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Chapter 7: Waiting For Hank

The station is understandably in chaos when Connor arrives later that morning.

He absentmindedly passes his quarter from hand to hand, surveying the amount of cops investigating the street outside the precinct to no avail. The repetitive clinking of the coin hitting against the plastic underneath his skin draws the eyes of a couple of people as he enters the building, though thankfully, a quick glance at the LED on his head, or the CyberLife-issued jacket, has their eyes turning away again fairly quickly. That was a relief, eyes turning away from him meant that no one suspected him of being the one to set Owen free.

Once he gets though reception, which is decently crowded due to the sudden lack of receptionists – the ST300s were probably taken away to be analysed. Of course, nothing would be found, but Connor felt bad for them all the same, they hadn't done anything wrong – he moves to soon-to-be his desk. Just like in his last timeline, the lieutenant hasn't arrived yet, though Connor is mildly surprised that Fowler hasn't called the man in considering what had taken place this morning. As much as Connor would like to just ignore everyone and just simply wait for the lieutenant to arrive, he should probably start acting like he needs to know what is going on. It might be a little suspicious of him to just not do or say anything about this whole situation after all. Pocketing his coin, Connor moves away from the lieutenant's desk and towards where a trio of police officers are talking, their stress levels decently high, but not high enough to be off-putting. Connor had missed his ability to read stress levels, it was so useful.

"What is happening?"

The three humans all snap their eyes to him, clearly shocked that an android had even bothered addressing them, and with a question no less! Connor stops his lips from quirking up just at the last second, it's hard though, he's kind of amused.

"Uh, one of the androids escaped last night. A HK400, apparently it got out and now we can't tell where it went, how it got out, or anything."

Connor scans the face of the woman that had answered him. Detective Mariah Reynolds, 43 years old, working on the force for 21 years, shown by how her brown hair was beginning to go grey in some places. What is most surprising however, is that her equally brown eyes hold no disgust or malice when talking to Connor; sure they aren't particularly warm or inviting, but they're neutral, and that's much better than most other people seem to get to. For example, the two male police officers next to her, who are clearly trying their absolute best to ignore Connor's presence. In return, Connor also ignores them, and instead focuses on Detective Reynolds, since she seems to be the only one willing to give him more information.

"Was the security footage not checked?"

She shakes her head. "It was. But apparently it managed to hack all the cameras or something, there's no trace of anything on 'em, and nothing on the memory drives of any of our station androids either."

"I see" Connor says slowly, keeping his face professionally neutral. "Well, if-"

"Hey asshole!"

Connor startles a little at the sudden shout, and almost punches Detective Reed out of sheer instinct alone when he's suddenly and very harshly grabbed by the front of his CyberLife jacket.

"Hello Detective Reed" Connor ventures carefully, measured. Struggling to remind himself that to the police here he was merely a machine, not a deviant or person capable of thought and emotion. A machine, and he would be expected to behave as such. "It's good to see you again."

"Shut the fuck up!" Not in the mood for pleasantries then. "I know you had something to do with that fucking android getting out! Admit it!"

"Detective Reed. Your stress levels are 68% and climbing, I would suggest you calm down and stop letting your hatred of me affect your judgement."