SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

eleven ━ emergency exit

Since Brady had been given an actual case, he had also been granted a table inside the office area of the station, one which Connor clearly remembered to be equipped with a terminal, just like all the others.

If they have an actual reason to keeping Mia in custody for this long, it will also be noted in their files. I should be able to access it, as long as I don't draw any attention to myself, Connor thought his approach to his mission, heading into the office area. After scanning the environment whilst walking into it, he made a calm and directed beeline for Brady's desk.

He had gotten some odd looks sitting down in Brady's chair, putting his car keys on the table, but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing he wasn't already getting simply for the sake of the glowing blue android identifiers on his jacket and the LED on the side of his head. People there weren't used to androids, nor did they seem interested in wanting to get used to them, but all it mattered to Connor was that once their shock of seeing him there passed, they all resumed their small talk leisurely, allowing him to settle in the chair with a straight posture and continue onto his task of accessing the terminal.

He would have perhaps been a little annoyed by the terminal requiring a password, had it not been for Brady's post-it note stuck to the edge of his monitor, holding that very password he needed written on it.

"Of course," Connor ripped the post-it off, cracking a small smile. Of course someone like Officer Brady would keep his passwords written down. He put the note aside and accessed the terminal, immediately having his attention fall on the most recent case file — Mia Wilkins. The case file had been submitted in full by CyberLife.

His eyebrows may have furrowed down in confusion, but he hadn't even the time to click on the file before he heard an enraged voice paired with some stomping marching his way.

"You!" Brady gasped for air.

So much for being discreet, Connor thought, moving his chair back. He didn't attempt to get away, but merelt accepted to be grabbed by the jacket and pulled to his feel by a man who had exerted enough effort it seemed to transform himself into a balloon of anger ready to pop. "You plastic bastard!" Brady shook him once, as that was all the strength left in him.

"The car is in one piece and in its usual spot, Officer," Connor defended himself with a calm voice which may have been wrongly utilised at the moment given it did nothing to decrease the human's anger levels. "I merely borrowed it for an emergency."

"You left me in the dust at that farm. Do you even know how many miles I had to walk to get back here?"

"Six miles," Connor approximated the distance on the spot, raising his eyebrows. "It may have been unpleasant, Officer, but I assure you, it was necessary in order to reach the emergency call on time."

Immediately after saying that, he paused and considered — given how his calm and reasonable approach seemed to be bringing only more anger to the surface from Brady, Connor knew he had the option to instead adapt to this information about him and employ a more emotional persuasion method on his partner. That was bound to, at the very least, calm him down enough that he did not cause more of a scene, but there was also a change for it to bring the man to consider forgiveness.

It was, however, a dangerously compromising approach too.

Given his only other option was to perhaps express how the data considered him to have been a liability behind the wheel, one that would impact efficiency too much to be sustainable, Connor accepted his software's strange reactions that day simply had to be ignored for the time being. He had to play with fire to make this work.