"

"Yeah yeah, we get it, thanks!" Gavin cut the poor, tired lady off and slammed the door in her face, racing to the terminal she had been pointing to before being so rudely shut out. The room you were in was dark and cramped, with a brown desk against the wall adjacent to the door. A large screen stretched from the top of the desk about six feet high, and a blue screen sat on the desktop. "Get to it, Nines!" Gavin clasped his hands, chewing the already-worn skin of his bottom lip. Nines approached the terminal, placing a hand down on the scanner. His skin peeled rapidly away, and his eyes went dark, his blue irises spinning as he rewound through the security footage. 

"Thursday, October 26- 4:00 am." Nines spoke aloud, his voice clear, and found the footage he was looking for. "Here." he said, and his eyes returned to normal as the screen lit up with an array of different images. There were about 20 different squares, all recordings from different security cameras at the exact same time. 

"Look out for the androids and tell me the moment you see them." Gavin planted his hands on the desktop, eyes narrowed as his gaze flicked from one camera to the next in quick succession. You did the same, spotting nothing out of the ordinary- oh no, there! 

"There!" you point, a finger racing up to direct towards a camera in the dead center displaying the back door that the deviants had broken in through. The HT300 you had seen in the evidence room stood immobile, hands folded in front of her, brown hair neat and tidy. When the door was breached, her head whipped to the side, and she was reaching for a button on the small table at her side, planning to alert more qualified security. Her hand was inches from it's destination when the same tall, black-haired android from that morning grabbed the back of her uniform, pulling her towards him and catching her head in his hands. With one swift, brutal crack, her neck was snapped like a twig, and she was shut down immediately.

"Model TG200M. That's-"

"The model Connor found at that crime scene a while back!" Gavin said, still glaring at the camera, more intently than before. After the TG200M came the female deviant who had held Nines at gunpoint. Through the poor quality of the camera, you could make out her dark hair, tied up in two buns. Her bangs were orange, framing her face, and on the exposed nape of her neck was a deep gash revealing sparking wires and working thirium veins. 

"She is a TG900F, the other android that my predecessor detected through it's thirium." one more figure walked through the door. This was the android that Gavin continued to freak out about. 

"Pause it, pause it!" Gavin ordered, and Nines did just that. "Can you zoom or some shit?" he asked, glancing over at Nines, who only shook his head. Letting out a string of curses, Gavin climbed right onto the table, bringing his eyes as close to the screen as possible.

"Detective, being that close is bad for your eyesight-"

"Shut it, Tin Can! Let me concentrate!" the room fell into silence, and then Gavin let out a gasp. "I knew it!" he launched himself backwards and back to the floor, grabbing your wrist in one hand and Nine's upper arm in the other. "I fucking knew it, oh my god- Back to the car!"

"Who is it, Gavin? Who?" Gavin didn't answer. Jesus, he was so frustrating!! You followed him wordlessly, eager to discover whatever the hell it was that he was hiding from you. There were very few people in the hallways, and the most of them were the same HT300 model you had just watched have her neck snapped through the cameras. They all passed you confused glances, but Gavin didn't care as he continued to lead the way rapidly towards the exit doors. He pushed the doors wide open, and took the few stairs two at a time, heading straight for your car. He let go of you and Nines, pulling his phone out again and clicking into his text messages. You could see him crafting a text, and then he let out a sigh and clicked call instead, raising the phone to his ear.