I stand in the elevator, trying to stand as far away as possible from Connor and Hank, which is a pretty impossible task. I glance down as Connor starts flipping a coin but will myself to look away.

"You're starting to piss me off with that coin, Connor," Hank says. I cross my arms and keep looking forward.

"Sorry, Lieutenant," Connor replies. I look at the console in front of me as the numbers count up by floor. 76...77...78...

"79th floor," the automated voice rings out of the elevator, and the door opens. I step out immediately, glad to be out of that small space where it's impossible to stay more than six inches away from a certain RK-800 android.

"Hi, Hank," Chris says. Hank walks out of the elevator and over to him.

"Shit," he says. "What's going on here? There was a party and nobody told me about it?" Chris chuckles.

"Yeah, it's all over the news, so everybody's butting their nose in. Even the FBI wants a piece of the action."

"Ah, Christ," Hank says. "Now we got the Feds on our back. I knew this was gonna be a shitty day. So what do we got?" Chris leads him down the hall, and I follow, vaguely aware of Connor, walking a few feet behind me.

"A group of four androids," Chris says. "They knew the building, and they were very well organized. I'm still trying to figure out how they got this far without being noticed." He gestures to the desk by the door at the end of the hall. "They attacked two guards in the hallway. They probably thought the androids were coming to do maintenance." Hank looks back at Connor before looking back to Chris. "They got taken down before they could react." Hank leans on the desk before following Chris into a small area just outside the broadcast room. "One of the station employees managed to get away. He's in shock, not sure when we'll be able to talk to him." Hank looks around at the area.

"How many people were working here?" he asks.

"Just two employees and three androids," Chris says. Hank looks from Connor to me and back to Chris. I feel eyes on the back of my head but don't look back at the android behind me. "The deviants took the humans hostage and broadcast their message live. They made their getaway from the roof." I frown.

"The roof?" I ask. Chris nods.

"Yeah, they jumped with parachutes," he says. "We're still trying to figure out where they landed, but the weather's not helping." He stops by the doorway and points inside. "If you want to take a look at the video broadcast by the deviants, it's on that screen over there." He leads us into the room, but we stop at the sight of a man in a grey trench coat standing right where we wanna be.

"Oh Lieutenant," Chris says, "this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI." He turns to Perkins. "Lieutenant Anderson is in charge of investigating for Detroit police. Miss Ortega is helping him with the case." Perkins' face doesn't change, but he looks up at Connor.

"What's that?" he asks. I frown and tilt my head, not liking his tone, however much it makes me sound like a mother of a teenager. I guess that's how Hank acts, though, so it makes sense.

"My name is Connor," Connor says. "I'm the android sent by CyberLife." Perkins chuckles, but it's not a happy-friend laugh. More like laughing at the stupidity of something. Maybe himself.

"Androids investigating androids, huh?" he asks. I stare at him with a straight face.

"Amazing, right?" I ask. "It's almost like humans investigating humans." He simply glances at me before looking at Hank.

"You sure you want an android hanging around?" he asks. "After everything that happened..." I grit my teeth and go to move forward, but Connor holds me back. Perkins smirks. "Whatever, the FBI will take over the investigation, you'll soon be off the case." Hank nods and steps forward, blocking him from me.

"Pleasure meeting you," he says, feigning professionalism. "Have a nice day." We go to walk away, but of course Perkins has to speak up.

"And you watch your step," he says, making us look back at him. "Don't fuck up my crime scene." I smile fakely.

"Sorry," I say. "Not your crime scene yet." He scowls at me and walks away.

"What a fuckin' prick!" Hank exclaims quietly. I nod, and Chris sighs.

"I'll be nearby," he says. "If you need anything, just ask." He walks off, and Hank sighs.

"Uh, let's have a look around," he says. He looks at us. "You two are the big detailers. Let me know if you find anything." I sigh but nod.

"Ok, Lieutenant," Connor says. We walk up to the big screen in the front of the room and play the video, hearing the same words as last night.

"Think that's rA9?" Hank asks.

"Deviants say rA9 will set them free," Connor says. "This android seems to have that objective." Hank looks at him.

"D'you see something?" he asks. Connor nods, not looking away from the screen.

"I identified its model and serial number..." Hank glances at me before looking at Connor.

"Anything else I should know?" Connor looks over at him quickly.

