It, indeed, had not been a good night for the android. First, the case at the Eden Club... he had failed his mission. The deviants had escaped. Connor had his chance to stop them, to shoot them... yet he didn’t — no, COULDN’T pull the trigger, though he didn’t know why. He had hesitated, and that had cost him, and the investigation, dearly. And now, this. A confrontation with Hank that had left the RK800 with a bullet in his shoulder, alone in the cold. He was only thankful that the Lieutenant hadn’t shot him in the head, as he seemed intended to do... Connor wasn’t certain why but... something had changed in him. The concept of dying... scared him.
The android had sat where he had fallen — the force of the gunshot from such close range had caused him to stumble backwards and collide with the metal fence that lined the riverside. The bullet had ripped through his shoulder and, although not a severe injury, it had severed many major components that aided in movement, resulting in the arm hanging limply by his side, thirium leaking out of the wound. Reliving the last few hours, analysing his action, Connor tried to determine what he had done wrong.
It was the stranger approaching him that caused the android to blink back into reality. His head tilted to the side slightly, LED flickering briefly, as dark brown optical units scanned over the man knelt by him.
ANDRONIKOV, ZLATKO
Born: 21/09/2010 // unemployed — former affiliation with CyberLife
Criminal record: embezzlement and fraud
❝ I do appreciate the offer, Mr Andronikov. But, you are no longer affiliated with CyberLife and therefore not qualified to make such adjustments to androids.❞ Connor responded, in a very matter-of-fact manner. He moved as if to stand up, holding onto the railing with his working arm for support. ❝ I will make my way to the nearest CyberLife store for repairs.❞
@deviant-collector // cont.