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2. Carlos Ortiz

Even Hank struggles to disguise his chuckle as he defends his case.

"Hey now, it's not that funny. Any other sane man wouldn't pass up an offer like that!"

"Oh, I believe it!" you struggle to gasp between laughs. That makes Hank join in your ridiculous laughing.

Between your chuckles, a third party enters your space, calling out for the Lieutenant's attention.

Turning, Hank's cheerful expression withers into one of genuine irritation at the sight of the brunette. He mutters out a quick "Jesus Christ, gimme a break!" before reluctantly cutting short your comical hysteria and giving Connor the time of day – or night, in this instance.

"I think I know what happened," Connor exclaims. His expressions were rather bland, to be frank; it was a feature you criticized in CyberLife's manufacturing. Regardless, you could swear there was still a touch of pride in his voice as he confidently pestered the Lieutenant with his mere existence.

Raising an eyebrow, Hank throws you a look of skepticism and shrugs. "Oh yeah? Well let's hear it, I'm all ears."

If Connor detected the rude undertones in Hank's response, he ignored it. Instead, his little LED whirls on his temple as reprocesses all the evidence and clues he's pieced together.

"It all started in the kitchen," he begins. Leading the pair of you into the room, he pauses in front of the counters just beyond the entryway. "The victim was more than likely under the influence of red ice and attacked the android with the bat there." He points to a dented bat discarded on the linoleum tile. "The android most likely received software damage in the attack and underwent an emotional shock, causing a malfunction in its instructional response. The deviant then grabbed the knife from the wall here," he taps on the metal slab hanging the kitchen knives above the countertops. "And stabbed the victim."

"So the android was trying to defend itself?" you clarify. Connor nods. "What else?"

"The victim fled to the living room." Again you turn back into the living room, feeling like a little hamster running endlessly on his little wheel in his little cage. "He fell back into the couch, knocking over those bottles," he points to the spot on the carpet darker than the rest, stained with weeks old beer.

"And he tried to get away from the android," Hank finishes. "Makes sense," he admits.

Connor approaches the corpse, motioning towards its infested wounds. "The android murdered the victim with the knife, stabbing him twenty eight times."

"Okay," Hank smirks. "Your theory's not totally ridiculous... but that doesn't tell us where the android went."

You could almost laugh at how petty the Lieutenant was behaving, trying to rub his self-righteous "I know better than you" attitude in an android's face – an android that more than likely had zero concept of proving someone wrong for the pride's sake.

Connor's face turns solemn, realizing the hole in his theory.

"It was damaged by the bat..." he slowly recounts. "And lost some Thirium..."

Hank's snotty look immediately drops. "Lost some what?"

"Thirium," you chime in. "You'd know it as 'Blue Blood'. It's the fluid that powers android's biocomponents."

Connor silently appreciates your brief explanation as he continues. "It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye."

"Ahhh..." Hank's face smoothes as he pieces together what Connor's getting at. "But I bet you can still see it, can't you?"