#alpha!conrad

Pairings: RK800 ( Connor ) / RK900 ( Conrad )

Warnings: Violence.

AU: Omegaverse. Post-Game.

Notes: I'm late to the party as usual. I decided to go with Conrad for RK900's name from out of the ones I've seen. Also, if I do eventually write a smutty scene, it will be isolated in its own chapter, that way if that stuff makes you uncomfortable, you can skip over it without missing important plot bits. I do this with all my stories, soooo... yeah. I'll try my best not to dump info about the world all in one go, so if you have questions about this universe, probably wait. Or send me an ask. Also, likes, comments, and reblogs are most welcome. This is my first DBH story, so bear with me a little.

Markus had asked him to come to the interrogation room. When Connor asked for something, it was difficult to refuse. It wasn't that Markus was intimidating, he could be at times, but he had a kind voice that even Connor was envious of. Being designed as a Negotiator, a smooth voice would come in handy, however, he was programed with a voice that Hank had deemed 'goofy'. Connor's heels clicked over the worn out tile surface of the Department's floors as he hastened to meet up with the other android. Connor didn't know why the former Jericho leader would call for him of all androids, but he'd make time for the revolutionary leader. Placing his hand on the scanner, his skin peeling back to reveal his white plates, the door gave a confirming ding before opening. When Connor made his way inside, he was caught off guard.

Sitting powered down in the interrogation chair was another him. It wasn't the fact that it was another him, but a newer model of him. Hank had killed what he thought was the last of the RK800 series in the Cyberlife Tower, or at least Connor had thought. Connor raised a brow and looked over at Markus who was standing expectantly, mismatched eyes observing Connor's reaction with a cool exterior. The alpha android was an enigma on his own, comforting and yet commanding, someone who had easily gained the respect of humans and androids with his determination to keep the peace while still fighting for freedom.

"I thought we were the last of the RK models?" Connor questioned as he moved closer to the powered down android in the chair, his own LED whirling yellow as he examined the model. This RK model was a bit stockier, lacking the blemishes and flaws that Connor had that made him more appealing and relatable to humans. Reaching a hand out, Connor smoothed out the black and white formal jacket that looked more like a Cyberlife uniform than any of the other RK models had worn. The label on the chest was printed with the letter and numbers of RK900. He hadn't heard about a newer model being designed, making Connor wonder what other things Amanda had conveniently left out in their conversations. Not that it mattered now. She was gone, leaving Connor in peace.

"I thought so too," Markus replied, still unmoving as he watched with that intense focus that could unnerve and draw others in at the same time. "I went back to the Cyberlife Tower to make sure nothing was left behind. It appears that Cyberlife had been secretly working on another prototype. To replace you." The other android stated with heavy emphasis, as if trying to judge how Connor would react to such news.

Connor's LED flickered red only briefly before soothing out to a calm blue once more, his rich brown eyes shifting over to Markus to study him in turn. It made him wonder what sort of game Markus was playing at, what motives that lay hidden beneath his collected exterior. While Connor was suspicious, Connor trusted the man whole heartedly, but sometimes Markus enjoyed teasing Connor a little too much. "Has he been activated yet?" Connor decided to pry for more answers without being too direct, sometimes beating around the bush was the best approach in getting others to spill their guts.

"No, since he's a specially designed prototype, I thought I'd discuss the matter with you first." Markus finally moved, reaching out to place a hand on the RK900's shoulder, not yet integrating with his systems. "I fear he hasn't been activated at all, so his programming might still rule him. So I thought bringing him here would be the safest idea." Connor frowned a little, there was really only one thing his model line and predecessors would be made for. Hunting down deviants. Especially with the treat looming over Cyberlife's head during the time of RK900's creation. "Also, it might help to have your... expertise here."

Connor furrowed his brows, it only took half a second before he realize what Markus had meant. Androids were designed to look like their human creators, though while humans had a variety of dynamics of alphas, betas, and omegas on a mostly even scale. Most androids were designed to take on beta traits to be more neutral and less expensive. Markus had been the first alpha to be created without the deviant virus triggering a change in dynamic. Connor had been the first omega designed as an omega scent could easily calm those you were stressed. A valuable assets in the field of negotiation with dangerous people and androids.

He lifted up a hand to rub his chin with a finger and a thumb, a human gesture he'd developed by dealing with humans for so long. He didn't want one of his models to stay in stasis as he felt everyone should have a chance at life. However, after dealing with his clone at the Cyberlife Tower, Connor wasn't exactly all too confident about this idea. While he could handle another him on even grounds, this model was a newer version. Which meant he was likely better than Connor in every way. Markus seemed to make sense of Connor's expression as he moved to begin cuffing the powered down android to the steel table before him.

"If he acts out of line, its our duty to correct him. Everyone deserves a chance at freedom. If you were able to fight against your programming, then maybe he can too." Markus soothed and Connor wanted to believe him, but his LED flashing yellow still gave away his nervousness. The last thing this shaky world needed was a upgraded deviant hunter who no longer had anyone to give him direction now that Amanda was gone.

"This could possibly prove dangerous, are you ready to handle this if things go down shit creek?" At Connor's choice of words, Markus gave him a curious glance before taking a step back from the upgraded android, placing his hands politely behind his back.

"I see you've been spending more time with Lieutenant Anderson, though the swearing doesn't suit you with that goofy voice of yours." The alpha stated with smoothness that nearly hid the humor in his voice. It only served for him to receive a faint glare from Connor, the android rarely seem capable of getting angry. Frustrated? Yes. Furious? Not really.

Since RK900 was supposed to be his replacement, Connor would do the honors of activating him. Reaching out, Connor's hand covered one of RK900's, skin peeling back as his touch forced the other android's skin to be removed as well. Connecting himself through touch, he sent a command for the prototype to start up. Being both RK models, it wasn't as easy to convert one into deviancy. Their special programming was for too strong for a simple touch to convert them. However, RK900's LED flashed on, blue circling around a few times as it took a moment for the android to wake up for the first time.

Connor kept his hand over the larger one, wanting to offer comfort as his artificial scent seeped out from under the loose collar of his white dress shirt. Using everything in his arsenal to keep the situation calm and under control. RK900 lifted his head, eyelids snapping open as cool gray eyes observed the room and the situation he was in. Thankfully, the android didn't seem panicked or threatened, but Connor couldn't read much into that blank, scowling expression that he figured must be designed that was for intimidation. This android was definitely not designed to be pleasing to the soul.

