Accident Prone - Becoming Human

The Burglar

It was a rainy, dreary and very cold day in Detroit. Connor had just let Sumo back inside the house through the backdoor but kept the rain soaked dog confined to the bathroom until his fur dried off. It was Connor's second and final day of his suspension from the precinct, and he found himself alone in the house and laying on his bed with his emerald green guitar in his hands. As he strummed absentmindedly along the strings in a rhythmic pattern the deviant couldn't help but think of the event from the day before - how he struck Gavin, how Captain Fowler was surprisingly lenient and how Hank promised to keep any debilitating marks from getting added to his record.

After everything Hank had done after losing his only son in a car accident the odds of him having any sway with the higher-ups or even Captain Fowler seemed to be frighteningly low. Keeping his trust in his closest friend and remaining patient Connor just stayed in the house and kept himself busy as he waited for Hank's return.

"I should do something nice for Hank as a 'thank you', and I need to apologize to Gavin despite him provoking the incident in the bullpen. It'd be unprofessional to not address the situation properly."

The sound of glass suddenly breaking in the kitchen caught the deviant's ear as Sumo let out an aggressive bark from behind the closed bathroom door. Heavy 'thumping' sounded off within from the kitchen as something, or someone, began rushing about the house.

"What was that?"

Connor asked himself aloud as his L.E.D. flashed from a content blue to an alert yellow. Setting aside his guitar Connor rose from his bed and walked through his opened bedroom door and down the hallway to investigate the noise. Peering around the corner at the end of the hallway Connor eyed a burglar wearing a black hoodie pulled up over his head as he began rummaging through the bookshelves and the stack of vinyl records in the livingroom.

The burglar was almost entirely concealed under his hoodie. There was a dark blue bandana over his face hiding all of his facial features, except his dark blue eyes, and a few strands of dark blonde hair hung loose from under the hoodie over his forehead as well. With leather gloves over his hands covering his fingerprints the burglar was attempting to steal valuable records from Hank's collection in the livingroom.

The burglar completely aware of Connor's presence.

"Hey!" Connor shouted loud enough to startle the burglar who turned around quickly and aimed a gun directly at Connor's chest. Connor's L.E.D. blinked yellow rapidly as he cybernetically alerted Hank to the break-in via text message and requested assistance. "I work for the Detroit Police Department. Back-up is already on its way, I suggest you surrender now."

"What the fuck!?" The burglar swore as he tried to edge his way from around the stereo system and back into the kitchen. The burglar's voice was relatively deep and that of a man in his late twenties. "Rick didn't say nothing about no goddamn android!"

"Don't move." Again Connor commanded the burglar as he tried to apprehend the thief as peacefully as possible. His own gun was still in his bedroom and secured in the drawer of the table beside his bed, far out of reach. "I don't-"

"Fuck you!" The burglar suddenly and fearfully fired a shot that grazed over Connor's left shoulder causing the deviant to wince in pain. Connor held his ground and didn't back off. "I'll fuck you up, man!"

Thirium began to leak from the fresh wound at the top of Connor's shoulder as the wounded deviant resisted the urge to place his hand protectively over the injury as he continued to directly confront the burglar. With his yellow L.E.D. now flickering red a warning popped up in Connor's visual processors to warn him of the damage that he was very aware he had just sustained.