SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

twenty-five ━ point of no return

That's all I know, he noted within his unit a detail to his on-going file. Connor had been compromised by a virus.

"She ought to be eliminated on sight," Amanda reminded him of his mission parameters. "However, the RK800 unit accompanying her must be brought back to CyberLife still functioning order. There are bits of its memory that are important to us."

"I understand," he answered, blinking himself back to the present, back to the dark night in which the rain acted on his behalf to conceal him on that rooftop. Another list of tasks appeared to him then, upon returning his optical units' focus on the vehicle below: approach the car, investigate it, and find where the targets went in the docks. They were planning on leaving Detroit that night, this much he could already assume, but he couldn't just call reinforcements to raid every ship in there and out the whole dockside on pause to find them. That's what a human would have considered as an option. He had to be better than that and actually norrow down this trail.

Earlier that day ... 6:32 AM

There was little safety to be found in Detroit for them. With delivery drones flying everywhere even in the dead of night and during the first breaths of a dawn, the city had eyes that could scarcely be avoided, an issue of privacy that was addressed too little, often by people who were otherwise too quiet compared to the big powers which benefitted most from this shameless and constant prying. Given the nature of their pursuer, the only place where they could reduce significantly their chances of having any technology detect their presence was one that neither of them expected — the church. No drones, no androids, no cameras, at least not inside the Basilica of Sainte Anne, where Mia now sat.

Seated at the end of a pew towards the middle of the church, her quietness helped her get away with keeping her earplugs in and the radio going. The device balanced on her right thigh was an old thing, a relic compared to the what current day vintage lovers liked to flaunt around in terms of wired pieces of technology, but it did its job, which was just then to simply pick up a stable enough connection for various radio stations while Mia kept flicking the frequencies periodically.

"... Detroit Police Department. Evidence has been reported missing, but we are yet to receive a public statement—" Mia changed the station again, by only a few digits on the frequency. "Last night's blackout takes the city by surprise, but there is no proof that it has been an attack—" Merely blinking away the information, she rolled the button along a couple millimeters and stopped again.

"Good morning, fellas!" The familiar radio host voice made her hand stop for a moment and her gaze lift, staring ahead at the altar while giving the channel a chance to be heard. "This is Timmy Trevor."

"This is Patrick Dale."

"And you are listening to Classic Rock." After a short break marking the end of their intro, Timmy continued, "As customary, let's start the day with a rundown of the freshest news in Michigan. Patrick?"

"Yes, Timmy," Patrick sounded delighted to start his own personal segment, the first of the day. "I miss us doing night shows here, because let me tell you, there's been quite the eventful night in Detroit. A massive blackout has been reported downtown, spanning several blocks, with the epicenter no where else but right above the Detroit Police Department central station. Rumors of a directed attack have already taken root, as sources declare evidence was reported missing. The blackout lasted for a little more than two hours, with none of the back-up power generators in the building functionally capable of preventing a full system shutdown at the precinct. We are talking security cameras, terminals, digital locks, everything offline. Heck! Even the androids were reported to have shut off during the blackout."