"RK900, are all systems functioning normally?" Connor asked, having to say the android's model felt dry on his tongue. He'd have to see if the android had a designated name. If not, they would have to find one that the other man liked.

His response only served to have those sterling eyes land on him, making Connor freeze briefly. It was unexpected, the man looked vaguely like him but much more threatening than Connor could ever be and Connor could be fairly threatening if he needed to pry answers out of someone. Connor's LED went from blue immediately to red within an instant, it was inexplicable as RK900 hadn't done anything but look at him. Connor refused to take a step back, knowing rationally that doing so in front of someone dangerous might only instigate an attack. His nostrils flared, trying to take in the scent of the upgraded model, but couldn't find a single trace that might help him judge the situation he was in.

Reading Connor's stress levels, Markus took a step forward to intervene, but that had been the wrong move. Before either androids could react, RK900 had broke loose, the chain connecting his cuffs snapping with little to no resistance at all. Connor only managed to take a single step back before his predecessor was on him, the other android weight alone sending him crashing to the floor. He felt a crushing pressure on his throat, preventing him from swearing out from being caught offguard so easily. As strong hands wrapped around his throat, causing enough force damage to render his human skin away and reveal his white exoskeleton. Errors popped up in his vision, blaring like alarms and making it difficult to concentrate.His own hands scrambled to shove and dig into the calm face glaring down at him, no emotion, no hesitation.

And then, that destructive weight was gone, leaving Connor to roll over and away from the crash he heard, gasping for air that would help his internal fans keep his body cool. He'd been threatened with overheating or having his neck crushed and head detached from the amount of strength RK900 had. Feeling lightheaded, Connor knew he needed to recover fast with RK900 still around, quickly stumbling up onto his feet and looking over to see Markus and RK900 struggling for dominance. He could smell both of them now, two aggressive alphas fighting for dominance, one to protect another android and the other wanted to destroy both the deviants.

Connor had to help, if Markus got hurt, he'd never hear the end of it, he was already on thin ice with the other androids for what he'd done during the revolution. Stumbling over to the knocked over metal chair, he hefted it up off the floor. Electronic snarls and static growls filled the interrogation room as Connor approached the destructive mass of two alphas trying to kill each other. It was times like this that really revealed that Markus was every bit of alpha as he was designed to be. Regardless, RK900 was newer and his programming wouldn't allow any hesitation, only completing his mission. That thought alone gave Connor the strength to swing the chair up like one of Jeffery's perfect golf swings.

The chair crashed into his counterpart's head, the metal denting as he sent RK900 crashing into a wall. The force alone seemed to have knocked some systems loose as the LED in the upgraded android flickered red before dimming out. Connor knew the android wasn't dead yet, it would take a lot more that than to kill even Connor, let alone someone who was supposedly better than him. He turned to look down at Markus, who was pushing himself onto his feet and wiping thirium from his busted nose. Connor moved closer to the alpha to investigate the damage but Markus lifted up a hand to stay the Detective away.

"No thanks, I'm fine. I heard from Anderson what you do with blue blood." Markus teased before pulling out a rag to wipe the Thirium off his face. It seemed the man was used to dealing with his own blood outside his body judging from the faint blue stains on the rag.

"That was strictly for expedient analysis and I wish he'd quit telling everyone that." Connor replied with a scowl before looking over at his knocked out counterpart who didn't look any better off than Markus. For being an older model, Markus proved time and time again that no matter the upgrade, he was still superior. "What are we going to do with him, we can't keep him here, its too dangerous for the androids that work here."

Notes: I’ve seen a couple of stories where Connor is the barista but what if it was the other way around... Also its SFW, so read as you please.

Chapter 7

Warnings: Mild swearing and violence. Nothing too brutal and Hank always comes with a warning label.

Sorry for the delay, I'm a tired boi today. I would've taken the day off but this chapter kept demanding to be written. （￣Ω￣）

"Have you picked a name yet?" A female voice chimed in nearby.

Connor had heard that question so much that it was wearing on him, it didn't help that he felt completely drained out from his heat. Today was just a terrible day and he regretted his insistence in going to work despite Hank's instructions to stay home. He'd been getting stir crazy and being in a room where he'd done so many things to the thoughts of RK900, it was embarrassing and he wanted to escape. He thought he'd catch a break by distracting himself with the current cases, but the moment he showed up to work, RK900 was there waiting for him, eyeing him like the android had been starved. It made him uncomfortable and Connor hadn't been able to look at the other RK model since. Which was a feat in itself.

RK900 had been shadowing him everywhere today, worse than usual and for the first time, he could sympathize with Hank. Connor couldn't even turn around without running straight into the brick wall named RK900. And that was only the tip of the iceberg. Whenever Connor was tasked something, RK900 was already on it, practically doing Connor's job for him. The final straw had been when Hank asked for Connor to hand over a magazine and before Connor could even move, RK900 was already handing the tablet over to Hank. The look the older detective gave RK900 was mirrored by Connor, neither liking the other model getting between them.

"No, I have not." Replied a cool voice from close by, RK900 hadn't even bothered occupying his own assigned desk and instead had taken up standing to Connor's right, hovering over him like a looming storm. Connor could practically feel the pressure bearing down on his shoulders, increasing his stress levels. However, RK900 didn't seem to notice or chose not to. Was this some sort of intimidation factor? Was the alpha trying to prove who was better, more superior of the RK series? Connor stared blankly at the screen of his terminal, unable to concentrate as he tried to puzzle out why RK900 was trying to smother him. While he had found RK900 to be the source of his fantasies, in reality, it was so much more different.

"What? People can't just keep calling you RK900, its too long of a word to say." The source of the female voice was from one of their newest recruits, a Traci model. One Connor had fought and spared during the time of the revolution.She had proven her fighting capabilities despite her model being designed for more sexual deeds. Connor had been the first on to put her on the list Markus had asked to compile for android officers.

"I think asshole works just fine." Hanks growl interrupted the conversation, but Connor had no energy to nip this situation in the bud before things escalated. Hank had been on pretty good behavior, having sensed Connor's weariness. The man was human, but he knew Connor well enough to see even the slightest changes in the android, sometimes even before Connor knew himself. "Or just dick. Detective Dick."

That seemed to get a laugh out of Traci, but RK900 seemed as impassive as ever as if not even invested in the conversation. "Since he looks a little bit like Connor, I think it'd be fitting to make them have matching names. How adorable would that be." Traci teased as she leaned down closer to Connor, pinching his cheek in attempts to get a rise out of his calm demeanor. EAny other day, she might have received a smile and a playful bat of the hand, but he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't like that he couldn't give Traci the reaction she desired, it wasn't her fault that he was like this.

