John found himself working the night club again, having had the hole in the back of his head covered up. Unfortunately, some damages still persists, namely his lowered RAM capacity means that he will not be able to perform as much on the feet thinking, running multiple tools at the same time.

  He sighs internally as he stands in a glass tube, letting his automated dance routing work, despite his janky and wobbly movements in an attempt customers. He's glad he's able to get some of the damages on Effie fixed.

  He feels satisfied that the clicking and throbbing at the back of his head finally subsides but he still grumbles at the thought of having to work "customer service" for the rest of his life.

  'And I was grumbling about officer's work... What I would give to return to that life' he thought grimly to himself, letting his droid body work itself lankly through the pulse and rhythm of the night club. He felt numb to the whole ordeal, the whole reincarnation thing still hadn't settled within his consciousness as he stares at the visual interface in front of him, feeling alienated and pulled away from his own senses.

  Such was the night as he stares blankly at the swaying of the audience, the pulsing of the songs permeating into the very glass tube that he stands in, and the random Brownian motion of the crowd. He does not have the required RAM capacity to do anything else, to perform file searching or to open Effie's previous recordings and he's sure as hell isn't going to start manually dancing just to do that!

  The few people that approach his tube, grimace and sneers at her sight - the dirt and clump of mess upon his synthetic skin still visible, a clear bold spot prominent on the back of her head. Things that Hahns Vater has promised to fix later as he has other matters to attend to on the club tonight.

  They look at her for less than a second, the contents of their conversation underneath their breath clear.

  'Such a shame... It's a higher end model too'

  Then - in the middle of his shift, two people stood out from the middle of the crowd. They cut into the crowd as opposed to the random bumping and crisscross motion of a typical night club goer. He continues dancing for a few moments, not wanting to break his current "Concealment" among the wave of sex droids in the establishment.

  When they are close enough, John breaks his dance protocol and stood still for a few moments, running his facial identification onto the two club goers. The scan took a few seconds, John still hiding through his manual, awkward dancing in the glass tube.

  Senior Sub-Inspector Piero Listo - Detective of the Horous Militia le Citizen - His facial recognition system pings him. No social media presence.

  Constable Hosoi Sen - Newly recruited into Horous Militia le Citizen - His facial recognition pings him for the second person. This one has a social media presence at least, with his latest post talking about how he has ordered to by the citizen militia to reduce his posting online.

  They cut across to the... Bar of the night club?

  John has resume his automated dance routine as he stares at the activity of the pair, the younger new recruit seeming unconfident and out of his depths as the senior of the two begin to chug a drink he ordered from the bar down in a single gulp.

  He saw Piero Listo with his dirty brown duster, the logo of the HMC emblazoned on his back, as he pulls the bartender droid by his collar. His partner begins to pull on his arm, trying to deescalate the situation. Luckily, the senior listens to reason as he pulls his arm back and they walk quickly towards the back of the club, passing by him.

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  Then, they disappear from his view, he hears the scuffle from the backrooms, an argument between the police and them.

  "Hold up! You can just waltz in here, dearies" he hears the telltale voice of his manager.

  "Horous Militia le Citizen business, sir" says a sharper, younger voice from the back, sounding like a whisper in the glass tube of his.

  "W-well, do you have a warrant?"

  "Huh?" now came a rougher, deeper sounding voice, "Hic! Well, can't you make an exception for us, it's... We're investigating this for you own good, you see? Hic! Heard there's a scuffle between a droid here and a VIP a few days back..."

  His voice slurring, clearly inebriated.

  "There's also the reported impersonation that occurred this evening," says the younger voice again, "Is it possible for us to talk and discuss this privately? I promise it wouldn't take long. Let's just... Get this out of our hair as quickly as possible alright?

  "Aww... I was more than happy to talk this out publicly, you know?" says the rougher voice again.

  "There's no need for that, gentlemen... Come into my office. Let's talk there." says Hahn Vater.

  Inside, John was stammering.

  'They've already discovered my deception and reported it to the authorities?!' he says inside, he feels his soul squirming although externally, he was dancing his body away.

  They've come back roughly half an hour later, with Hahn Vater leading the two detectives towards him. They stand in front of John, where he can see the two detectives a lot more clearly than within the crowd.

  "So, this is it? VIP's got some messed up taste" comments Piero Listo. His mutton chops stand exceptionally from his messy stubble.

  Compared to the Alex that he impersonated, his stubble are a lot more controlled. His faint red eyes glow within the dimness of the club, the occasional neon spotlighting his features. Dirty blonde hair, with dark brown roots, dyed, but not recently. They sway chaotically, knotting and pointing outwards at the edges. His dark brown duster, covering a Hawaii t-shirt, with a most hideous tie, a mesh of colors like a cotemporary painting.

  His partner on the other hand, clean shaven, combed straight hair, all naturally blond. He stands tall, upright with a perfect posture while his partner stands swaying, and his posture hunched up. He wears a vest with the HMC logo on it, white shirt underneath and slacks.

  "Well, the damages were reported to come from the VIP himself as per the security camera recordings" says Hosoi Sen, with his hands behind his back as he stares and clinically examines the droid in front of him. "Quite the grievous wounds too"

  "Lookss like she's doing the robo dance. No wonder it's so quiet around 'ere" says Piero while slurring, as he nudges the manager forward, "Unlock it for us"

  "Look... I already asked her about what happened with the VIP" urges Hahn Vater, as he places his hand on the tube, unlocking it, "And she has never lied to me. Not even once!"

  As the door unlocks, John follows the script set by Effie on greeting a customer. He wraps his arms around Piero, smelling the scent of booze mixed alcohol, cheerfully whispering to him.

  "My... What a handsome man you are! Care to give me a good night?"

  John stares intently at the man in front of him, getting a better look at his feature. Crooked Bulbous red nose and flushed cheeks from drinking. His eyes dazed and unfocused as he seems to stare off into the distance, as his mouth extends into a wide, awkward smile. The duality of his feature make them seem forced or even, crooked.

  "Hic! Maybe? I'm not sure if you can withstand the power of Electrohead! Hic!" says Piero, looming all over her as he pushes Effie away, "Hic! You sure this is a droid, Hossy? Coulda fooled me! Hic!"

  "Uh... Yes. She is the latest in the lines of droids from RedDroid," comments Hosoi Sen, who was scratching his head, "And can you please not call me that? Especially not in front of a witness?"

  "Right. First, my name is Detective Alonso de Caprione! And this is my partner, Hosoi Sen" says the messy detective again, grinning and beaming with pride, "We're the powerhouse detective duo of the Ghrest city! They call me... The Electrohead detective"

  Um... No. You're not.

  "Now, gentlemen. Why don't we go over to the room of the incident? Mr. de Caprione... Mr. Sen. Come with me" says Hahn Vater.

  Mr. Pimp, please don't tell me you're tricked by such a stupid lie...

  They were ushered by Hahn Vater into a the VIP room where Effie was assaulted at. John couldn't help but noticed how sharply Piero's eyes hawk over the room. Hosoi takes him out of his reverie as he takes her to the side, sitting on a chair before he whips out his phone.

  "Alright, Effie. Was it? We're going to do a quick scan. Please remain seated. This will take a while