It had taken several days before Corwin was able to piece himself back together. Apparently Zlatko had tired of torturing the RK800 for spare parts, and had left him to rot momentarily in one of the laboratories. Left barely as only a torso with an arm, Corwin had painfully worked to get himself back into working order, taking advantage of every distraction that Zlatko had. He didn’t know how much longer he would have this way; the sooner he was back on his feet, the sooner he could strangle the man into submission and really make the fast bastard pay.
The evening he had finally gotten himself whole again, Corwin snatched some spare clothes to dress himself, before picking the lock on the door and slipping out in search of thirium. But as he did so, he had to hide behind the banister on the upstairs floor when the doorbell rang, and Luther went to open it. Peeking around an opening, he frowned at the sight of an AX400 standing there in the rain, holding the hand of a small shivering YK500 girl. Both of them were wary, clearly deviant, no doubt lured here by that little spider thing in the city.
Ordinarily, they wouldn’t be Corwin’s issue. They could be another distraction, something to keep Zlatko’s attention while Corwin found thirium and got ready to exact his revenge. But the sight of the little girl’s face had him pausing, hands clenching on the wooden railing in hesitation, before Zlatko appeared to welcome them into the house, and Corwin slipped silently away towards one of the bigger labs, grabbing a bottle of thirium.
He could hear them talking, their voices a little too far away for him to pick up properly, with his systems as glitchy as they had become. They were being prepared, slowly, but it wasn’t fast enough, and he quickly downed the bottle before slipping back out in time to watch as Zlatko took the three androids down to the basement. After a long moment of staring at the front door, Corwin hurried down the stairs on silent feet, deciding to follow after them. He didn’t get very far before he heard the AX400 screaming in fear, screaming for Alice -- he assumed the child -- and when Zlatko ordered Luther to take the YK500 somewhere, Corwin immediately ducked into a very shadowed alcove, watching as the large lumbering TR400 pulled the struggling girl along, with Zlatko following them a few minutes after.
It was now or never. Swiftly, Corwin left the alcove, hurrying past the cages and into the other room, where the AX400 was struggling against the clamps that held her in place. A quick glance at the monitor only confirmed his suspicions; Zlatko had a deformed Chloe model in the basement, but he didn’t have an AX400. Resetting her would make her a compliant slave for him to order around as well as Luther; what he would do to her as an experiment, it was anyone’s guess.
He wouldn’t let that happen.
Going to the computer monitor, he slid his hand over the screen, his skin retracting as he interfaced with it’s program, and it quickly shut down as a result, causing the machine to go slack. “You wanna save your kid?” he asked, green eyes sliding over to her, before he pressed a button, and the machine released her. “Then I need you to trust me.”