A low noise, just barely audible came from his right where RK900 was and Connor didn't need to look to know RK900 was tensing. The other android had tried his best to remain cool and collected by with how much he stuck to Connor, the older android could see the subtle difference. Deciding that it was time to step in before things snapped, Connor finally spoke up.

"He's not a pet we can just name, he has to decide for himself. That's part of the freedom we fought for after all." Connor tapped the screen to his terminal, acting like he was busy as Traci released him with a annoyed sigh at how reasonable Connor was, ruining her fun.

"Connor. You kept the name Cyberlife gave you. Since Cyberlife is no more, you are the closest one to be active to Cyberlife central." RK900's voice finally decided to chime in on the subject about himself. Not that Connor was very much appreciative of it. "Following this deduction, you should be the one to name me."

Connor jerked his head around to look at RK900 for the first time today, surprised by his request. He had just said his thoughts on the matter of naming someone else, but it seemed RK900 thought otherwise. Connor tilted his head, his eyes squinting just slightly as he processed through his thoughts. Telling RK900 to get a name for himself was still ordering the android to do something, but then again giving him a name was going against his freedom as well. In the end, RK900 had made his own choice, freedom to decide how he received his name. Connor just didn't want to be the one responsible for such a momentous thing. There were so many names to choose from, how could Connor find the right one that fit RK900?

Being the one to pick the upgraded model's name felt like something special, like RK900 had just given him the greatest of gifts and put himself into Connor's care. It was so contradictory from the usual way RK900 acted that it left Connor a little wary as to what RK900 was thinking. RK900 was better at hiding his thought process more than Connor was, maybe due to still being new to deviancy. "Are you sure you want me to give you a name?"

"Yes." The answer was brisk and resounding, there was no doubt in RK900's decision as if he didn't realize how much pressure he'd just put on Connor's shoulders. He drummed his fingers on his desk, ignoring the slightly annoyed look from Hank, who always did his best to stop Connor's 'nervous twitching' habits. It helped Connor think and made Hank on edge sometimes, right now he needed it.

"How about we start with something that starts with a C?" Traci added, trying to be helpful. Connor was grateful for it since he didn't have a clue where to start on a list of names. While he preferred not to be affiliated with RK900 so closely by their names, Connor really didn't want to go through the struggle of finding a name. "You got Caleb, Colin, Conan, Conrad.." Traci began listing off names, Hank giving a few snorts in humor at some but didn't decide to let everyone else in on what he found funny about some of the names. Connor's concentration was dwindling, he really just wanted to go back home and relax on the couch with Sumo. Hank had been right in stating Connor wasn't ready to return back to work.

To simplify matters instead of analyzing each name, Connor picked the first four names Traci had stated and decided to put them into a randomized generator, shuffling them around mentally before letting fate and chance pick one for him. After a moment of his processors scrambling the names, it finally chose one. "Conrad." Connor stated, interrupting Traci's listing of names, how long had she'd been spouting them? Regardless, the name was decided as Connor shifted his gaze back on the newly dubbed android.

Gray eyes met brown, there was something more in that gaze than Connor was willing to analyze, making RK- No, Conrad's gaze seem just faintly softer around the edges. The way he looked at Connor, completely focused as if gazing into his whole world right then. Connor's stress levels rose to a frightening degree as he didn't know how to take that look and immediately he shoved himself up into a stand, wanting to run away. To make a tactical retreat.

"Well, now that's been handled, I need to re-evaluate the evidence from today's case. So if you'll excuse me." He gave Traci a small smile in thanks for her assistance before making his retreat. He could feel their eyes on him, but he kept up his casual pretenses. Hank let Connor go without a word, Traci seemed to pick up on the situation, but Conrad was already out of his seat and trailing after Connor. He could feel the younger android's presence stalking behind him, the tap tap of his heels so methodical and final as if Connor had no true escape from him. However, Connor had no intention on completely running away at this point.

Calmly as he could, he placed his hand on the identification pad on the wall beside the door, letting it scan his model number before the door slid open. As predicted the newly christened Conrad followed after him, Connor wanted to find somewhere to be alone but now his goals had changed when Conrad didn't take heed of Connor's stress levels. Once he made it into the evidence room, the glass doors hissing closed behind him, locking him in with the man who had tormented his thoughts for the past week, making him feel ashamed and draining him of all his patience. He knew he shouldn't be blaming Conrad, but the other android was wearing on him, unknowingly or not.

Connor had every intention of striking first, but Conrad was quicker to the draw when Connor turned around to face the other android. Before his processors could even acknowledge Conrad's movements, he felt the hard surface of the wall bang up against his back, within an instant, he was trapped between it and the immovable body of Conrad. Being this close to him, he could catch the smell of Conrad's crisp scent of arctic air, fresh off the mountain, so subtle that it was insidious on his sensors.It implanted the idea of burying his face into Conrad's neck, to find the direct source of such an enticing scent.

He had to hold on strong, his head turning away as a faint hint of light blue dashed across his cheeks, making the freckles there stand out just a slight bit more. His vision filled with conflicting choices, if he didn't make a decision fast, then Conrad would make the choice for him. For a week, Connor had imagined what Conrad's body would feel like against his own, Connor's body appeared soft, but that was only on surface value. Conrad's body made no attempt to hide his strength, his dominance as he pressed closer, nearly crushing Connor against the wall to prevent any form of escape from Connor. Connor's LED was flashing an alarming red as his stress levels were dangerously high, warning him if he didn't calm down then he'd only cause harm unto himself.

Calming down with Conrad so close was impossible, he needed space, he couldn't breathe to cool his body down with Conrad's very presence sucking up all the cool air between them, only leaving hot and heavy air thick with the scent of an alpha.The touch of a finger and thumb caught his chin, the grasp was firm and unforgiving as Conrad forced Connor's head to turn and face him again, tipping Connor's head back at just the right angle so their eyes would meet again. Conrad's face filled Connor's vision as the younger android began to ease in closer as if afraid he'd scare Connor away by moving too quickly. Connor's vision began to turn red with errors and alarms as his stress reached critical levels. He needed space and he needed it now.

Connor struck hard and fast, his arm thrusting up to shove his palm right under Conrad's chin with enough force that he caused the other android to stumble back. Connor didn't allow his younger model the chance to figure out what happened as he twisted around on one heel while the other was lifted to smash directly into the side of Conrad's face. The power behind the kick sent the slightly larger android crashing onto he ground, but he seemed to catch on what was happening and used the momentum to roll back up onto his feet. The icy glare than landed on him did nothing to sway Connor, if Conrad couldn't take the hint that Connor needed space, then the older android would have to be more blunt and prove a point that he wasn't obsolete or inadequate.

