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[undeviated]

Pick your poison:
Markus | Connor

( Josh | Gavin Reed )

I'd probably play other DBH characters anyway lbr so if you want someone else, just ask

Connor default is Machine Connor— but I can throw down a nice Connor if that's more your jam, just let me know what your preferences are if you have them

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[fuckingpassw0rd]

[As Connor moved around, Hank gathered what he could from the staff that was still there (admittedly surprised to see him at all. Words were exchange and Connor might have heard something about how 'having an Android finally means you wake up in the morning like everyone else?' along with a few choice swears from Hank in reply. Good-natured, of course. When the Android calls his name, he walks over, a pad filled with information in his hands. His face turns to brief disgust; he can't help it.]

What--oh what the fuck! Connor! Can't you just do that when I'm not looking? [Once more, he finds himself questioning why CyberLife thought this was the best idea for the prototype.] Shit, I don't think I'll ever be able to handle that part of your analyzation process.

[But he's a mini-lab, as much as Hank hates to admit. After another sigh, he walks closer, his eyes dotting the ground, the bluish blood already starting to become invisible to his own eyes and attempts to bend to look over, his body barely following. He looks a lot more serious, frowning as he looks at Connor.]

So is that spilled blue blood, or does it belong to an android?

[undeviated]

[Connor offers no apologies for his behavior (or his decision not to utilize discretion), having aleady exposed Lieutenant Anderson to the specifics of his diagnostic processes on exactly seven prior cases. It's only when Hank's remarkably specific question ('—is it spilled, or does it belong to an android?') registers that Connor's head snaps upright, dense brows raised in unmistakable surprise.] You are particularly astute today.

[His train of thought drifts briefly back to the breakfast Lieutenant Anderson had consumed only forty-five minutes prior: perhaps, despite its high caloric reading and lack of dietary nutrition, the amount of sugar present within that snack item had indeed made it 'a breakfast of champions'— or maybe Hank is just committing to his work for a change. Interesting, and duly noted.

Connor nods out a pleased affirmation:] It belongs to a specific model. DT700, designed specifically to handle heavy workloads.

I believe this is our deviant. [He lifts two fingers, gesturing towards a fading trail of Blue Blood in an attempt to highlight what remains visible to human eyes.] And I believe that it was damaged attempting to escape with what it had stolen.

[A trail of registered Blue Blood. Four missing crates of supplies (one damaged and left behind), with three humans injured on site— likely alerted by the first victim, who had a 99.7% chance of directly witnessing the theft. One destroyed forklift, one broken window. There is a picture here, forming slowly.] Did you learn anything from the human witnesses?

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[fuckingpassw0rd]

[Hank's expression is undeniably one of pride at Connor's statement. However he answers in typical Hank-like fashion.]

Hey with what's surrounding us, it's a logical question to ask, Connor.

[Still, Hank ▲. Maybe it would be Hank ▼ if he actually knew Connor's train of thoughts and how he's 'working for a change'. Fortunately, mind thoughts were not shareable between human and androids...at least not yet, and probably never in the ever-rising political climate. He scowls when the fingers are brought closer to his face; maybe it seems normal to Connor but to Hank he just imagines a fellow police officer showing him blood on his hands. It's not something he'd let any other officer do unless they were 1) an android 2) didn't have fingerprints to mess up the crime scene 3) Hank knew Connor wasn't doing it to be an ass.]

So a model goes deviant at the workplace and breaks free. [It wasn't a thread in all their cases, but many of them involved at least ONE deviant that had been working there.] Wonder why they risked coming here. Supplies running low or grabbing what they can now before shit gets worse?

[To be fair he's just asking questions outloud, and doesn't expect Connor to answer them all just yet. At his question he looks down on the pad.]

Didn't have time to speak with them yet, but if got some cliff-notes for 'em that I've been looking into. Main witness' name is Edward Owens, he was working on the forklift when the deviants attacked. Can't say how many deviants were involved. Had to be taken to the hospital after his statements, there are pieces of glass lodged in his left arm and pieces of metal cut his face, arms and and legs, so they ain't taking any chances. [Unlike androids, tetanus can be pretty deadly if untreated.] Injuries are suspected to come from being thrown out of the vehicle against his will and his initial resistance. I'll get someone to go to the hospital and obtain a confirmation later today once we're done.

[He moves a finger to load up the next screen.]

We have two security guards, Ian Millikin and Michael Kelly. Edward's screams alerted them during their rounds. Said they managed to get one injured before they were knocked out both cold from behind. Michael says he saw a deviant in civilian clothing but that's all he managed to remember before he was knocked out. Camera footage is inconclusive. My guess is they knew where the cameras were planted.

Last victim is Carlos Owens. [Edward's brother. With jobs being so scarce, families working together wasn't uncommon with someone who had a job highly recommending their own family.] He was manning the gate. They used the forklift to ram into it. He's a bit out of it, but he moved out of the way before anything happened to him. Said he saw at least four androids leaving. No mention on injuries.

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[undeviated]

[As he listens to Hank's recounting of acquired facts, a thought occurs to him. He voices it without intending to:] Why would a deviant attack its own place of work?

It could have simply taken the materials it wanted unnoticed.

[It could have acted as though nothing was wrong, and the humans surrounding it would most likely have detected nothing out of the ordinary. And yet the scene they're overlooking now is— in no small amount— chaotic. The shattered glass, the human injuries, the damaged goods left hurriedly behind.] This portion of the theft was messy. It wasn’t planned, but the other androids’ movements must have been.

They knew where the cameras were. They had information. They were hoping to be careful.

[One clipped inhale— Connor twists on his heel to face Hank more fully, despite the fact that with Hank leaning down and Connor twisting upwards, there’s barely an inch of empty space between them. He doesn’t care. This is— this is important:] Do you think it’s possible that they really are capable of spreading deviancy like a virus?

[Errors in key markers of their software. That's what Cyberlife had initially hypothesized. A small, potentially easily remedied mistake, gone unnoticed by programmers and engineers alike. Only Amanda had referred to it as a virus. Only once, with urgency in her voice like a spur against his side. He's thinking about the Stratford Tower incident. About the surveillance android, about the maintenance android nearly thirty stories below, and the receptionist that had permitted an unauthorized, unlogged entry. All complicit in the deviant's plan to overwhelm any human staff present, yet none displaying any prior signs of deviancy up until that point.

The android there, the one that had demanded that all androids be granted the rights of a new species, it had been an RK model. He'd never told Hank.]