SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

eleven ━ emergency exit

"She's the coordinator to my project," Connor looked away when faced with the rare occasion in which a human other than Mia could read into his expressions and demeanors and actually be right. Hearing that fact be spoken out loud however, irritated him more than he would have liked to admit so his hand held a little tighter onto the back of the chair. "She's significant to its completion, therefore she's also significant to me. There," he almost sighed out relieved seeing the file open at long last, brightening the whole screen.

"Let's see then," Brady turned his own attention to the file, immediately reading out loud the name. "Mia Wilkins." Without any sort of hesitation, he clicked on the first document attached to the folden. "Bank statement as evidence, interesting." Brady read quickly between the lines, gasping his attempt to stop himself from laughing once he got to the end of the first place. "Luck you!" He exclaimed, nudging Connor.

Not understanding what could have possibly had his partner excited, Connor gave a routine scan to the bank statement.

Thinking Connor needed some aid to understand what he meant, Brady moved the cursor onto the payments registered to the establishment named 'Eden Club', the single and most notorious android sex club in Detroit. "Seems your lady's into plastic, pal," Brady did not hold back on a cheeky grin.

Connor blinked a few times. He knew why Brady would be finding this piece of information relevant — he wanted to tease him after previously pointing out the idea of care existing between him and Mia. What Connor struggled to understand was why he too was finding that information to be relevant. Perhaps it was because he has never before pictured Mia interested in having a personal relationship with an android. He knew CyberLife created models capable of being romantic partners to humans and that they wouldn't have created that line of androids had it not sold well, but since Mia didn't even have an assistant android to help her around her apartment, he never anticipated she'd be inclined to sleep with one.

There were a lot more questions than he had time to explore opening up in his mind following this revelation, some which puzzled Connor deeply as to how they ended up there — he felt he should be concerned about wondering what sort of designs from the Eden Club she had fancied the most.

"How about we look at the actual accusations they bring to her in this file?" Connor suggested instead of paying too much mind to his thoughts.

Brady seemed almost too pleased with thus deflective reaction from his android partner, turning back to the screen with a smile. It was a short lived smile though. As soon as he closed the bank statement and opened the next section, his lips to parted in shock. "Holy shit," he mumbled under his breath.

"That's not right...," Connor glared at the documents listed as evidence within that section, rather than at the accusations brought to Mia. Without a single moment of hesitation, he leant forward and opened them up himself over the whole screen.

"I thought you were sent here by CyberLife," Brady said through gritted teeth, looking over the screen to the rest of his colleagues, thankfully still unaware of the conversation his own whispers had now stirred into being kept as quiet as possible. After making sure they weren't being watched, he pushed his chair aside to get a proper look at Connor.

"We both were," Connor assured him with calm. "The project has been approved for field testing, I saw the documents myself before we left the tower."

"Then why does it say here that you're a stolen asset?" The officer pointed towards the screen, thankfully still managed to keep his voice down. "Why does it say she's in the possession of malware potentially capable of corrupting androids and turning them violent?"