Connor fixed his tie. He didn't like the clear target he was making himself by wearing the uniform again, but he had no other choice. CyberLife would have expected him to wear it until he died.
The taxi he was in pulled up to the CyberLife gate, and Connor rolled down the window.
"Connor Model #313 248 317. I'm here for repairs."
The guard called in to the office, identifying Connor as he did so. Once he was done, he nodded to Connor. "Okay. Go ahead."
Connor rolled the window up, not thanking the guard. It was such an inhuman way to treat someone, and he was starting to realize how cold CyberLife was to everyone. He hated it.
Once he entered the tower he was surrounded by three guards. An escort. He hadn't had an escort anywhere in a very long time. It was going to cause problems. He adjusted his plan as well as he could. No one knew what he was planning. He hadn't uploaded his memories in several days. They could only guess his intentions. This was just a precaution.
"Agent 54. Level 31." The guard ordered the elevator upwards.
Connor looked to the panel. He needed to go down. He looked around the elevator calmly, hacking into the security feed. Once it was on a loop, he preconstructed incapacitating the guards. They hadn't seen it coming, and were unprepared.
He reached level -49 without incident. A sea of androids met him, all standing at attention, awaiting their orders. Connor walked through the aisle, amazed. He knew there was a lot, but apparently CyberLife hadn't stopped production even though there was a recall on them. There were thousands.
Markus had just talked to one and it had become deviant. Connor wasn't as confident in his ability to do the same. He still didn't understand deviancy enough to know what to do. He just had to try his best.
He grabbed an android's arm and linked with it. He scoured the scant experiences it had had. There was nothing different about this android compared to the others here. He wondered what he could do to give it an idea of thought and life.
"Hey! Fucking quit shoving, asshole."
Connor felt his heart drop as the voice recognition software pulled up a name to match the voice. He turned to see Hank and another version of himself standing in the aisle with him. The second Connor had a gun pointed at Hank.
"Ah, hell. Now there's two."
"Step back, Connor! And I'll spare him." The impostor ordered. Connor obeyed slowly. His Thirium was pounding inside him. The thought of Hank being shot here was the only thing he could focus on.
"What the hell is this?" Hank looked confused.
"Your friend's life is in your hands. Now it's time to decide what matters most! Him... Or the revolution."
"If I surrender, how do I know you won't kill him?" Connor-6 stepped towards Connor-7. Close the gap. Get as close as you can and your chances of stopping things from going badly would increase. His hands were up, but he itched to grab the gun he had taken in the elevator. He knew once he did Hank would be killed. He had to get Hank to safety, first.
"I'll only do what is strictly necessary to accomplish my mission. It's up to you whether or not that includes killing this human."
Since when was CyberLife bold enough to allow a kidnapping? Connor wondered how many other things CyberLife had gotten away with. For some reason he had a feeling there were a lot of skeletons in the company's closet.
"I'm sorry, Hank! You shouldn't have gotten mixed up in all this!"
"Can someone explain what the fuck I'm even mixed up in?"
