SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

twenty-five ━ point of no return

Throwing a glance to the side is what ultimately gave him something worth analyzing.

The RK800 took notice of the compartment situated before the passenger seat and his hand reached out to it almost instantly.

8:21 AM

Connor hesitated before opening the compartment ahead of the passenger seat to his right, a hesitation he was displeased enough by to combat it with clenching his jaw and forcing a command prompt into turning his hand more submissive to this demands.

He knew what he would find in there and why he was hesitant to allow so many memories to come back to him all at once, but it was necessary to get everything out of the car should his plan actually work. No amount of preparation could have helped him block out the vivid remembrance of the first time he opened up that compartment, on Officer Brady's behalf. It's been a long time since he abided by the gun restrictions laws for androids, and he couldn't deny himself the truth that he missed only the simplicity of obedience.

The first item to greet him in the compartment was the framed picture of Brady and his mother. Though he didn't know the woman, the picture captured just about all he needed to tell upon picking it up that she was a woman proud of her son.

He knew her son however. A fine policeman, once his first case shyness wore off. According to his meticulous profiling of him, one Connor could now evoke as an opinion formed, Officer Brady was a good man, someone who didn't deserve getting his car stolen like this.

With that in mind, Connor placed the framed picture inside the empty box in his lap and reached out to take the holster and the gun next. He wiped the gun of Mia's fingerprints thoroughly before setting it inside the box with the holster, hardly able to fight the thought that had momentarily took up space in his processing unit — what would Brady have thought of this undercover mission going as far as needing objectively illegal activities to be done for the sake of a greater good?

He would have understood, Connor ensured himself going through the documents in the compartment and piling them neatly inside the box. This will solve everything, he reminded himself once he could stare inside the emptied depositing space of the car. Not only reporting a smuggling network and having Elijah Kamski pay for his crimes, but also finally wrapping up the Joel Reed case.

Mia appearing in his peripheral vision by his door left open to his side pulled Connor out of his thinking and back to the present. He dutifully turned his attention to her, only to just as quickly have his eyes drop to the device she held out to him.

"All fixed and functional," she handed him the EMP jammer. "Though I must warn you, I do not know how much it's got left in it. It might not last too long once activated."

"That should do," Connor nodded and, seeing as she took interest in the box he was holding, he decided to explain himself. "Officer Brady's belongings. I can't return his car myselt, but I should at the very least ensure he gets what he stored in here." As he spoke, he noticed Mia's eyes growing a little more distant with each sounded he worded out.

"I never got to thank him for lending us his car," she mumbled on the verge of a sigh eventually, her gaze dropping from his and then moving away. "He saved us that day and I don't even know him."

Her distress was flashing an alert in his systems, one he could not dismiss without first attempting to bring her some relief the way he knew best. His left hand reached out and took a gentle hold of her wrist, a wordless permission request to slip his touch lower and take her hand into his own. "I'll write him a note," he offered then. "With his belongings. Notes are often used to express gratitude to acquaintances and work colleagues, right? Once we're back, you'll get to thank him in person."