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Chapter One

Forty minutes have passed by since the incident.

“You hear about the news, Steve?!” A grumpy voice overheard on a call of Steve’s glowing brown lens.

“Of course I did, Chief.” Steve responded. “It's blasting through my cyber optics. First thing I want to hear at three in the morning is a media meltdown.”

“Yeah, you heard.” Chief informed. “A huge recalling of those city robots too. Moments after going viral. It's a mess. A man follows orders of a robot and still somehow was enough to get killed by it.”

“I'm on my way to the small parking lot now.” Steve says as he drives his police car towards the scene with flashing sirens displayed on top of his car.

Every other vehicle in the busy bustling streets of New Haven was forced to make space. Finally, not a moment too soon, He arrives at the small shopping parking lot.

“God, what a time to rain.” Steve says puts on his black police cap to go along his brown overcoat that covers up his matching dark uniform. “All of these media bozos.” Steve parks from across the group and exits his car. Nothing but groups of officers trying to do their jobs of investigating as the paparazzi are hungry for knowledge. “Alright, get out of the way. Not taking interviews!” Steve shouts at the groups of interviewers as he makes his way to the scene of the crime.

“How will the police system feel about the public opinion of a cooperative suspect shot!?” one newscaster popped in front of him asked.

“Will your department take it up with Metx about this media controversy?” another one shouted.

“I won't say too much until I look into it.” Steve, disinterested in giving off misinformation towards the press, notice two people in dark coats looking over the fallen criminal. “Hey! Who are you two in the black coats standing there?” Steve’s brown eyes lit up. “Let me scan you two! Classified?!”

“Yes, we work for a different side of the New Haven justice department.” said by what sounds of a mild-mannered foreign female with a dark-haired ponytail and eyes that glowed like the stars of a clear night.

“Sounds like you’re not around here either.” Steve comments rudely. “If you want tea and crumpets. You can go back to where you came from!”

“Now then!” the glowing blue-eyed blond man sounding more akin to being an American intervened. “That's not how you talk to an agent for the United Nations.”

“The Nations are in this case too?” Steve scratches his brown hair in confusion. “Well, that explains both your scans. Might be the FBI. In that case, under your permission. Can I get some Identification?”

the woman introduced herself. “Operative for the global Base operations of peace or GBOP.” She puts her right hand on her chest and continues. “I’m Ally “Violet'' Miller. Violet for short.”

The blond went next with his arms crossed. “I’m James Conner and like her I am also the operative for the GBOP.”

“What brings people like you down to street level crimes?” Steve asks.

“Your guess is as good as mine besides the answer being fate.” Ally shrugs.

Steve expresses with great impatience. “Come clean with the answers. Got to be more than you're giving.”.

Ally nods and confirms the information “We were sent out for more than one mission in New Haven City.”

Ten minutes before the two operators were at the scene of the crime.

“Ey, Talk about a blunder!” A young female with hair wrapped around in a bun while in a white suit. reacts to the news on her laptop screen monitor while sitting inside of what looks to be an open white bean shaped pod. “I swear, there is always something going on in Haven city. Robotics going haywire. Yikes!”.

“Let's not forget there, Celi!” said a man in his large coat. “There are some other strange activities going on here. The head of the GBOP, Jack, sent us here for a reason.”

“I know, Derick!” She shouts. “Tons of strange oddities like these anti-police groups forming around the city.” She shakes her head in disgust.

A knock on the back of the van is heard with a male voice. “Is Ally up yet!”.

“Let me check, James!” An eager Celi responds as she looks at Ally’s closed pod. The pods don’t have any windows displayed to tell if there is any sign of life inside. There are two pods hanging at each side of the inner back of the large gray twenty-eight feet truck. “My optics system scans are showing that she is ninety five percent done with the checkup. tranquilizer needle blades are stocked and repairs to the body are finished!” The pod opens.

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty!” Derick jokes as he walks outside of the truck. “Throw on a pair of clothes. Jack and I will be waiting for you out the back.” He opens the back doors of the truck and closes it after leaving.

Ally, also wearing a one piece, unplugs her wired cord connection with the pod. The cord travels itself back into her arm like an unravel string being yelled back on to a fisher’s man pole. She then snaps her wrist down. Locking away the cable safely allowing for the usage of her right hand again. Ally stands out from her pod and stretches.

“An oddity with the police and a company pointing fingers.” she says walking to the right side of her pod and press a yellow button. Opening up a small drawer that contained filled slots with items. a large neatly folded black suit and tie, a bulletproof vest on the lower left, and a pair of dress shoes at the right. Ally presses a blue button. Opening the other side containing four folded slots that each contains a pair of bras, a single hair clip and women’s undergarments. She walks over and takes the clip to tie her hair into a side ponytail. She gets out the black suit. “Any idea if we are at the location of the crime?” she asks as she buttons up her large bra and slips on her underwear.