There was only a brief moment where neither moved, both calculating their next path of attack through their simulations, trying to guess which path the other would choose. From what appeared to be only seconds to a human, was minutes for an android as they calculated all the outcomes before finally moving. Connor was the one to be the aggressor while Conrad seemed to lean more towards the defensive side, his hesitation to deal out attacks on Connor would be his weakness as Connor was relentless when he set his sights on a goal.Conrad was backed into the raised evidence console, giving Connor the advantage as the older android slammed his palm up and into what would be a human's sternum. His palm twisted upon impact causing Conrad's power cell to be slightly misplaced in its socket.

As Conrad was forced to double over before Connor, he raised his knee sharply sending his kneecap directly into Conrad's nose with quick efficiency. He could hear the mechanical tone of Conrad's voice swearing at him, but it was too distorted to properly understand as the newer android slid to the floor, his back leaning against the evidence console. Connor had made sure that his attack hadn't been life threatening, only to momentarily disable Conrad to prove a point. If the other android wanted to play alpha then Connor had to step up his game to make sure to let his counterpart know he wouldn't be walked all over.

Chapter 18

Warnings: None, some fluff and then some plot.

The first sensation Connor felt was the feel of warm water from his chest down.

Opening his eyes with a start, he stared at the familiar tile wall of Hank's bathroom. It was disorienting to fall asleep in one place and wake up in another without even waking up during the transition. Usually Connor was more alert to disturbances, maybe he really had let himself go a little too much last night. Then again he hadn't been able to help himself, his stress levels had been at dangerous levels. He recalled what Conrad had done to him last night, the way he made Connor forget about everything else. Though that didn't explain why he was in a tub of water.

Upon further inspection he also became aware of a sturdy body against his back, only one person was allowed to be so close. Conrad must have powered up first and brought him here, knowing Connor would likely want to get cleaned up first thing. It was... oddly sweet of the other android, making Connor feel a bit out of place as Conrad wasn't exactly one to show his care in this way. Connor closed his eyes, not wanting to confront Conrad just yet as he simply wanted to continue relaxing in this bliss. The warm water was helping ease his mind, though the liquid was more satiny than usual as if Conrad had added something extra into it.

Connor tipped his head back, letting it rest on Conrad's shoulder as he savored this quiet moment for a while longer before reality crashed down again. Conrad nuzzled into his hair, being oddly affectionate for such a stoic man, maybe it was because they were alone together so no one would see this side of him. No one was allowed to as it was reserved for Connor. After such a rough and demanding time last night, it was a startling change, but still welcomed as he was still a little worn out from the world in general and really didn't want to deal with a clingy Conrad at the moment. He sighed out, really he wished he could stay there forever but that just wasn't how life worked.

A heavy hand knocked on the door, dragging Connor from his relaxed state. He really didn't want to answer, but he knew who it was and couldn't really deny Hank and plus his human pseudo-father might need to take care of his business."Connor? Are you in there? Came Hank's gruff voice, making Connor raise his head, looking over at the door.

"Yes, do you need in the bathroom?" He replied, not yet budging from his place as Conrad's arms looped around his waist as if already protesting the idea of letting Connor out of the tub.

"No, I just wanted to let you in that they need us down at the department, so hurry up and get dressed. And bring the asshole with you." Hank's nickname for Conrad didn't change but it was a slight improvement from yelling at the idea Conrad was anywhere near Connor. Maybe he was slowly coming to terms that Conrad no longer wanted to hurt Connor and wanted the opposite. Alphas tended to guard their partners zealously, hurting them was unnatural but it did tend to happen. So far, after the initial attack, the only attacks he received were intimate ones that made his ears warm just thinking about.

Looking down his body, he examined the damage, there were bruises from the leather straps, but the bitemarks had been healed. Conrad must have used the kit they had obtained from the hospital to repair him while Connor had still been in standby mode. He must have really needed the break, though he was somewhat annoyed that Conrad hadn't bothered to actually wake him.

"Will do, Hank, I'll get ready and meet you down at the department." He wasn't yet to the point of riding with Hank again seeing how Conrad insisted on being with him. The tension in the car was far too much for Connor to deal with in the mornings. Both alphas having a stare off made Connor worry that Hank wouldn't break eye contact to look at the road to watch where he was driving. One day they would be able to all ride together in a vehicle without all the alpha posture, just today wasn't that day. He could hear Hank moving off, likely already dressed and ready for work, it was odd that Connor was the one who would be arriving late.

Connor closed his eyes, his system was restored back to where it was only himself once again. It was getting to the point where even the smallest touch fro Conrad transferred his thoughts and feelings silently to him and from the pull on his databanks, he knew he was transferring his own desires and concerns to the younger model. Being without that mingling connection was starting to become addicting, it was a bit of a frightening thought, to be attached to someone when Connor was still getting used to the idea that people saw him more than just a machine. Hank's outlook had changed over time, a joint effort between the two of them to settle on something deeper than friendship, a familial bond Connor had never experienced.

He had considered at a time that Amanda what would be akin to a human mother, but ever since meeting Hank, he knew he'd just been trying to put what he desired most on a program that had no ability or desire to give him what he needed. Amanda had instilled a sense that others would just get in the way of the mission, that serving another was his only goal in life. So it was a bit of a challenge to let someone as domineering as Conrad into his life. It wasn't until they had connected systems for the first time that Connor understood that this held a deeper meaning.

Conrad was even more scared than Connor was.

To have to experience such strong independent desires for the first time while being so young, unable to control himself no matter how hard he'd tried. Despite all his worries and concerns, under it all he was deeply infatuated with Connor. Conrad was aware that he wasn't exactly the best at socializing or communication, he lacked the programming for it and had to learn as he went. But sometimes, words could express the thoughts and feelings that went on in someone's head. And Connor had be inside Conrad's programming, had felt everything he felt, putting him on a new level of understanding.

That didn't mean Connor was going to cut Conrad any slack though. In order to improve, Conrad needed to learn. Though Connor did enjoy those times where Conrad let himself fall completely into his alpha programming, the way the other android looked at him as if he was irreplaceable and Connor had felt that to be true between them. Despite what Amanda had told him, that he was just a machine to easily be replaced if he didn't accomplish his mission. It was important to know that he was one of a kind to someone. Now Connor had three people who viewed him as such: Hank, Sumo, and Conrad. While Conrad only had him. That was something they would work on.

