They get out of the car. Immediately, Connor's processors are assaulted by the constant chatter of passer-Byers.

"The shop's over here. We'll talk to the witness, see where the suspects-"

"I'm going to look over there," Connor pointed off into the distance.

"Why?" Hank's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms.

"In my database, I have access to all security camera footage. That being said, I can retrace their steps. Catch up with them," the android explained.

"Than why are we bothering with a witness. I'll help you." Hank started off; ready to find deviants.

Grabbing his arm, Connor said, "No." The word hung heavy in the air.

"No?" He yanked his arm out of the android's grasp.

"No," he repeated. "The deviants are more likely to self-destruct in the presence of a human." That was a lie, he thought. At worse, the deviant's stress level would rise exponentially. "Besides the security footage can only provide so many details. The witness can fill in any missing technicalities."

"Alright," Hank gave a long-suffering sigh. "But I want you back here in ten minutes."

"Okay, I'll see you soon." Connor turned away. Before he got any further, Hank tugged on his arm. "Is everything alright?"

"Be careful," The older man dropped his arm to his side.

"You too," the android said out of reflex. Pausing, he exchanged a look with the older man. "I mean." Connor fixed his tie.

"I get it. Ten minutes, remember. I'll be pissed if I have to go looking for you," Connor ran off; intended on helping Kara and Alice.

Carefully, he slunk under the fence. A billion different scenarios played in his head. Only a few ended favorably.

He stood outside the door. For a moment, he thinks about turning back and telling Hank they were long gone. No, he owed it to them. He would help them. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

"Hello," Connor greeted the WR600. The android stood in the middle of the small room. There was fear in his eyes, something the RK800 hadn't noticed before. "I don't mean any harm. I want to help. Is anyone else here?"

"No-no one's here. Just Ralph," Ralph told Connor apprehensively.

"My name is Connor," he gestured towards himself. "I'm a deviant too." The words felt bitter leaving his mouth, but finding common ground was vital for building their trust.

"No one here, just Ralph." The android repeated, unprompted.

"I know that's not true. Can I speak with Kara?" Maybe being straightforward would sow better results.

"Can you really help us?" A tiny voice asked. Turning his head, he saw Alice peeking out from under the stairs.

"You must be Alice." The little girl was pulled back in the alcove.

A hushed conversation between Alice and, who Connor could only assume, Kara. He caught a word, here and there. "Dangerous...not safe…..CyberLife….Help…..Zlatko…..Trust." He shifted on his feet.

Connor shut his eyes. His time was running out. He only had 5 minutes 23 seconds 12 milliseconds until he had to be back. It was now or never.

"Kara?" All hushed conversation ceased. "May I please speak with you. It's important, but I don't have much time." The room is silent, save for the occasional, unintentional, noise from Ralph.

"Okay," Kara murmured. She climbed out into the living room. "Alice stay there. I'll be back."

"There's a place where you both will be safe."

"We already know of a place that's safe," she remarked.

"You're going to Jericho?" Connor cocked his head.

"No, Zlatko. He can help us." She sounded so confident like she was absolutely certain Zlatko would solve all of their problems.

"Zlatko Andronikov?" He enquired.

"Yes. Do you know him?" Kara stepped closer to him.

"Not personally. Look, Zlatko is not a good guy. He experiments on androids. Lures deviants, with the guise of being helpful. Don't go there," He spoke softly. Looking over her shoulder, in hopes Alice hadn't heard.

"Oh," she sounded defeated. "Maybe those are just rumors. Maybe he really helps androids." Her optimism almost hurt.

"No, he doesn't. Listen, there's a place called Jericho." Reaching over he grabbed her hand and planted the directions in her hard drive. "Go there. There are people who will help Alice and you."

"How do we know we can trust you?"

"You don't, but I have no intention of causing harm to any of you." Connor gave her one of his lopsided smiles.

"Connor?!" Alarm bells went off in his head. How much time had passed? The timer had been at zero for the last twenty minutes.

"Get to the train station. Go to Jericho." Kara pulled Alice from under the stairs. She made eye contact once more, before dashing through the kitchen, and out the backdoor.

"I'm right here, Lieutenant!" Connor yelled. "Hide, Ralph." The WR600 nodded and left the room.

"What the fuck," were the first words out of Hank's mouth as he walked through the door. "Why are you just standing there. Some scruple enter into your program?"

"No. For your information, my programs are running at an optimal level. Thank you very much," Connor huffed out.

"Sure. Did you forget our deal?"

"It wasn't a deal; it was more of an order." Connor pointed out.

"It was a mutual agreement we had. That's what a deal is. You know what? Forget it. Did you find anything?" Hank asked.

"No." With all his precognition software, Connor could have never foreseen those two little letters making Hank as angry as it did.

"No," he repeated. "You mean to tell me you've just been standing here for the past half hour?" Connor shrugged his shoulders. "I've been looking for you everywhere. I looked in the car, in the alleyways, and don't get me started on how many stores I looked in."

"I'm sorry," the android muttered. "Going forward, I will pay closer attention to any time constraints."

"Good...let's get outta here. This place looks like it'll fall apart any minute." Hank dragged Connor, by his arm, outside.

The drive back to the precinct was filled with the lovely sounds of ear-shattering heavy metal. Connor reached over and turned the radio off.

"Hank?"

"Yes, Connor?" Hank drawled.

"Did you really look in all those places for me?" The lieutenant gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Yes. Didn't want to fill out paperwork for a broken machine." Hank's eyes stared intently in front of him.

"Thank you," Connor said softly. Hank muttered something under his breath. The android couldn't be sure, but it sounded like 'you're welcome.'