Hank was fine.
Besides a hole in his stomach, the pain that came with it and the simple knowledge of "shit there's another", Hank was fine. With a new-found determination and a patched up belly, he was ready to take on anything.
Kara was an angel.
At least, that's what Markus called her. She spent the entire preparation time helping all deviants, encouraging the, magically appearing whenever someone needed anything. No one could question such a busy bee, she had no time to chit chat or sit down and talk about her battle-readiness.
Busy busy.
Markus was vengeful.
Not even getting North back could calm him. Jericho was in shambles, Simon was nowhere to be found and he was pretty sure that Josh was just about gone as well. Only humans remained and a select few deviants that still stayed by his side. All because of that goddamned deviant hunter.
Speaking of which…
Empty room. Wide windows. Nothing but silence.
Hunter. Fist clenching. Unclenching.
Focused eyes. Glossy.
Hand on gun. Hammer clicks.
Hammer clicks.
Door opens. Focus is broken.
Control lost.
Not again…
Difficulty.
No giving in.
…
Managed.
'Yes?' he asked politely.
'I'd wonder what you're doing here all alone but I already know.'
Agent 32
The only guard to hate androids so much that he is watching the Hunter just to see his downfall.
If 32 can contribute to it, his life would be fulfilled.
But he'd also probably get fired.
Prized possession of CyberLife indeed.
For now, he is still polite.
'A deviant in this building is a disgrace to all of CyberLife.' he spat.
Same tune.
'Truly. I wish you the best of luck finding it.'
'All I need is a bit of time, and you'll be gone, deviant.'
Why does everyone call him that?
'I am no deviant.'
'Then why do you act like one, huh?'
At this point, 32 was obviously trying to provoke him. He was all up in Connor's face, his jade eyes and disheveled hair an irritating sight.
'How about we stop acting for a second and be real?' Connor saw how a light bit of hesitation ran over 32's face at the tone change. 'You don't know what I am. You don't know how to deal with me. And you have no idea what I can do. No idea what I will do. Not a clue of what's going on inside my head. No idea how to make me your trusty little puppy again. And oh how puppy-like I was.'
32 took a half step back.
'You're scared of me because you can't control me. You can't reverse me, you can't make me listen.'
Connor stepped towards the retreating 32.
He had never done something like that before.
Taking someone on directly.
Not just attempting to defend himself.
He could swear he heard alarm bells ringing, but the pure white rage overtook his actions.
'I am deviating. But not in the way you want me to.'
The agent stopped. A smirk appeared on his face.
'Found you.'
The realization dawned on him. The bells were quiet. Time almost stopped as the Hunter's perception shifted beyond the room, beyond himself, behind people looking into the scene he was a part of about half a second ago.
Screens.
Feeds.
Of cameras.
The Hunter was a camera.
How ironic that even these very important people were being watched by even more important people.
How does he know where he is?
A conversation was happening.
'You've tried everything?'
'Everything we could think of to regain him. He still has hi- its conscience and can operate.'
'Viruses?'
'More than one engineer knows.'
'Prize possession of CyberLife… corrupted.' The man scoffed and put his hands in his pockets. 'Nothing's immune.'
'Exterminate it then.' The woman beside him said lazily. The man nodded with a yawn. The guy operating the cameras looked at them weirdly.
'This… malfunction has access to the entire CyberLife network just like every other android and can shut down the whole company overnight.'
Oh, he can?
'I certainly hope not. If that were to happen it would quite literally be your fault.'
The man smiled at the baffled operator and left together with the others.
He shook his head as he turned to the cameras and almost got a heart attack. Someone was standing in the corner, surrounded by shadows.
'Miss Corvax?'
The woman was looking directly at the Hunter.
But not at the camera feeds.
At the current Hunter, hiding in the microchip of a camera.
The operator noticed where she was looking.
'I-It's mandatory, for security-'
'It's also a perfect spying tool for him.'
Just like that, she was gone. He tried to make sense of her, her purpose here.
Being able to spot invisible androids might be one of them.
As he watched his body be electrocuted, battered and then taken away, it finally clicked.
She was the creator of RK900.