Slowly, Connor stood up, pushing at those arms that tried to convince him to stay in the water. "If Hank is going to the department this early, it has to be important, Conrad." Connor pressed as Conrad let out a half-hearted growl of complaint but finally gave up on trying to convince Connor to stay. Connor took his job seriously and wouldn't be deterred like a dog with a bone. Knowing Connor would full and well leave him if he didn't hurry up, Conrad followed suit out of the tub. Already Connor was drying himself off with a towel, feeling better now that he was clean and slight stress free. His mind already wondering on what had happened that they would need to call them in for.

Conrad attempted to join in on drying Connor, but it mostly ended up with the younger android leaving little nips along Connor's neck. While it was enticing, it still wasn't enough to lure Connor away from his duty. He chose to simply ignore Conrad's touches as he began to pull on his clothes that had been neatly stacked on the counter, ready and waiting for him. Another small detail Conrad had did, he must have known Connor would stubbornly want to go to work instead of ditching it with Conrad. When Connor glanced into the mirror while securing his tie around his neck, he spotted that Conrad had already dressed himself. Connor had to turn his head to look at the other android, still surprised by Conrad's capabilities to split his attention between Connor and himself without Connor even really noticing.

"Ready to leave now?" Connor asked as he gave one last look over to his hair to make sure it was in its correct style.

"No." Conrad stated blandly, unenthused about leaving the house and once more having to keep himself in check. However, neither could skip out on work, androids needed them and they had to pull their weight around the house so Hank didn't have to take it all onto himself. Connor already felt guilty about placing himself into Hank's care, putting the older detective in a situation he couldn't refuse. However, Hank constantly told Connor to forget about worrying, which was in Hank's terms that Hank was more than happy to let the android stay with him.Connor rubbed a bit of scent neutralizing lotion on his neck and wrists, not wanting the entire precinct to know what they'd done last night.The lotion wasn't enough to completely smother their combined scents but it wouldn't be overpowering enough to disturb his coworkers either.

The ride to the precinct was an uneventful one, despite enjoying the wind in his hair. It would've been better if the day didn't have a heavy overcast but that was no surprise considering where they lived. As the two androids entered, Connor first, followed closely behind was Conrad as usual. Hank was at his desk with coffee and doughnuts staring irritably at his terminal screen. A look like that meant whatever case they'd been handed wasn't a good one. Connor picked up his pace a little, wanting to know the details of what happened. He pulled out his chair and dropped down into the seat. He could just look up the information on his own terminal but he wanted to hear it from Hank and learn his opinion on the matter.

"So, what has happened that they needed to call us in, Lieutenant?" He addressed Hank formally, he often did it while at work but sometimes he slipped up and called the alpha by his first name. No one seemed to really mind around here, except for maybe Gavin who still persisted in being addressed by his title. Sometimes Connor would 'accidentally' slip up and call him by his first name, but no often enough to rustle up trouble.

Hank sighed and leaned back away from the screen, running a hand over his gristled beard, for once not giving Conrad a glare as the younger android sat down in a chair beside Connor. Connor and Hank had been adamant about Conrad sitting because standing behind Connor all the time was a bit unnerving. "We found the body of an android this morning. There wasn't any signs of a struggle. It just seems he dropped dead on the spot." Connor frowned at the idea, androids were pretty resilient and it would take a severe beating to deactivate them, unless they were Cyberlife. Perhaps it was Cyberlife trying to regain control? Though targeting a random deviant out on the streets didn't seem to be their style. They would focus on hunting down the main insurgents like Markus.

"That's not even the worst part." Hank added after noticing the concerned and thoughtful expression on Connor's face before he dropped the next shoe. "It seems our victim was a newly changed omega from the smell coming from him." The wrinkles on the corners of Hank's eyes deepened with a bit of stress, so Connor pressed on before Hank could fall into his troublesome thoughts.

"Had they gone to the hospital yet?" Connor asked, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the table, his fingers absently searching for something to grab and toy with to help his thought processes. Almost as if sensing Connor's desires, Conrad reached over smoothly to place a coin into Connor's awaiting hand. Without a second thought, Connor's programming began to deftly flick the coin over his knuckles. Hank scowled at the sight of the coin but said nothing for now.

"It seems he had been waiting on the bus to take him there when he was attacked or something. I don't fucking know, I didn't think androids could just drop dead like that. Never seen it happen before." Hank scratched his chin in thought before grabbing his cup of coffee to drink, needing the energy to deal with this shit in the morning.

"Is the body here?" Connor flicked the coin into his other hand, it had been some time since he'd been allowed to get his hands on a coin and he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to use it, to reacquaint himself with the smooth metallic surface with worn out ridges of previous presidents.

"Yeah, Reed already closed the crime scene and brought all the evidence back to the evidence room." Hank looked over at Connor before motioning with his hand. "Do you think you can do that uhh.. no-skin hand touching thing that androids do?"

"Not if the android is deactivated, remember? Though I'd have to get a look at the android before I can determine if I'm capable of reactivating it or not." Connor frowned, reactivation was always tricky, systems could be scrambled to the point it would sometimes be unable to formulate coherent sentences. "We have to find out of they were targeted because of this change or not." Perhaps Kamski was behind it, his next step in androids might have some flaws, malfunctioning errors that could shut an android down. Though such a mistake from Kamski didn't seem all that likely and that was the silver lining of this entire mess.

Chapter 8

Masterlist

Warnings: Jealous Conrad.

Chapter 16

Warnings: Mild Violence

Connor was moderately surprised from Simon's request, the other android was usually easy going. A man that had faith in whatever decision Markus made, someone reliable. Connor didn't know much about him aside from the fact he had supported Markus' judgement on Connor joining Jericho. Once that decision had been made, Simon accepted Connor when everyone else had their reserves.It was something respectable about the blond, not considered weak by bending without complaint, but the desire to be united in times of stress. It was one of the reasons he trusted Simon enough to be alone with him and it made him worry as Simon usually tended to handle things by himself.

Connor turned to look over to Conrad, he could already see the other man's jaw clenched slightly in disapproval of such an idea. He didn't say anything as he already knew the outcomes of this argument, that didn't mean he had to like it or completely accept it. Having seen how Conrad had bristled from the receptionist touching his hand, Connor thought it would likely be best for Conrad to stand outside the room. From all the bruises and wounds on his body, there would be a lot of touching and the last thing Connor wanted was an overly possessive alpha strangling one of Connor's allies."Stay here, it shouldn't take too long." In attempts to placate Conrad, Connor gave in and placed a hand on his arm, that small connection meant to soothe him.

