Memory File: Corrupted

Dead Again

The door opened and the guards froze seeing me hold Micheal hostage with the other three board members dead. The alarm system went off. I shot the three guards using Micheal as a human shield and grabbed one of their guns. I slung dragged Micheal through the hall after shooting his other arm. I held his head up to the eye scanner and walked into his personal office. "Connor please. Stop," he begged. I downloaded all of their files. He crawled this way and I could see he aimed to rip out the thirium regulator. I lifted him and slammed his head into the desk knocking him out. I cuffed him to the desk along the opposite wall and displayed all the information on the screen before walking out. 

John's P.O.V.:

The monitors just looped. This was insane. Connor fucking lost it. This can't be real. I looked down at the gun. He just took the mother fucker's eye. I looked to see two guards coming this way. Shit. I hid in the closet opposite from the bodies and the two guards walked in. Alessa? "Weren't there supposed to be two human guards here," she asked an android with my face. "Yeah. Go check on the board room. It might be that RK 800 or the LE 700's old partner," the thing with my face and voice directed. Not Alessa. "Copy," she said. She walked out and I could see the monitor from here. The android me was looking at the screens. Shit. Shit. Shit. He saw the frozen one and played it. There were three bodies in the board room. Connor was holding Michel up by the back of his neck holding a gun to his head. Fuck Connor. I could see the android send a message out. I ran out and smashed his face into the control panel frying his face as it made contact with the open live wires. I took the gun and shot the back of its head. I slammed the alarm system to let Connor know trouble was coming. I adjusted my hat and rushed out to the fire escape. I ran down the steps and changed as I made it to my car I left by the train station nearby. I picked up on the radio. 

"This Detective Raef, over," I answered hearing Fowler's voice. "We have a disturbance at CyberLife tower. Get there asap," Fowler said. "I'm by the train station heading over now. Out," I answered and took off in my car. I saw other police officers and Hank pulled in with Maria. "Please don't let it be Connor," Hank pleaded. I pulled my badge out from under my hoodie and drew my gun. "I guess we'll have to find out," I said solemnly as we walked o the front door. The building had an ominous red glow. The alarm lights flashed silent now. Gun shots echoed from the building. "It's coming from upstairs! Hank, John, and I will start high. Stay here to catch any runners," Maria ordered the officers. They nodded and we took off. Hank was getting winded and stopped at the security level to catch his breath. "You okay," I asked. "Yeah I'll meet you go," Hank ordered. "John I hear gunshots," Maria said a few floors above. "Come on," I said lifting Han and Half carried him up the rest of the stairs. "I need to do more cardio," Hank noted. We got up to Maria and she opened the door taking lead. 

"Be careful," I warned looking around. "Holy shit," Maria muttered. I looked to see the open door. There were three bodies in the door way with three inside. Maria radioed it in as I saw something move. "FREEZE," I shouted whipping around. Connor was fighting off another Connor and an Alessa. He shot both. "Connor," Hank said disappointed. "I'm sorry Hank," Connor apologized. "Put the gun down," Maria shouted. Connor just looked to the RK 900 Alessa. "She can't be fixed," he said with tears in his eyes. "Connor just put the gun down and come with us," I eased. "Take care of Hank," Connor said to me. "Connor stop just put the gun down and get on your fucking knees," Hank snapped. Connor ran into and open room and we all took off only to see him crash through a window. "FUCK," Hank shouted. We rushed over and looked below to see nothing but darkness and snow. Maria went to investigate and called out, "Guys!" We walked over and I stayed near Hank. He was hanging on by a thread. We looked to see all the records and files. A flash drive was in the system. There was a video. Maria played it and we heard Connor's voice. They confessed. We looked as there was a sound in the corner. Micheal Dawkins was cuffed to a desk with a bullet wound in either arm. "Help me. Please you have to help me," he begged.