What should have been a quiet day at the police station soon turned into a flurry of activity.

For the past three months Gavin had been working a case against Marco Beznitch, one of the major drug lords in the city. One of his former contacts broke under Gavin's interrogation and told him about a big exchange happening tonight. Fowler pulled every available police officer from non-essential duty to assist with the police operation. For Hank and Connor, what should have been a day of normal paperwork turned into a scramble to get their equipment.

"This is big, kid," Hank said, handing over a Kevlar vest. "We've been trying to peg this guy for years. The mayor might even give Gavin the key to the city. As if his head wasn't big enough."

Connor took a gun from the weapons rack. He wasn't fond of using the gun or the vest. Fortunately in the past three years he had only needed to use them a handful of times. "Since you outrank Gavin, will you be leading the operation?"

"Gavin's been working pretty hard at this for a while. The protocol in this is to usually let him lead," Hank explained as they entered the ghost car. "But, hell, it's Gavin. The moment he flies off the handle we'll step in. Discreetly. Got it?"

"Got it, Lieutenant."

Fifteen minutes later they arrived near the location of the sting operation, a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Four SWAT members were with Gavin, who scowled at Hank.

"No crazy androids tonight? Just my luck," he said.

"Save it. You're going to need all the help you can get," Hank said as another car pulled up with Chris and a few more cops. "Besides, this will go a lot easier with Connor. What do you see?"

Connor scanned the area. "Eight humans in the warehouse, heavily armed. And one android."

Gavin frowned. "RJ said nothing about a fucking android! What type of android?"

His range was limited, but… "AX400 model. A cleaning droid. It should not pose a significant threat."

"Any signs of bombs or traps?" Hank asked.

"Negative. They do not appear to be expecting us."

Gavin pointed at the two. "Follow my lead and stay out of my way. This guy is mine."

"Lead on, princess," Hank muttered.

They reached the back entrance while the SWAT team took the front. Gavin quietly counted down, and they breached the door. One group was exchanging a very large briefcase to the AX400 model.

"Detroit police! Hands in the air!" Gavin shouted.

The criminals scowled and reached for their guns. Gavin shot Marco in the shoulder. The man to Marco's right shot a SWAT team member in the vest. Hank responded by shooting him in the leg.

From his position Connor watched as the AX400 model swore and raised his gun. Connor shot him in the shoulder, crippling him. Within seconds the rest of the criminals either surrendered or were bleeding from non-fatal wounds.

"You all right?" Hank asked the SWAT team member, who nodded.

"Yeah, the vest caught it," he replied.

"Marco, Marco, Marco!" Gavin said triumphantly as he pulled out his handcuffs and turned him around. "Is that any way to greet the Detroit Police?"

Gavin continued gloating, but Connor ignored him as he stepped forwards. It was the AX400 which drew his attention. He approached the bleeding android.

SCANNING….

ID CONFIRMED

AX400 SERIAL NUMBER 3874842-82

DESIGNATION: PETER SERIES

DEVIANCY: NEGATIVE

REJECTED DEVIANCY: 1/6/2039

"Hey Connor. Toss over that briefcase," Gavin ordered. After scanning it to make sure it wasn't a threat, Connor did so.

Gavin opened it up. "Well look at that. Red ice. I'd say about twenty grand worth. This is going to put you away for a long time, Marco."

Connor looked down at the android in puzzlement. "You're not a deviant. Why are you helping criminals? Did they order you to?"

"No," the AX400 smiled. "I did it for her. She is…beautiful."

Then, the AX400 grabbed his gun and moved it to his head. As fast as Connor moved, the AX400 was faster as he shot himself.

Everyone jumped at the unexpected noise. "Shit!" Gavin snapped angrily. "What the fuck, Connor?"

Hank asked, a lot more gently. "Why didn't you stop him?"

Connor hesitated before replying. "Hank, I could have only stopped him in time if I anticipated a high enough stress level. Machines and deviants only self-destruct when they are stressed." He looked at Hank, quietly disturbed.

"But he wasn't stressed, Hank. Not at all. He died…happy."

TBC.