It was brief before he nodded to Simon and the blond android opened the door just barely wide enough for Connor to squeeze into the room. It made him wonder if Simon was hiding something, which was a bit uncharacteristic. Reaching up, he rubbed his nose while moving over to sit on the exam table. Simon locked the door before returning to Connor, he appeared to be trying to look relaxed but nothing could escape Connor's notice, able to read the erratic spikes of stress as Simon fought to keep himself collected. "What's going on, Simon? What did you want to talk about?"

Simon seemed to hesitate before he took a seat in an office chair near the desk. Elbows on his knees as he leaned forward enough to rake his hand through his hair, trying to find a place to start. "It started this morning when I came into work. I kept getting system errors, my tasks kept getting jumbled up, like I couldn't really concentrate. So I decided to go through a scan to see if anything was malfunctioning, but everything seemed to be working optimally. I even had a couple of the other nurses give me an exam in case a fresh pair of eyes might find something overlooked. But everything was running smoothly."

Connor frowned a little, it was concerning to hear that not even a man who had studied so hard after the revolution so he could take care of all the injured androids to be unable to repair himself. Connor remained silent, letting Simon continue when he wished. There was always a time to push someone for answers but this wasn't it. Simon was a friend and Connor would be understanding and patient. It wasn't often that Simon would go out of his way to ask for help or advice, so it had to be something serious.

"As the day wore on, I thought the air conditioning broke, so I called a repairman in to fix it. Only to be told it was running properly. So I ran a diagnostics on my internal cooling systems, they were running fine but no amount of fresh air could help me cool down." Connor stilled a little, the first conclusion he wanted to come to was that he remembered that feeling. That intolerable warmth that made him feel like his insides were going to melt. Connor's gaze studied Simon a bit more closely, nose twitching slightly to analyze the air but the room was empty of Simon's smell. As if he wasn't even there.

"I see you've come to the same conclusion I have. It should be impossible though. All androids aside from the RK series are betas right?" Simon broke through Connor's thoughts, having observed Connor's expression well enough. So this is why Simon didn't want Conrad to join him, it would definitely be dangerous to have an alpha around when an omega was in heat. Though since Connor and Conrad were bonded no, the upgraded android should be able to resist another omega's heat. Though Conrad seemed to exhibit more primitive alpha traits than normal modern alphas.

"Since I wasn't getting any errors in my programming I decided to see if there had been any changes recently made. Usually updates are logged, but since Cyberlife supposedly went down, we haven't received any updates. When I found the shifts in my system, uncatalogued, I knew someone had messed with my programming and I don't have the power to change it." Simon pressed onward, looking more and more stressed, Connor understood what he was going through, to unexpectedly be thrust into a new level of deviancy that no one understood. Conrad already knew the one who'd been behind this, the only one left who had access to the Android mainframe. Kamski.

Connor would have to discuss this with Markus soon, if Kamski was planning on changing androids into other dynamics, there would be absolute chaos in android society. It wasn't something they needed when they were still trying to put themselves together. "Did you contact Markus?" Connor figured Markus would be the first person Simon alerted, but then again since Markus was an alpha, that may be a bad idea.

"I did, he said he'd be over soon. I can't tell him what's happening, so that's why I brought you here to pass on the information. You've gone through this as well, correct?" Connor nodded, though he really didn't want to elaborate on how he had handled his heat.

"You should probably go home and stay there until things calm down. Its going to be hard, but I found it easier just to give in to all those desires. As long as you stay indoors, you don't want to do something you might regret." Connor had numerous times thought about contacting Conrad during his heat, to beg the other android to come over just so he could reach some level of satisfaction. He was glad he hadn't, it had been too early and Connor would've never forgiven himself. "Usually omegas produce a strong smell when they're in heat, but I don't smell anything from you."

Simon blinked for a moment before remembering something, straightening up, he pulled down the collar of his scrub, revealing a thick roll of bandages over where his scent gland would be. A smart move. While there were only two alpha androids currently in existence, human alphas would be lured in by the artificial scent as well, so it was better safe than sorry."Would you mind taking it off for a moment? I'd like to see if how omega androids react to another omega in heat." He knew he was asking a lot from Simon, but both understood that it was better to get this information now before this new deviancy spread like wildfire and no way to predict how androids would react.

Simon peeled off the medical tape, careful not to ruin his skin as he peeled it off just enough that he let his scent free into the room. Immediately the smell of the room shifted, Connor couldn't breathe without tasting Simon's scent on his tongue. It made Connor feel a little agitated, not aggressive in a way, but wanting to get away from the smell. It was the typical response for omegas, an instinct that kept them away from each other during this time. Omegas in heat could become territorial and aggressive if they thought someone was intruding into their area or trying to steal their partner away during this stressful time. Connor closed his eyes to concentrate on not bolting out of the room to get some fresh air, it was during that time he heard muffled voices from outside the door.

Outside the room, Conrad had stood in front of the door with his hands clasped behind his back, letting himself go still as he waited for Connor's return, he tried to listen in to the conversation, but the door and walls had been mostly soundproofed to give patients privacy, so all Conrad could hear was muffled noises. As he waited, he heard someone's booted feet walking down the hall, making Conrad's head turn almost mechanically to investigate who would approach and if he should warn off. However, his eyes caught sight of Markus heading his way, making his body tense a little. He didn't really want Markus around Connor, his older android counterpart always seemed quite easygoing with the revolutionary leader. A little too easy going for Conrad's liking.

"Conrad. I didn't expect to see you here." Markus seemed  to be bothered by Conrad's presence, which was a little unusual since Markus always seemed to have a confident but light command about him. It only served to make Conrad restless as well, on edge with the other alpha getting closer. It took more effort than usual not to curl his lip at Markus.

"Connor and I had a bit of a rough time last night and needed some repairing." Conrad responded icily, there was a sharp tone to his voice that was warning Markus away from the idea of Connor. Markus stopped just out of arms reach, his feet slightly spread apart in a bracing stance, a silent posture that meant he was ready for a fight. It was unusual for Markus to be posturing like this. While Conrad was a dangerous, Markus never took him as a threat he couldn't handle even though Conrad had won out through a majority of their fights.

"Simon contacted me and said it was important that I see him." Markus looked pointedly at Conrad who was standing in front of the door that contained Simon and Connor. However, Conrad didn't budge, he wasn't about to let Markus go in there with Connor when Conrad wasn't there to make sure the other alpha knew who Connor belonged to.He would barely tolerate the beta, but he would not tolerate another alpha being near the older android.

