SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

eleven ━ emergency exit

"It was someone I knew who called," Connor explained then, his voice finding the cadence of some sort of emotion. He wasn't sure which emotion that was, only that it was working — Brady had been left confused by his admission. Perhaps it sounded genuine to the man, so Connor kept it up, "I recognized her phone number when I looked up the call records from the station and I knew I couldn't let her die."

After a second of hesitation, Brady's brows furrowed down as his confusion grew to outshadow his anger. The humane appeal worked its wonder and Officer Brady let go of Connor's jacket. "Did you get there in time then?"

"Yes," Connor responded with a return to his default tone. He fixed his tie and the edges of his jacket, then pointed to the screen. "She's being held in the interrogation room for a while now and I find it strange, given she was the victim. I have just noticed there is a case file recently opened on her name. Can we open it?"

Brady plopped down onto his chair with a sigh, hands first dropping to his knees to rub up onto the soreness of his muscles. "How did you know to open my terminal?"

Deciding to stay on track and thus stray from anything that might take too much time to discuss, Connor committed to a white lie, "I found it open."

"Aha," Brady finally clicked on the file, but as it started downloading, he looked up at Connor. "The androids? Did you catch them?"

"The remaining two androids from Joel's farm have unfortunately been destroyed," Connor informed him, watching the loading screen intently. "The third android, the one from outside of town, got away. I managed however to identify its model, series number, and the name of its previous owner. I suspect it is responsible for its owner's death, but most importantly that it knows which of the two destroyed androids killed Joel Reed."

"I don't see why we can't just leave it as it is," Brady clearly started thinking out loud. "It's not like we have an android prison or anything. One of them destroyed ones killed Joel. Don't matter which. And the runaway android is not part of our investigation."

"Of course it matters," Connor corrected him calmly, though his deepening frown told a different story of his state.

Truth was, he knew Officer Brady was right, just as he was hyper-aware he needed his mission to become finding the exact killer, only so he may also get the chance to apprehend the deviant who got away. 'Revenge' was a word that crossed his mind to describe this need for the case to keep going, but that was an emotion which by all means shouldn't even exist in his software's programming. He couldn't say something like that to Brady anyway, so instead, he opted for another lie. "While both androids have malfunctioned, only one of them had its malfunction turn into a violent crime. CyberLife requires exact information in order to analyze the faulty model in comparison with the other and find a way to stop such crimes from happening again in the future."

"Look at us, good samaritans," Brady smiled, leaning back into his chair to stretch his arms above his head. "Doing charity work for big companies."

"Are you sure the terminal is working?" Connor leant forward, propping his right hand onto the back of his partner's chair to glare at the screen and the slowness it clearly displayed. "The file has been loading for a while."

Brady once again looked up at Connor, only this time, there was a less of a humorous nuance to his gaze. "Who is this woman to you?" His question, asked with a soft cadence, earned Connor's attention back to him. Brady then shrugged, a smug smile on his lips, "It just seems you care about her, that's all."