Memory File: Corrupted

New Team

I met them at a food stand and looked curiously at Hank as he ate the food from the poorly rated stand. Connor had already been speaking to him and I caught the android wink. "That's the second time you've done it and you're freaking me the fuck out kid," Hank reprimanded him. I couldn't help but chuckle. I stopped as a report came in. "We're being called to the broadcasting channel," I stated. "The one that was broken into by the deviants. I'll let you finish you're meal lieutenant," Connor stated. I looked to Hank who seemed perplexed and followed Connor shrugging to Hank. He seems... different. I sat in the back seat of Hank's car as Connor and I sat in silence. I watched Hank return and we took off.

I looked out the window taking in the scenery and noticed Connor glance at me from the center mirror. We walked in and stood in the elevator. I watched curiously as Connor continued his coin tricks. "You're really starting to piss me off with that coin shit," Hank snapped grabbing the quarter. "Lieutenant are you always this aggressive," I asked. Hank began to grumble before we walked out. We were briefed by Chris and informed the FBI were added to the case. I looked to the entrance of the broadcasting room. "There's a camera," I muttered to myself. We walked in and an FBI director spoke with Hank. "The fuck is this," Perkins asked. "My name is Connor. I am the android sent by Cyberlife," Connor stated, but it sounded a bit defensive. I just looked around and started towards the monitors. Agent Perkins then spoke again, "Just don't fuck up my crime scene." "Prick," Hank and I jinxed. Connor and Hank walked to the monitors to join me. They're connected to the entrance camera. "The workers sitting here would have seen the deviants approaching," Connor said standing next to me. "Why did they let them in," I asked. I caught his LED flicker red for a second. Maybe he's more like me. Maybe he's going to become deviant as well. I walked over to the video. It was RA9 I recognized him from the images the deviant shared with me. It's Markus.

Connor watched as the message for peace and equal rights played out. Hank asked what he could find and he only shared the model number. Connor was with holding information. He seemed to be fighting with something internally. I walked over to the other wall. Bullet holes from a handgun. I walked into the kitchen and a deviant attacked me running out. I heard it get shot. "Hank! Connor," I shouted. They ran in and my elbow joint was losing blue blood. It's an artery like in humans. "System shut down in 5 minutes," Connor read. I looked at the wound and Hank helped me up I pulled up my shirt and deskinned it. I pulled out the thirium regulator

Systems compromised
System shutdown in two minutes

I turned off the flow to my left arm where the damage was. I slammed it back in.

System shutdown in three minutes

I tried to detach the arm. "Connor I need you to help me pull this off," I said. He went to work helping me pull off the arm.

System restored.

"How long can you go like that," Hank asked. "Indefinitely, but it does complicate things," I answered and got up with them still holding the detached arm. I looked to the deviant. I could wake it up, and probe its memory, but perhaps I shouldn't. Connor started following the thirium  trail to the roof. I looked to see there was still a parachute left. Hank commented on it. "Unless one of them is still here," Connor said. "It was probably that one downstairs," Hank suggested. "No the build is wrong," I pointed out. I walked over to see two hand guns still holding my damaged arm. It matches with the bullet holes on the wall. Why would they discard their weapons after using it? They don't leave fingerprints or DNA evidence. If it was to protest violence then why use it first? I saw Connor wander off. I walked over with Hank close by. Connor opened a storage container and Hank pulled him to cover as the deviant shot at him. I threw my damaged arm at the deviant and he scrambled to collect his gun. I slid to cover as the deviant and the officers fired at each other.