SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

twenty-five ━ point of no return

"Should be able to," she turned the broken device over in her hand again, nodding along. "What for?"

"The other RK800."

10:08 PM

Empty. The RK800 looked down at the emptied trunk staring him back. Whatever his target has kept in there once was now nothing but a stain of evaporated Thirium only his scanners could still detect.

There was some frustration building up behind his narrowed gaze turning to a glare, a strange sensation suspended only temporarily by the unexpected sight of something more physical left behind. Trapped between the ridges of the cheap lining insde the car's trunk shone into highlight on his scanners a single coin.

It seemed irrelevant to the case, even as he picked it up and studied it up close. Save for the fact that he could tell it was an old coin first put into function more than a decade ago, he got nothing off of it, not even fingerprints.

Perhaps that was why he was slightly surprised with himself for pocketing the coin before closing the trunk instead of tossing it back inside.

That sentiment wasn't allowed to last much longer, not when the priority laid with documenting his findings: An android bled itself dry in the car's trunk. It might have been Connor's previous body.

Having spotted nothing significant in the car's backseat, the RK800 moved along swiftly to opening the door to the driver's seat. A single peek inside was enough for his scanners to pick up on four key details.

First, he noticed the recent stain of blood running deep on the back of the passenger's seat — the gunshot wound inflicted on the target, he made the connection, reminding himself immediately that being interrupted by Connor has thrown off his aim and thus the damage was far from fatal.

Second, he focused on the driver's seat where, through his optical scanners, he saw the traces of Thirium which, similarly to those in the trunk, dated back a little over a week. Around the time of my activation, he made a footnote to his observation, before focusing on the next key detail, namely the hole in the window. Nine millimeter handgun used, the RK800 identified right before dropping his gaze to the last clue, laid right on the bottom edge of the door — Thirium traces, much more scattered.

Without a need to step back he ran the reconstruction of what had happened there. Android — possibly my predecessor — got shot through the window. Damage, severe. Shutdown, imminent. He crawled his way out of the car.

The RK800 dismissed in a blink the last compiled part of the scenario, making no movement however to get himself out of the rain and step inside the car. Looking back down at the droplets on the door's bottom edge, and taking into consideration the trunk stains, he corrected his computing first, He might not have gotten out of the car immediately after being shot.

Only once his evidence ran out and there was nothing left for him to put into through his systematic computing, the newest RK800 finally stepped inside the car, sat down in the driver's seat and closed the door after him, thus deafening some of the white noise the rain has been blasting through his hearing component. The plastic of his raincoat creaked against the seat while he shifted his posture, scanning his surroundings thoroughly. Apart from his target's fingerprints revealing to him her possible enjoyment of radio-played music, he had little in there to latch observations to.