SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

twenty-four ━ to understand

As expected, after being given the upper hand for three consecutive hits, Forty-eight was taken off guard to find Connor's hand grappling onto his shirt, shock which opened a short window of reaction that had the clone be met with a hit into his nose and a knee into his stomach, effectively bending him over for all the momentum needed to complete the maneuver he had set himself out for. Cobnor stepped around his clone and gave it no time to react to being thrown over the railing until it was already an inevitable fact.

He took the win however with no reaction at all, not even as much as waiting to see if his clone had hit the ground, nor if it had injured any of the innocent bystanders in the club below. Connor's one and only priority once there was no fellow RK800 threatening their safety was to run to Mia and wake her up.

His first concern had been that she had already lost too much blood and there was not enough left oxygenated to keep her awake. As soon as he was kenlt down before her and his scanners were put to work, he assessed however that was fortunately not the case. They still had time. While his processing unit ran the background compiling of a route to the nearest accessible location that he could procure the necessary items to tend to her injury, Connor tried to find what else coulr have caused her sudden loss of consciousness. Narrowing down the options to either pain or panic, he finally lifted his hands up to her cheeks, cradling her face in his palms before calling her name.

"Mia."

She heard his voice beyond the unexpected and hardly explainable veil of darkness that had draped over her sight, but this wasn't her first rodeo with the cruel fabrications of her mind. "You're not real."

Her incoherent response was a bad sign of her state so though Connor would have liked to get a good look in her eyes before dropping his hands from her face, he couldn't allow himself to risk her life on the behalf of his Thirium pump acting up, as it had since he had managed to piece together CyberLife had activated another RK800 in his absence.

His sensors picked up movement to his right before he could work his way into getting Mia up from the ground though, and perhaps that was for the better, because a single glance confirmed to him that the danger was not yet completely averted: Forty-eight had not fallen off the scaffolding and had instead managed to hold on to some bars beneath and climb his way back up. His forearm was already flat against the platform.

He's not going to stop, Connor realized, recognizing all too well the determination the android displayed. It was the very same determination that he had embedded into his programming as well.

Knowing what he had to do — and do so fast —, Connor picked up Mia's right hand and pressed it up over her left shoulder, "Hold it here. I'll be right back and we'll get you someplace safe." He took the gun next to her after making sure her hand wouldn't just move off her wound when he let go, and did not waste any time into walking back towards his clone, stopping only when his foot stepped on his arm.

Forty-eight looked up at the gun pointed at his head, awfully unimpressed by the clear threat and far more interested in looking past the barrel and into his defective clone's eyes. "You know I'll come back," he informed him, tone unwavering.

"I'll be waiting," Connor maintained himself only as cold as the clone below him, pulling the triggered immediately after the half-threat, half-vow had rolled off his lips.

There was little time spared by him between looking down at the Thirium dripping from a the hole the bullet had burned cleanly through the middle of his clone's forehead and tucking the gun thay had caused the damage back. Connor's priorities laid elsewhere, not with the uneasy feeling that came with fighting the version of himself who had experienced none of the things he had with Mia. He must not have my memories, he told himself dismissively, pushing aside any branching questions in order to return to her and help her to her feet.