"No." He shakes his head. "Nothing." I frown. What's going on with him? I walk over to the CCTV station and play the footage from yesterday, hearing Connor walk up behind me. The androids on the camera just walked through the door. I frown, and Connor looks back at Chris.

"They didn't break in?" he asks. Chris shakes his head.

"No," he says. "No sign of forced entry." I shake my head, my frown deepening.

"There are cameras in the hallway," I say. "The staff would have seen what was happening. Why did they let them in?" Hank looks over.

"Maybe they didn't check the cameras," he says.

"We stored the station androids in the kitchen," Chris says. "There's no evidence that they were involved but we didn't know what else to do with them." I look up at Connor.

"I'll take the roof," I say. "Androids are probably best to interrogate androids." I don't wait for his answer as I walk toward the stairs to the roof, Hank close behind me.

"Arna," he says. I look back at him, stopping at the base of the stairs. "What the hell was that?" I frown. "Don't give me that look. You've hardly said two words to Connor since we got here, and when you did, it was as pissy and fast as possible." I roll my eyes and start walking up the stairs. "Hey, do I need to remind you that I'm currently the only thing keeping you out of a fucking cell?" I freeze and look back at him.

"Maybe I'm just not in the mood to talk to something that's convinced he can't feel anything," I say, speaking more quietly, "even though he saved my life twice." I don't stay to hear his response and run up the stairs and onto the roof. I walk over to the edge of the building, peering over the edge. I hear someone walk up behind me, breathing heavily.

"I will never understand how you manage to run up stairs so easily," Hank says. "Especially that many." I don't say anything but back away from the edge quickly. Hank looks at me, frowning. "What?" He looks at the edge of the building, then back at me. "You're afraid of heights?" I look at him quickly.

"Everyone's afraid of something, Hank. You never seen It?" He chuckles, and I roll my eyes, walking away. I notice a duffle bag sitting in the middle of the roof and kneel down to look at it.

"They made their way up through the whole building, past all the guards and jumped off the roof with parachutes," he says. "Pretty fucking impressive I'd say." I frown but nod. "How'd they manage to smuggle in a big bag like that?" I shrug.

"Maybe they didn't," I say. "Maybe someone brought it in for them."

"Oh, that's strange." He points to the bag. "They planned a perfect operation but got the number of parachutes wrong." I look up at him and frown, noticing something on the wall behind him.

"Unless one of the deviants was left behind." I stand up, making my way over. I touch the discolored spot and rub my fingers together, the blue liquid staining my fingertips.

"Blue blood?" he asks. I nod and look down at the ground.

"I may not be Connor," I say, "but I know how to track someone." He nods.

"Okay," he says. "You find it, let me know. I'm gonna see if we missed anything." I nod, and he walks off. I follow the trail of thirium, and it leads me to the door of a large metal crate. I frown and look around. I spot Hank, looking the other way, and kick some snow over the blue blood trail, making it look like it cuts off a few meters from the crate. I walk back over to Hank, sighing and brushing the hair out of my face.

"Anything?" he asks. I shake my head.

"No," I say. "Trail cuts off over there. Must've covered the wound with something, kept it from bleeding anymore. With this weather, it's impossible to tell where he went. Any sign of footprints is gone." He sighs and nods.

"Damn." I nod.

"I'm gonna go see if Connor had any more luck than we did." He nods, and I walk back down the stairs, finally breathing again. When I reach the kitchen, Connor is on the floor, crawling toward his thirium pump regulator on the other side of the room. My eyes widen.

"Oh my god, Connor!" I exclaim. I run over and grab the biocomponent, quickly running to him and pulling him up so he's leaning against the table. I hurriedly put the piece back into his chest, and he sighs. "Are you okay?"

Software Instability^

He nods, looking up at me, but it's short-lived.

"The deviant," he says. "It's here." We jump up and run out of the room, making it to the hall outside the broadcast room before we see him. "It's a deviant! STOP IT!" The android at the end of the hall looks back and grabs the gun off of a cop close to him. As he goes to shoot, Connor takes the gun from a cop next to us and shoots the deviant in the chest. The android falls to his knees, and Hank walks over to us.

"Nice shot, Connor," he says. Connor frowns.

"I wanted it alive." I look up at him.

"You saved...human lives," I say. Hank nods.

"You saved my life." Connor looks between us and nods. I smile slightly and think to myself one thing.

Fuck.