"God fucking damnit". This kid is gonna be the death of me.
"I apologize Lieutenant. There was a 70% chance of success, but I failed to take into account the state of the building when I made my calculations".
Connor is sat propped against what's left of a brick side of what was once an abandoned house. Lieutenant Hank Anderson is kneeling in front of him, one hand hesitantly reaching out but stopping. After a moment of thought, he allows himself to hold Connor's shoulder, perhaps more for his own benefit than the android's. Connor's right arm is resting at his side, the left arm- well, it's somewhere in the wreckage pinned under cement and failed support beams.
"I don't give a shit, Connor! You could have died!"
Connor resists the urge to correct the lieutenant and explain that he would not die, but shut down, as the older man knelt before him continues his flabbergasted rant.
"- 70%, 80%, fuck, I don't care if it's 90%, catching some lowbrow prick like this guy isn't fucking worth it! Surely you knew that even if he did get away, this guy is an idiot when it comes to hiding out! We would've found him again in no time!" Hank's face is red with anger, but his grip on Connor's good shoulder remains gentle. "I ought to strangle you, Connor".
Blue blood drips steadily from the gaping socket that is Connor's left shoulder, and he quickly flicks away the warnings and error messages in his vision. While the bleeding is already slowing from the gush it was moments before, the steadily lowering Thirium levels remain a note of concern.
"I understand, lieutenant. I will try not to let it happen again". Connor's head lolls slightly and Hank rests a hand against the back of Connor's head to help stop the slight sway.
"Talk to me Connor. Aside from the obvious, what do you need?" Hank's voice is considerably softer, all edge gone as he takes in his partner before him.
"Nothing New Jericho won't be able to provide. Although my Thirium Levels are getting a bit low. I believe I have around 20 minutes before forced stasis and 30 minutes before shut down."
"God damnit. Okay, hold on. I gotcha". Hank slips one arm under Connor's legs, the other wraps behind his back. He stands, knees popping in annoyance at the movement.
"I lost my arm, lieutenant, not my legs. I could walk-"
"Fuck that," Hank snips, and begins the short walk to the car. "I'll have to call Markus, let 'im know we're coming and to be ready" he mumbles under his breath.
"Already done". Connor says, LED flashing yellow momentarily before going back to a steady yellow.
"Atta boy".