When the UN grants refugee status to Androids involved within the Detroit Crisis, Connor is sent to London to carry out his court case against CyberLife. Things seem to be looking up for the android, but when his lawyer is suddenly replaced, Connor is thrown into a world of smoke and mirrors. WWIII is about to happen, and the secret world of espionage is keeping a close eye on the RK800. -------------------------- Connor held the watch in his hands. Cold - black steel with an opalescent finish - and it ticked with the same precision as his own internal chronometer. This was his. This watch was the physical embodiment of who he had become. It took him a while to snap out of his reverie, and Connor looked up to give the man before him a small smile. "Thank you," he said, voice steady but sure. The Chief returned Connor's smile with a weathered version of his own. "Congratulations, Connor. Welcome to the Sanctum Secret Service."