“Derick drove us there already.” Celi informed with a sigh. “The head, Jack Razor, was the first to call James privately to gear up before thankfully awakening me.”

Ally walks over and then straps on a bullet proof vest and then quickly her shirt. “Got the call from him too.” Ally said as she slipped on her pants, and dark heels. “Just wanted to do some quick maintenance checkups. The long road trip to the city was quite long and I wanted to be sure my components were intact.” Ally puts on the black jacket that she had laid on her pod seat. She pushes an orange button. Opening a button shelf containing more folded tactical gear like a camo uniform and boots. Another slot containing a folded large black coat. She grabs it and presses all three of the buttons to close all of the pod drawers.

Steve crosses his arms. “Well, talk about a surprise.” he comments unenthusiastically. “Makes a lot of sense as to why you’re all here. I’m detective Steve Mitchel.

Prior to the case, I was also looking into some cases of an anti-cop movement.”

Ally looked heavily at Steve and asked. “Were you able to pick up on any of their malicious activity so far? The best we got was their popularity with their videos being filmed heavily here in this city.”

Steve sighs. “We see these masked punks starting pranks with cops. Got a few to get locked up too.” Steve looks at the thief’s corpse facing belly up. surrounded by police caution type and a series of four wireless spotlights curling around the body. “Since you two beat me to the punch. What you got on him.”

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“Not much personal info that we can find.” James explained as he looked alongside Steve. “If he had any cybernetics. We can bypass his private settings and reveal his Identification. However, we did scan for a blue employer uniform. company logo on the left shirt chest by the name of Eden, Weapons and Robotics”.

Ally's eyes widened with a realization and said. “That place is a European based company, Steve. Their Headquarters for how they operate and ship out guns takes place in central London. They have warehouse departments from around the world.”.

Steve takes another look at the man’s uniform as he searches for any nearby warehouses. he informs the agents of his discovery. “Ah, the only location in

the city and it's in the west east of it. Twenty Fourth Ave, Normandy way.”

Ally also looked down at the body with her bright eyes. “I've seen something of interest as well.” she said. “While Conner and I were scamming. found out he was carrying around a nade and weapons that also come from the same company.”

“An explosive?!” Steve shouted as he tilted his head with slight confusion. “Let me get a close look at him.” He pulled a pair of no trace gloves from his left pocket and put them on. He walks past the tape and kneels down towards the deceased body. “It's a bit hard to tell with the rain.” He thought. “But he is fresh off the kill. No motions and he appear to be shot a few times spontaneously around mid-chest to the stomach area. Cold hearted way to end such a reckless soul.” Steve activates his x-ray lens. “No enchantments of any kind. Just a normal body. Quite rare to see nowadays.” Steve sees an item of interest from the dead man’s pocket. “A note and pair of keys. You two caught wind on this?” He shuts off the x-ray mode within his optics. Turning his attention towards the agents.

Ally spoked up. “We did but wanted to make sure we don’t disrupt the crime scene too much without any other officials.”.

“Well, at least you know your place.” Steve snuffed as Ally and James both had a slightly irritated expression with the response. “The rains are too heavy to look at these items. Take a look back at the station.”. He takes out a plastic bag from his pocket and puts both the keys and the note inside of it. Storing the bag away in his left jacket pocket He viewed the pistol on the ground marked by an officer that came before him. Steve scans the gun. “It's a P450 pistol. must have somehow snuck weapons out of the company.” Steve thought. “Sure, enough these locations would have had some tight security with the inventory. Seems like I'm going to have to pay a trip to the local factory this morning.” Steve picks up the gun with delicate care and presses the button on the right side of the gun. The magazine slot of the pistol is open. “I have to empty out the ammo before I take it in for a full inspection.” takes out another bag from his coat and dumps the ammo before then putting the black coated pistol inside of it. Placing it gently in the right pocket of his coat. Steve stares at the grenade having even more unease than dealing with the pistol.

“Let me take care of that grenade for you.” Ally offered within a calm manner. She uses her left hand to reach into her suit underneath her coat and takes out a personal pair of gloves and a small bag.

Steve was taken aback as he asked with a smirk. “You people come with your own gear?”.

“Comes with the job.” Ally says, walking forward the tape kneeling down next to Steve as she puts on her gloves and begins to

reach for the nade.

“Careful there, Miss.” Steve warns.

Ally grips on to the body of the nade without trying to tap at the red lever. Which can lead to a lethal end for

everyone. She puts the nade slowly into the bottom of the bag. Ally stares into Steve’s brown eyes asking with complete sincerely. "If it's too much of a burden." She offers." Can I carry this for you?”.

Steve shakes his head briefly. “I got it.” He calmly replies.

Ally gives him the bag and watches him story in the same pocket with the note. she

stands up and exits across the tape as Steve knells up and crosses over afterwards, grouping with Ally and James again.