"Conrad, I think it would be in both our best interest if you move aside." There was a growl in Markus' tone, a rare sound to hear but Conrad had heard it before during their scuffles. This time it held a more serious note which only served to make Conrad's eyes darken a little, his own growl rumbling from his throat to match Markus' threat. Tension was building in the air and it was only a matter of time before someone snapped. This time Conrad wasn't going to play nicely, he was going to prove that Connor was his and his alone and warn off Markus. However, Markus didn't seem to want to back down or at least ease the tension between them. Instead he fueled it by taking a step forward, intruding on Conrad's space.

Conrad was completely still, his glare frigid and unblinking as they met green/blue eyes that would not yield. Conrad didn't know who moved first, but he found himself and Markus slamming into the ground, the harsh white tile merciless against his shoulder as the two alphas struggled to maintain the dominant position. Markus went to swing a right hook against Conrad's face as the upgraded android had his hands wrapped around the older model's throat, wanting to crush it beneath him palms. When the fist drew close to Conrad's face, he jerked his head to meet the fist with an open maw. Teeth dug into mocha toned skin, denting the plates beneath it as Conrad caught the fist in a brutal bear trap of his jaws. Hot thirium splashed upon his lips and tongue, dribbling down his chin as Markus continued to struggle beneath him, making the wound worse.

What Conrad didn't expect was an outside force slamming into his side, the heel of a dress shoe digging into the tender part between his inner plates. While the hit was strong, it wasn't enough to knock him away from his opponent, he needed to eliminate the other alpha so no one would come between him and Connor. When the hit to his side didn't deter him, the second attacker bit down on the back of his neck without restraint, sharp little teeth tearing through skin and plates into the tender wiring of his body. He took a sharp breath and was suddenly overpowered by the smell of bitterness, a familiar scent laying under it. It alerted him that it was his own omega who'd been attacking him. Surprised and annoyed that his omega would dare try to stop him, he jerked his head to glare at Connor, ripping his neck from those teeth in turn.

However, it was the distraction Markus needed to slam his unabused fist right into the side of Conrad's face with enough force to send Conrad stumbling to the side. Markus was about to go in for another attack when a hand on his arm stopped him, looking over to see Simon had entered the hall, the slight wrinkles in the corners of his eyes hinting of the stress he was experiencing. Conrad pushed himself up onto his feet, not wanting to be on the ground while the other alpha was up, not willing to give even the slightest power to Markus.Connor's LED was blinking red in warning, seemingly more angry than the two alphas but his expression remained soft, deceptively so.

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Warnings: Uhh... it gets pretty hot.

Chapter 20

Warnings: Swearing. Let's just assume there's swearing in every chapter at this point.

After successfully evading Conrad's attempts of intimacy in the workplace, Connor sat down at his desk, a very irritable Conrad following suit. The other android would have to wait as work came before anything relaxing in Connor's mind, which meant he would not be distracted from his current objective and not even Conrad could sway him from that. Connor tapped on the terminal screen, bringing up his contacts before selecting Kamski's number. While he would prefer not to talk to the man in general, this was work and Connor would always get the job done. Conrad remained properly seated beside him, a little closer than usual so he could see the screen as well and possibly he was a little protective over Connor when it came to Kamski. The younger android could sense the anxiety coming from Connor when others could not.

After a couple of rings, the call was answered but by a blonde android he recalled vividly. Chloe, he wasn't sure if it was the same one he'd been forced to hold at gunpoint and then spared, but just her face reminded him of why he didn't like Kamski. He could feel Conrad's steel toned eyes turning to him and Connor quickly steadied himself before he gave his stress away.

"Connor, its a pleasure seeing you again. Kamski will be with you shortly, so I hope you don't mind the wait." Polite and welcome as Connor remembered, making him wonder if she really enjoyed it there or if she was a better liar than Connor was. After all, she had to live with Kamski and his constant need for games and experiments. Whatever Chloe and her counterparts felt remained a mystery as they seemed to have no intention on leaving despite gaining awareness, after all Connor didn't get to see what went on behind the scenes.

"I don't mind at all, he is a busy man." Connor stated politely, implying that he knew that Kamski was always up to something with his sarcastic words. Once again, Hank's fault. Chloe merely smiled and nodded her head before putting the call on hold, leaving Connor with a hold screen, who knew how long it would take as Kamski only operated on his time and everyone else had to revolve around his schedule. This time he appeared to have gotten lucky as it was only a couple of minutes before the video feed popped back up to Kamski sitting in his usual lounge chair by the pool.

"Ah Connor, I'm beginning to think you have a thing for me with how much we've been talking lately." Kamski teased, shifting his gaze onto Conrad, making his taunt obviously directed to Conrad. To Conrad's credit, he remained impassive, giving nothing away as he stared idly at the screen with his LED a solid blue, his cold exterior giving him that dangerous appearance. "So what do I owe the pleasure, Connor?"

"I'm glad you could talk on such a short notice, I know you value your solitude. However, I figure you already know why I'm calling you for, the newly changed omega from last night." Connor replied smoothly, wanting to get straight to the point and not beat around the bush, however, Kamski would never get to the answer directly. Instead he shifted his gaze past Connor, seeing something behind the android, making Connor turn his head.

"I see the force has been treating my little brother well." Kamski spoke up as Connor's gaze landed on Gavin who was staring at the screen in disgust. The detective had been passing by when he heard a familiar voice. From the expression he wore it didn't seem like he was all too happy to see Kamski on the screen.

"Half brother, shithead." Gavin growled out, his entire body tense while Kamski looked like he was having too much fun with Gavin in his sights. It was the first time Connor had heard that Gavin and Kamski were related, then again a lot about Kamski's past was suspiciously missing.

"Don't be so crude, Gavin, after all its been a while since we last talked. How do you like your android co-workers?"Kamski stated casually and yet Connor felt there was something deeper in what he said, what that was eluded Connor. While Connor was innately curious, family matters were not his priority now, Neither were they Gavin's as he simply flipped Kamski off before walking away, done with his older brother. Connor turned back to look at Kamski who seemed entirely too pleased with himself.

"Pardon the interruption, but back to the topic at hand." Connor tried to put the conversation back on the rails again, Kamski didn't reply right away though, leaving Connor's words in the air as he looked contemplative, mulling over his next words.

