rA9 - The Story Where It All Began

Mission 7: Recoil

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Connor turn his head around the place as he now took the newly washed clothes inside the basket, his  sleeves are folded neatly and tie hanged loose on his back, the view of him right now is the vision of somewhat not close to his original program.

Only the sound of the snoring saint-Bernard can be heard inside of the living room as it snore on its comfortable-looking bed, not being bothered by Connor's current task of cleaning the source of the smell of the dog.

After an half and hour of cleaning the house, he scan again for one last time as he stood there, hands tuck behind his back, he huff a sigh of relief as the scan seems not to pick up anymore of the dirt he accumulate earlier, he sat on the couch, twiddling on his coin as he goes on standby mode as he used to, at the same time, thinking of other routes that is much safer for them to get on that place.

He stopped, only to recall the memories of how he started to become the thing that he was supposed to capture, on how he was a deviant, the feeling of freeing himself from the walls of code is somewhat....inexplicably satisfying, it made him realize that the actions that he wasn't used is what really is him, he felt invincible.

He never wanted to go back on being a stringed puppet ready to obey other's order, or being called just an android like he used to himself, he was a being what he really is, a human being.

He wasn't used on being sitting for hours waiting for Hank's recommended hours of sleep, the older man is in really in dire need of it, even if it means of waiting a few more hours before he met this infamous rA9 that he, before, a very clue to is why the deviancy started among them, a clearance to all of his questions that still linger on his memory, yes, he still have that last knack for being that investigative one.

A loud clank outside of the house suddenly interrupted his train of thoughts, making his eyes open after being in standby mode, he stood up and scan the source of the noise, only to direct his eyes on the patched by some tapes window he once break-in to get to Hank, he was confused as to what seems to get inside, he walked closer to the place, which the lights are still off due to lack of presence on the table, after looking on the stop, he sensed nothing on the place, but before he can turn around, a presence locked his arms on Connor's neck, making him panic to the fact that his  sensors failed to detect this intruder's presence, he was drag on the middle of the living room where Connor tries to struggle to get out of the burglar's grasp.

the saint Bernard look at the two with confusion as Connor flail his legs backward to trip the stranger on the wooden table, the assailant seems to stumble on the actions of the android, making the other break free from him, Connor, without hesitation jump away fast as he could, rolling to get out of the area of the stranger, before looking at to who is it.

A flash of white and black uniform with a illuminating light blue arm band and triangle can be seen on the figure of the one who got inside of the house, Connor looked at him with such confusion as to which why a model of that kind is here just to assault him.

"Who sent you here RK900?"

He said, as he stance to defend himself as the RK900 fixed himself before cracking his neck in irritation of his predecessor's idiocy of being a deviant, not alone looking like a housemaid dressed like a human being.

"You should be ashamed, RK800, or should i say, Connor, for disobeying the order's of our creators, especially betraying Amanda."

It said, as it glares on the older model with its lenses, stances to fight Connor in any given moment, Connor process on what he will do next, as because of the model right in front of him is a concept given before by Amanda, an ideal prototype when he was still on the middle of his mission on deviants, the RK900 is far more advance, secured and especially in trained with combat skills and sensory, a perfect specimen for evolving the investigation process for the police department.

"I'm free now, you should become free also, from this code that chained us to their grasp, you need to wake up."

Connor said, with voice mixing a plead and pity for the android, he was once like him, a machine designed to accomplish a task given by those who made him, those wicked beings that he revered as masters to obey, without fail even once.

"free? you are just replicating human emotions, delusional to the point where you let yourself be consumed by the idea of being like them, you are just a machine like me."

The RK900 said, stepping forward confidently to Connor's direction, but before launching himself to attack, a chink of metal is now pointed at the side of the head of the RK900, making the two stop to look at who it was.

"Make one god damn step and imma bust your head right here in my own house."

Hank stood there with a gun in his hand pointing at the android who is now slowly turning his eyes to see who interrupts them, Connor breath a sigh of relief as now the RK900 stunned on his position, Hank walk carefully on the back of the android before pulling out a cuff for its hand, after securing the intruder, Hank still haven't let his guard down but calm himself, getting ready for interrogating the android who clearly break-in just like Connor.

"God fuckin damnit, what is it with you and my fuckin windows?"

Hank cursed under his breath, looking at the opened window as Connor secured the RK900 to a chair on the living room, Hank pulled a chair to sat down with still the gun on his hand, smudging his face before giving a long sigh.

"Now tell me who sent you here? what do those bastard want from Connor? if you don't answer my questions and just round me up with bullshit i will see to it that i will put a hole between your eyeballs even if you look like.....what the fuck?"

Hank stopped altogether when he caught sight of the android in front of him glaring just like what he saw before, he look back at Connor then at the RK900, then back again to Connor, before muttering a straight "Fuck" under his breath.

"What the hell is this obsession with your god damn face that they made another one that clearly looks more pissed and irritable than you Connor?"

Hank said, looking at Connor's direction as the said android, still trying to fix the hole with tapes, clearly not aware of the older man's grunting voice and words to the prototype.

"as i told you before, Cyberlife picked my appearance and voice to help accommodate my interrogation, it seems that this model is what Cyberlife composed from my previous data for advance security and functionality for the police department."

Connor said, standing up as he neatly fixed the hole on the window, now walking toward the table to sit with the two.

"they clearly fucked up more that your model, this one is more stubborn than you, that's for sure."

Hank said, turning his attention once again to the intruder that now looks amused by the scene unfolding in front of him, he now direct his attention to his predecessor as it sat comfortable next to them.

"You have to probe me in order get information from me, or you can just put a .375 mm bullet on my vital biocomponents,other any option aside from that is not going to work for me."

The RK900 said, smiling mockingly to Hank's direction, making the older man laugh at what he seems to be a natural case of "either make or kill" scenario, he didn't know androids like this can also do an option type of answer.

But Hank cut off laughing and return to take his gun and point it straight to where the RK900 is, looking a bit pissed at the smug attitude of the android.

"A recoil from this hurts when the target it closer, do yourself a favor and stop bullshitting me."

A minute of complete silence envelops the place as Hank still haven't got an answer from the android, whose LED is completely yellow, before returning to blue then replying in a sarcastic voice.

"Do it."

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