“From what I've seen." Steve said." I can’t fully get the picture without the ability to memory link. But I noticed that both of the gear spotted have been branded with the company he worked for. Shame most of the robots from the scene have been shipped back to the company for an inspection.”

“What about the dash cam footage of the cop bot that shot him?” James suggested. “That footage has been spread all around the media.”

“Yeah, every time there is a major robot conflict or not.” Steve stands up and continues as he turns at James. “We give away any kind of data to all news outlets. It's supposed to give people the idea of what law enforcers go through on a daily basis. For me personally, it feels like good cops are getting watched like dogs. Ready to be beaten for going out of line.”.

Ally says as she gives off a disappointed glare to Steve. “I’m sure most police officers have the best intentions.”

“Try telling that to everyone in this city.” Steve sharply replied. “Hell, the country even. Where's the store owner?”

James pointed to the owner and informed "His name is George Chi. Owner of a smoking and drug store. Although he is getting slammed with newscasters.”

“This is going to take a while.” Steve says as he sketches his neck. “If only I could find some other way to get out of this public reaction nightmare.”

“Well, how about we all take a trip up to the company that man worked for?” Ally suggested.

“Are you thinking of joining me along with looking into Eden and Metx ?” Steve smirked. “I think I can look into all of this myself.”.

Ally sounding committed. “You sure? I think with all of us in our positions. These companies can avoid the tabloids. But never the Law.”. Ally stares down at the corpse.

“I believe it's only fair that we know as much of the truth as we can.”

Steve sighed. “If you are willing to do as such. You two should come talk to the chief with me. Though, I doubt he’ll go along with your organization's inclusion. I mean hell, I barely know of your group's existence.”

Ally nodded and said “if you consider it worth even the small of your time. We’ll show.”

“Sir!” some young police officer came shouting from behind.

“There they are. the medical squad.” Steve says turning his attention

towards one of the men.

“If your investigation is done." One of the field medics said while the other was holding a bodybag. Both dressed up from head to toe in large

blue coats while wearing face masks, tracking shoes and gloves. “We'll be taking care of the area.”

“Give a good burial.” Steve nods. “That's where he is going now. If we’re done here! Huh?” Steve looks around for Ally and James. “Talk about giving me the cold shoulder.” Steve gets a ring from his cyber optics. “An unknown number?” he thought.

“Sorry, mate.” A familiar voice speaks over the phone. “Conner and I had to take our leave a bit early. But we are very much interested for that meetup at your station later on in the day.”

“Miller? How did you get my phone number?” Steve shouted.

“I mean, you're the public detective, right?" She responded ." Most should just ring you up.”

“Don’t insult me after you two prematurely left.” Steve irritably mentioned.

Ally calmly greeted, “See you soon!”.

As the corpse was being carried away and the paparazzi was winding down. Steve looked around the medical crew cleaning up the lot near the drug store. “George Chi!” He shouted seeing the owner shake hands with the leaving interviewer.

“Yes, can I help you?” Asked the tired and middle-aged balding shop owner in a dark green sweat jacket with big round glasses. “If this is another interview. I'll kindly have to reject it.”

Steve puts his hands in his pocket. The cold of the rain is starting to take effect. But his eagerness to speak with the victim is far greater. “Oh, you may not want to. I’m one of New Haven city’s detectives, Steve Mitchel.”.

“Looks like i have no choice.” George shrugged.

“Now, I advise you to showcase integrity with every last detail." Steve warms the tired owner. "As the recordings of my cyberlen’s memory link system will be used with or against you if you ever have to appear in court.”

George took a breath before he then talked. “It was awful. It was only thirty minutes before closing. And before I knew it, I was close to being a dead man. He

had a pistol held right in front of me. asked for credits but couldn’t even detect a signal to do a transfer. He was a pure man. Once I realized that, I took the advantage

to silently call the police with my lens implants.”

“Did he get the money from you?” Steve asked with concern.

“Yes” George looked to have been greatly embarrassed as continued none of the less. “But not a lot. Just enough to lose some money from the day instead of a whole week's worth. I give what I could to not..die. As soon as he ran out, I activated the store's security system for a total lockdown. In case he came back.”

“Thanks for the information.” Steve greets. “I can’t think of how awful this must be to retell this story so many times. Hope your business isn't affected too harshly.”

“It's New Haven city.” George giggled. “Sometimes, these things happen. No matter where you are in life.”

Steve nodded. “You’re good to go home, George.” Steve walked up and give his card. “I’ll be calling you for any future info.”

“Thank you, sir.” George greeted with a lighter tone in his voice. “Appreciate the concern. Hope good cops like you get out of this hole.” As George walks off to home.

Steve looks over the smoke shop crime scene. Police officers looking over the blood written walls of the smoke shop. “If the rain wasn’t dropping,” he thought. “I could have smoked right now.”