"Yes, the omega, what an intriguing turn of events that even I hadn't quite predicted." Kamski didn't look remorseful about the loss of life, only more interested in it. That's how it just was with Kamski, Connor was used to it though he didn't really approve of it. There was nothing they could do, Kamski was too smart to let himself get caught in anything that might be deemed illegal. "I can't deny that I am a bit curious to see how this all plays out, but I've decided to let you join in on this test."

"If you have any information on the case, it would be most appreciated if you hand it over." Connor was calm those he felt a bit of impatience in having to dance around Kamski's roundabout ways of speaking. Why couldn't the man just give him a solid answer? Connor already knew why, it was always for his entertainment as if the man was watching a show play out before him.

"I've caught on to an unprecedented recent deviancy recently within Detroit. A late bloomer perhaps? A bit of a coincidence if you ask me, so it may be worth your while to go check it out." Too easy, Kamski was giving him information and yet still being vague about it, making Connor wary of what else Kamski knew. "Wouldn't hurt, after all, you have no other leads since you had to resort to calling me." Connor glanced away in guilt, but he wouldn't feel regret, Kamski was far too dangerous to interact with on a daily basis, already Connor felt like he'd talked to the man enough to take care of an entire year's worth of face time with Kamski.

Amanda had been just as conniving as Kamski, a product of that man and Connor didn't know how deep Kamski's programming went into Amanda, how much he knew about her. That web of deceit and lies was far too intricate for Connor to go over right now, he had to act before another android met the same fate. He definitely couldn't just sit around waiting for another lead, whatever game this was, Connor would play it, but he wouldn't be alone. Not anymore. "Thank you for your cooperation, Kamski, if you'll forward the address to my terminal I will get right on the case."

Kamski's grin was a little too much for Connor to bear and he quickly hung up the call as Kamski waved, he didn't say his farewells, it was rude of him but he couldn't stand looking at the man any longer. Regardless of his lack of manners, his messages chimed as he received the address as promised. He opened the mail as he suddenly felt Conrad's face press against his neck, there was no kissing but a subtle and quick rub of where their scent glands were hidden beneath layers of clothes. It was meant to be a comforting gesture between partners, distracting Connor momentarily and glancing over at Conrad. The other android had returned to his usual upright sitting position, appearing as if he just didn't do an intimate gesture in public.

Shaking his head to clear it, Connor looked back at the address and logged it into his systems, letting his access to the map of Detroit to locate where it was. In the factory district, a typical location for any hideout as most of the buildings were still temporarily abandoned due to the majority of humans leaving the city, not that the factory district had ever been a busy place to begin with. Connor held out his hand, letting Conrad's fingertips press against their own as they transferred information between each other.

"Hank, your plastic dogs are doing that freaky shit again." Gavin shouted out, interrupting the transfer of thoughts and feelings between one another, the connection wasn't strong enough to be overwhelmed by each other, just a dull connection that they could analyze each other's thoughts on what they knew about the case. Conrad shifted his glacial gray eyes onto Gavin, not budging despite Connor jerking his hand away, making the transfer end too abruptly.

"God damn it, what I say about the PDA, Connor." Hank grumbled as he returned from Captain Fowler's office.

"Sorry, Lieutenant, we were comparing notes. We just got off a call with Kamski and he gave us a lead. Its in the factory district, apparently its a recently deviated android staying there." Connor supplied, filling Hank into the situation.

"There are other androids living there as well, its a human ghost town there." Conrad added shortly after Connor spoke, they still needed time to de-sync as they were getting too well acquainted with sharing their thoughts. Hank made a grimace, definitely not getting used to the fact.

"Well, no use sitting around here dealing with dick for brains," Hank jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Gavin who reciprocated in a rude gesture before returning to his work at his desk.

Connor stood up a half a second before Conrad did, making Connor try to be more conscious in not making his movements align with Conrad's so much. "We'll follow you there, I've already logged the address in your GPS in your car, it should take us there directly." Connor didn't need to state the fact he would be riding with Conrad again, the two alphas were just barely tolerating each other's presence, it wouldn't be long until Connor would finally be able to ride with Hank again. Though the idea of putting Conrad in the back seat while Connor rode shotgun was an entertaining thought that likely would never happen.

The ride into the more desolate part of the city took longer than Connor expected, mostly because he was used to Conrad going at top speeds but now they resorted to following Hank's car. While the old alpha was no slack on the gas pedal, he was still a human and still in a bigger, heavier care that wasn't as easily maneuverable as Conrad's bike. As they pulled to a stop in front of a worn down building that was beyond repair, likely schedule to be completely demolished in the future whenever things settled. Connor looked up at the large metal building, a ruin from a time before him, before androids. Connor ran a hand through his hair, fixing it in its perfectly imperfect style.

Seeing how vehicles rarely came out here, it was no doubt that the android inside likely was already aware of their presence. A android's first instinct was to hide and in such a wasteland that would likely be easy to do. Not that it mattered, not when there were two hunters on the scene. Connor walked up to Hank as the seasoned detective got out of his car, examining the building himself. "Since the android likely already knows we're here, they'll hide until we flush him out. So Hank will wait at the front while Conrad and I try to herd them out the front." He knew that idea likely wouldn't work but when hunting androids Hank wasn't the fittest of detectives, so it was best to leave the chasing to the RK units who were built for it.

"Yeah, I got it, just don't get yourself into trouble, the both of you." He gave a glare to Conrad who seemed uncaring about the statement. It was a warning for both of them to behave, with Connor's single minded determination that often got him into trouble and Conrad's knack for brutal violence.

"I'll do my best, lieutenant. Make sure you stay on alert too, I'm sure the androids around here still aren't partial to humans quite yet." Connor frowned, hoping as long as Hank didn't go snooping then the androids that resided around here would leave him be as it was illegal to kill humans, there was a limit to freedom.

As Connor and Conrad approached the front doors, barely hanging on with their rusted hinges, the units paused. Connor glanced over to Conrad who was already staring at him, their LEDs blinking and swirling yellow as they processed the line of thought on how they should approach the situation. After a moment, Conrad frowned and reluctantly nodded before turning to veer off around the side of the building. He would enter from the back, planning to trap the android inside. Connor didn't plan for it to be easy, a newly deviated android was unpredictable and dangerous.

Slowly, Connor raised a hand, pressing against the handle-less door to ease it open, it creaked painfully loud as it swung inwards to reveal a dim warehouse. Windows covered in grim barely let any light in, abandoned stacks of empty crates and decommissioned machined collecting rust and dust were the skeletal remains of an era long past. After observing his surroundings, Connor finally took a step inside, expecting the android to be tucked away hiding. So when a fist came flying out from the left, it caught him by surprise, making him stumble deeper into the warehouse.