SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

two ━ orders are orders

"Word has it, the mayor did," Officer Brady whispered back. "Owens got no say in it. CyberLife offered too much money anyway. Doubt the mayor would have ever listened."

Connor was grateful for the ignorance of this town to the advancements of technology, because both humans seemed awfully unaware of just how good his hearing sensors were at capturing sound.

Five scanned officers and a whole hour later, Officer Jackson Owens finally entered the police station, thus giving Connor the opportunity to get up. "Good morning, Officer Owens. My name is Connor." He greeted him right from the door, walking with him for a moment, "I am the android sent by CyberLife for the trial period."

Jackson stopped and took a stiff step back, trying his best not to remain too close to Connor. "Good," he replied, staring him from top to bottom. "Take a seat, Connor."

The directions he received were conflicting with the goals of the trial period, therefore Connor felt prompted to inquire further, "Do we have any investigations ongoing today?"

If it was the choice to use the word 'we' or the fact that he asked anything at all, he couldn't be sure, but Jackson seemed suddenly to have grown from righteously skeptic and distant to clearly disgusted and irritated. "Sit down and wait, Connor."

The directions were conflicting with his goals for the day, but orders are orders. Connor retreated to the same seat inside the police station's hallway.

He waited. He watched. He listened.

For the entirety of the day, a full twelve hour shift, Connor sat in the hallway, watched as Jackson Owens passed him several times and ignored his every attempt to ask about tasks involving his actual designation. Other Officers passed him too, some to take pictures, others to whisper as if he couldn't hear them. There were some civilains that came by too and all Connor could do was scan them while they tried to keep their distance, wary.

Time passed, because that's what time did, and he did nothing because there was nothing for him to do.

Only once the sun came down and the darkness fell over the town did Officer Owens finally stop before him. "Good job today, Connor. You're dismissed."

Connor wasted no second before standing up. "It was a pleasure working for you today, Officer," the edge in his tone was intentional. "Same time tomorrow, I hope." With a smile that did not try too hard to look genuine, Connor walked away.

There was a short distance to be walked between the police station and the house CyberLife bought for the sake of the project. It was the only house with a glowing pad next to its door for the handprint identification, so it was hard to miss it on the wide spread of identical, plain homes. This building wouldn't truly qualify as a home anyway, not with the full laboratory occupying half of the living room, or the charging station, spare parts and the Thirium containers stored in the second bedroom which Connor had no use for.

He pondered briefly about how his appreciation of how the first day of the trial would turn out to be was ultimately correct, because upon approaching the house, as per before-mentioned instructions from Mia to return there once he's dismissed from the station for the day, he was met with a strange object waiting on the porch, right before the front door. Getting closer allowed his scanners to make out through the darkness a basket of flowers with a white note sticking out.

'To Mia,' appeared to be written on one side of the note and once he picked it up from amidst the flowers, Connor read the continuation of the message on the back. 'Hoping to see you succeed. Yours, Elijah Kamski.'

Connor bent over, stuck the note back in, the way he had found it, and picked up the basket, holding it with one arm in order to leave one hand free to unlock the front door via the scanner. Just as the door clicked unlocked, a proximity sensor prompted him to instead delay his entry and turn around, look back at the street and the park across it that the house overlooked. He didn't know what he was looking for, what he thought he'd see, but there was someone on a park bench. They were not facing his way and they were too far away to even attempt a successful scan though, so he doubted his sensors picked then up either.