[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TuUXw29.png[/img][/center][center][b][u][color=#6ecff6]Azure City, Streets[/color][/u][/b][/center][center][b][u][color=#6ecff6]Interactions - [@Bea][/color][/u][/b][/center] Neutralize the enemy, provide covering fire, infiltrate a complex, but what, exactly, was this? When faced by this terrified boy, Milo could do little more than delve into the confused state of his mind. He was obligated to ask the POI to accompany him back to base where they would be interviewed, or interrogated, depending on the threshold of morality. If they refused, he was further obligated to convince them, or restrain them with cuffs as necessary. Milo knew the protocol, he knew what needed to be done. This boy wasn't fighting back, and as was dictated, the young, newly created agent attempted to speak. [color=#6ecff6]"I..,"[/color] Milo tried, his hand still on the pistol which maintained a lowered, disengaged state. [color=#6ecff6]"You're going to need to..,"[/color] the boy tried, yet again. On the best of days, Milo was quite horrendous at speaking with others, unlike the original mutant who he had been cloned from. Quite ironic how opposite they were. [color=#6ecff6]"To..,"[/color] Milo repeated, seeing that terrified expression on the child's face. Indeed, a child, and no older.  Was Replicant going to apprehend a boy, clearly homeless judging from the state of his being to the behavioral pattern of social reclusiveness? For a brief moment, he felt his hand shaking, those slender fingers kept around the handle of his gun. One had to take into consideration the fact that Milo had never interacted with another teenager, before. As ludicrous as the notion appeared, the boy was three months old. Throughout his life, he had been met by doctors, scientists, and other agents, but never a teenager. Equally so, he had never seen an expression like this, complete and utter fear. He was the cause of this fear.  Gulping, Replicant was placed in a position he wasn't prepared for. Nothing was written in the manuals, about this. None of the information downloaded into his brain displayed a handy solution. For an artificial creation, despite being entirely biological, a moral dilemma would naturally halt their progress. Milo was fully aware of feeling emotional bonds, and he could draw the same conclusion as any human. However, the difference was that he wasn't supposed to. For the first time, Milo did not want to follow the procedure. For the first time, he did not want to obey orders. Stiffening at the very notion of this, Replicant placed a hand on his ear, hearing a voice speaking through the comm's device only moments later. [color=#6ecff6]"Sir, note my location, the alleys around Burdon Street."[/color] HQ was updated on where Milo was, at all times, due to the tracking in his suit. "Location noted, report." A voice returned, before Replicant paused, his eyes remaining fixed on the boy in front of him.  [color=#6ecff6]"I..,"[/color] the boy spoke, stumbling on the word as he attempted the feat, once more. [color=#6ecff6]"N-nothing to report, Sir. The alleys are empty."[/color] "Noted, keep looking." The operator finished, letting Milo release a sigh of relief. If he had spoken to anyone more intimately knowledgable on him, they would have noted an immediate change in his approach. The more Replicant considered this situation, the deeper he was digging his hole. He had not even considered who could have been on the other line. If he was caught lying to the MSU, the consequences could be dire. He would have been deemed defective.  Letting his hand fall to his side, Milo holstered the gun, still trying to wrap his head around what he had accomplished, just now. Or rather, the crime he had just committed. He lied to the MSU, to the people who quite frankly owned him. For the first time since his creation, Milo was faced with a moral dilemma, and he made a decision swayed entirely by an emotional response. This was not going to be acceptable. [u][b][color=#6ecff6]Current Equipment[/color][/b][/u] [hider=Pistols] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/541605175996055592/544078011629174805/Untitled.png[/img] [/hider][hider=Suit] [img]https://i.imgur.com/8lmlaAz.png[/img] [/hider]