Reckless, yet loveable

Hank and Connor made their way in through the front door, pausing at the base of the stairs.

Connor turned around and lifted his head, locking eyes with his partner.

"We don't know where the suspect is, I'll check upstairs and you sweep downstairs. That way he won't have an opening to escape."

Hank nodded slightly in agreement.

"Sure. Just be careful, don't go getting yourself hurt or damaged or whatever you wanna call it."

A smug expression spread across the android's face, confident in his abilities. He winks, making his point clear and turns on his heel heading up the battered steps.

Gun in hand, he scans the first floor.
Three rooms; one bathroom, two bedrooms. One window; smashed from the inside at the end of the hall and boarded up messily. He makes note of the dull atmosphere, wallpaper and paint crumbling off each wall, connoting inhabitance for at least a six months. Based on the water damage on the ceilings, he expects poor waterproofing in the bathroom. He also notes the uneven flooring; infestation, insects or possibly rodents.

Scan complete, Connor cautiously walk towards the first room as quiet as he's able to. He presses his auditory processor close to the gap between the door and the frame, listening for any sign of life inside.

Silence, he pushes the door open slowly, scans the room for evidence but quickly keeps moving as nothing of interest is found.

The bathroom is next, small patches of water near the entrance due to the previously noted water damage dripping from the ceiling. The same procedure as the last room being played out as he listens closely. Again, nothing is heard so he enters, steadily taking in the rust coating the shower head and dust from the chipping wall paint mixing with the dripping water, creating cement-like patches across the tiles.

He momentarily looks into the mirror, adjusting his tie that was slightly askew.

He leaves the bathroom and heads for the remaining bedroom at the end of the hall, deciding that there is a low probability that the suspect is up here with him determined by the previous rooms. But remains focussed, again pressing close to the door to hear any notifying sounds.

Still nothing. However as Connor begins to push the door open, he hears Hank's voice calling from downstairs.

"I'm all done down here, Connor! I'm gunna hang around out front, let me know if you find anything!"

Connor's mouth opens to reply but some sort of object is forcefully holding his mouth shut. He tries to turn around but quickly realises he is being pinned against the form of another. An arm constricting around his middle, hand squeezing Connor's wrist making him drop his gun, and a clammy hand gripping his face to stop him from speaking.

"Say a word and I'll rip your fucking thirium pump out your damn plastic chest."

His stress levels pick up to 40%. The suspect barked in Connor's ear. He tries to struggle but is swiftly held still, fingers digging into his wrist firmly as a warning.

The figure reaches for his own pocket and pulls out a thin length of rope, taking both of Connor's arms and twisting them behind his back pushing him into the wall. His hands are restrained and he's shoved to the floor, landing on his back, LED spinning amber. His collar yanked and his ear being forced close to the guy's mouth as he speaks.

"You think you're so fucking smart, so much fucking better than humans. I'll teach you what it means to feel human. How much this fucking world hurts guys like me."

More rope is retrieved from his pocket and Connor's being pulled up by the same collar and dropped into a chair. Legs now being restrained to the legs of the chair.