- NOV 6TH, 2038 -

- PM 08:24:08 -

Connor stood, looking back at the two of us. He let out a huff of air.

"So, there was another android," Hank commented, looking at the dead one, "This happened over an hour ago, it's probably long gone..."

"It wouldn't be able to go out in that uniform," I mumbled, thinking back to when I had to wear that uniform.

"You're right," Connor said, looking at me, "It might still be here." His gaze turned on Hank, and I knew the chase was on now.

"Think you can find a deviant among all the other androids in this place?" Hank asked.

"Deviants aren't easily detected," Connor admitted.

"There's gotta be some way," We all gazed upon the android, but after a minute I had to look away. My heart ached to look at the poor girl.

"Maybe an eyewitness? Somebody who saw it leave the room?" Hank asked, looking at Connor. "I'm gonna go ask the manager a few questions about what he saw. You let me or Mae know if you think of anything." And with that Hank left.

After a moment, I saw Connor look at me, "How did you know about the uniform?"

I dropped my head and laughed under my breath, "I had to wear it once. There was a reported rapist that came here a few years ago, and they wanted me to go undercover as an android. That was how I met Gavin actually, and we started dating." I didn't like talking about it.

"Oh," Connor said. "You and Gavin... dated?"

We began to walk out of the room, Connor's gaze searching for something.

"Yeah, but he cheated on me so I dumped him," I mumbled.

Connor stayed quiet, continuing to look around. He eyed an android and walked over quickly. I remained where I was, rooted in memories of the past.

"Mae? Can you come to assist me please?" I heard. I looked up and saw Connor by a model.

My cheeks flushed, "Connor-!"

"She's a witness," He said. I sighed, walking over and pressing a few buttons.

"Hello! A thirty-minute session will cost $29.99. Please confirm your purchase," The voice said. I looked at Connor and, after a nod, confirmed it.

"Fowler is gonna be so confused," I mumbled, stepping back.

"Mae! Connor! What the hell are you two doing?" Hank asked.

"She's a witness," I mumbled, watching as Connor grabbed the model's forearm. His skin turned white, the color of eggshells.

"Holy shit, Connor," Hank mumbled, watching as well.

Connor detached, his LED flickering yellow. "It saw something," He confirmed, looking at me and Hank.

"What do you mean saw something? Saw what?" Hank asked.

"The deviant leave the room. A blue-haired Traci," Connor said, backing away from the model, "Club policy is to wipe the android's memory every two hours. We only have a few minutes if we want to find another witness!"

Connor took off, and I followed after him. He looked around frantically, and I saw another model, male this time, watching us. Connor walked over to him, and luckily the manager saw us this time and unlocked him.

Connor repeated the process a few more times, and the entire time the pain in my torso slowly got worse. I didn't want to show that I was hurt though, so I continued on with my teeth clenched.

We finally arrived in a supply hallway, taking off running at this point. We arrived at a door on the end and I gently grabbed Connor's shoulder, pushing him behind me. I pulled my gun out and opened the door, scanning the room. Hank arrived at the end of the hallway, then jogged down to meet us as we entered the room. Hank and I held our guns out, and Connor was scanning the room.

"Shit... We're too late," Hank grumbled, putting his gun down. I put mine back in its holster, watching as Hank went to the loading dock to stare into the cool and damp evening.

I ended up watching as Connor searched the room, doing a search of my own as well. I looked at the girl that was on the table, and the rows upon rows of androids that all just stood and stared.

Hank wouldn't stop ranting the entire time, and I ended up telling him to shut up.

Connor approached the row of androids. He paused, looking over them, and then one jumped out at him.

I sprung into action, grabbing my gun and running forward. But another one jumped out and kicked it out of my hand, pushing me to the ground. I twisted so I landed on my right side, groaning in pain. I heard a smack and watched as Hank and Connor fought the two Traci's.

After some struggle, I stood and ran to help Hank. Poor guy was stumbling a little, probably due to his hangover. As the Traci swung a screwdriver at him I kicked it out of her hand. I then turned and threw a punch at her. It landed on her jaw, snapping her head to the right. Hank ran to grab our guns. I ran to the edge of the bay, watching as Connor fell over. The Traci I was fighting came up behind me, putting me into a chokehold. I scrapped her calf with my shoe and she let me go. I reached around her torso and threw her into the mud. She grabbed my jacket and pulled me down with her. I landed on my back.

The Traci got onto my stomach, squeezing my ribs. I groaned, blocking her fists as they swung down onto me. I finally pushed her off, standing as quick as I could. She rushed forward, pushing me. I slammed into the corner of the dock. It dug into the rib I had bruised earlier, and I heard a loud crack! I cried out, falling over onto the ground.

I watched as the Traci ran over to the fence, by the other one. Hank was there with Connor, and I pushed myself up. I grit my teeth, tears leaking from my eyes. I continued, limping over to my associates.

"-make me forget about the humans, their smell of sweat and their dirty words," The blue-haired one was saying.

"Come on," The one I fought whispered, "let's go."

I watched as they ran off. I wasn't about to chase them, not after I saw them holding hands. Connor looked at Hank, his lips slightly downturned.

"It's probably better this way..." Hank stated, looking at Connor, then at me. I nodded, understanding that Connor needed a minute to calm down after that.

He, however, had different plans. Connor turned his gaze on me as Hank walked away, and saw that I was clutching onto my ribs.

"Are you okay?" Connor whispered, walking forward.

I pulled my hand away, trying not to scream as I saw it covered in blood.

"I don't think so," I mumbled.

Connor ran forward, catching me as I fell.

"Hank! Start the car!" Connor yelled, effortlessly picking me up.

We ended up in the hospital an hour later. The bruised rib broke when the Traci slammed me into the bay. I needed stitches, and my left arm was in a sling. We reported it to Fowler and went to go get drinks.