SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

twenty-four ━ to understand

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It all happened too fast. Everything, from the moment she saw him, the second she looked down the barrel of his gun, to the instant in which someone tackled him to the side and she saw the bullet getting fired her way, had happened too fast for Mia to have a single chance at a reaction.

Before she knew it, she was on the floor, sight of the ceiling blurred and a deaf pain blending her senses together in some slush she could barely understand.

He shot me, Mia's mind conjured back the conclusion, only for the shock to awaken a much better one instead, worded under the sign of inquiry — How am I still alive?

She knew Connor's code inside out and therefore could not shrug off the fact that it had no parameter in it which would allow him to miss his shot once he locks in the target.

The interruption, her memory chimed in with that fraction of a second before she had blacked out in contact with too much sudden pain. Someone disrupted him. Who?

With her curiosity hardly being kept in check by her half-asleep senses, Mia forced mobility back to her body and lifted her head from the ground to look back towards the doorless frame in the wall leading to the scaffolding kept deposit. Her head disapproved with this sudden movement and her body was quickly being washed by pulses of fresh ache in the fade of the numbness, but before she could let any of that bother her, Mia squinted ahead confused at how exactly she had managed to see double.

Pain, she justified to herself. I hit my head too. I'm probably delirious right now.

But despite that reasonable explanation her mind had given her, she couldn't help but stare as there were two identical RK800's stumbling backwards on the scaffolding, tackling each other first to the railing to the left, then the one on the right.

The thought that one of them had saved her had quickly turned into a reignited hope that one of them was actually her Connor, who still remembered who she was and what they have been through. That was hope that she otherwise had to quickly extinguish. This can't be real, she shook her head and closed her eyes to stop the vertigo that had made her feel the world spin without herself, a highly nauseating sensation that shouldn't be allowed to mix in with the growing pulses of agony she couldn't pinpoint yet to one single place on her body.

On the spot, she recalled entire regulation documents stating that no two models of the same series would be allowed to be activated at the same time during the testing period of the RK800 prototype. I have to be imagining this, her mind turned less appreciative of any belief that would point her towards any other conclusion.

Not managing to make any sense of her situation and not quite ready yet to look down at herself to identify where she had been shot, Mia opened her eyes again only to immediately study her surroundings and discover, through a squint the discarded gun the RK800 had used to. She found she would much rather prefer holding the gun herself, so though her body begged her for stillness, she gritted her teeth and raised first on her hands and knees. Finding her limps awfully uncooperative, Mia resorted to dropping back down and crawling forward to the gun dropped near the door.

She tried to ignore the grunts and dull noises of plastic hitting against plastic, sounds that were coming off muffled over a music her affected hearing had already diluted down to pulses of bass, but she couldn't quite help herself from looking up every once in a while in hopes that she'd start seeing normally again. No way would CyberLife activate another RK800 to take out both me and Connor, she tried to think of more reasonable ways to dismiss what she believed to be an illusion. If Connor remembered me when he got to a new body, he wouldn't have taken so many days in coming back.