~Connor~

"Shit!" Connor exclaimed, trailing behind Reed, who was running marginally off-kilter.

Connor's eyes were trained on Reed's back as his flashlight bounced off the walls. Zooming in on the figure that resembled him, he ran an assessment revealing his doppelganger to be RK900, an android model meant to replace him.

"STOP!" Reed yelled as Connor watched the android slip through a doorway that was ajar. A piercing siren-like sound created a static haze that caused Connor's inside to go haywire as Reed disappeared beyond the entry.

The sound brought Connor to his knees as he tried to secure a frequency that would allow him to connect with Hank. "Reed, wait!"

~Gavin~

As Reed slipped through the door, immediately, he could taste the staleness of the thin air. Each step was like peeling his feet from the floor, but his determination overrode all his other senses.

Reed shouted again for the suspect to freeze, but it refused to acknowledge him. Even though he was keeping pace, something wasn't sitting right with Reed. The copycat was running him around in circles on purpose. Turning corners in the labyrinth of halls that all looked the same as if to create distance between him and Connor intentionally.

"STOP!" He shouted. "You fuck." He spat nearly skidding into a wall. He placed his flashlight in his mouth and pulled his gun from his holster. "Fucking prick."

A tinge of pain crept up his arm and into his chest, causing him to sway in his pursuit. As he pushed himself forward, he aimed his firearm and fired off several shots. The majority of them bounced off the interior as the suspect dodged affluently as Reed tired due to the lack of oxygen.

The suspect stopped abruptly and turned towards Reed, whose shallow breaths added to the ache that lingered in his chest. A pair of blue eyes idled on Reed as he kept the gun aimed at the suspect.

"Why the fuck do you have tin can's face?" Reed asked with a breathy tone.

There was no reply as Reed shot off a warning shot just inches from the android's shoulder. The suspect did not waver. The lookalike sprinted at full speed towards him, cracking a chilling smirk as he passed. That's when it hit him; the android wanted Connor alone.

The force of his momentum sent Reed flying backward onto the floor. The strong impact sent pain reverberating down Reed's spine. He let out an inaudible FUCK as his arm shuddered in agony. He returned to his feet, pursuing the suspect once again, he groaned in irritation as the pressure in his arm grew feverishly intense.

"Plastic!" He shouted, haphazardly pacing himself somewhere in the middle of a shuffle and a jog as he caught sight of Connor and the android facing off against one another.

Neither of them moving or speaking, Reed saw an opportunity and took it. He raised his firearm and planted a single shot in its neck. The android snapped its head in Reed's direction so quickly that it made him shiver. Its chilling gaze only lingered for a moment before taking off down the hall.

"Plastic! What the hell was that?" Reed asked, before turning a blind.

"Sorry, Detective, it said something strange to me."

"Yeah, well, fuck what it said and get back in the game." Reed staggered as Connor grabbed him by the arm to keep him from toppling over. "I got it!"

~Connor~

Connor took note of Reed's vitals despite knowing how both he and Hank felt about the invasion of privacy. Now, it was more of a destructive habit on his part. His analysis showed that Reed was suffering from shortness of breath, a minuscule skull fracture, muscle strain, and his forearm was slightly askew.

Connor called for a first responder once his signal was strong enough and notified Hank of their findings. A quick scan of the halls revealed that much of the lower levels were submerged in water. He scanned the android once more, assessing the damage Reed had caused to it. Nothing more than a few superficial dents that were easily repairable and a single straight clean shot through its neck.

"Plastic!" Reed called as they came into the clearing where light from the surface flooded a giant pool of water.

"RK900!" Connor yelled as he gazed at his face from across the 20-yard stretch of water.

The RK900 model did not speak. Instead, it grinned knowing full well that from its distance, Reed would not be able to shoot him. Not to mention, he was struggling to get a good shot with his left hand. Briefly, their eyes met before disappearing into the darkness; it mouthed the word "Convert."

"Damn it!" Reed shouted frustratingly as he collapsed to the ground. "Now what?"

The fresh air gave Reed the boost he needed to begin shouting obscenities alerting Hank to their exact location. Connor stepped back to assess his damage. His lower mechanical skull frame was damaged, causing him to leak thirium. It was a gradual leak that a temporary fix would do to avoid warranting any immediate concern.

Eventually, he would need repair, but it would have to wait. It was bad enough that he was here again at CyberLife. But now, his face was on the run, which would on create more problems for himself...more importantly, he feared that it might jeopardize Hank's safety. He did not want a repeat of the CyberLife warehouse. No to mention, Connor thought he had destroyed all of his possible replacements. Yet something else he had not revealed to Hank.

But RK900 was not like his other replacements. There was something different about him. He seemed to enjoy playing with them. Connor knew one thing for certain, it wanted him to be converted. But converted to what?

"Connor!" Hank called from the opening above them. Connor noted that Hank's voice was a little shaky. "We're sending down a rope."

Connor nodded in acknowledgment, placing an adhesive biomechanical patch on the back of his head. He watched as Reed stumbled towards him. Connor grabbed Reed by the waist and pulled him close as Hank ordered the TW400 android to hoist them up to the surface. Hank snarled as they stepped off the platform and back onto solid ground.

"What the fuck were you two thinking?" Hank shouted as the ambulance pulled into the worksite.

Connor scanned the area as Hank went off on a tangent. He got nothing. RK900 was long gone. The EMTs rushed off the truck to check on Reed as Carla made note of the hole.

"Ask your fucking plastic pet," Reed yelped as an EMT gave him 600mg of hydrocodone to ease his pain and fitted his face with an oxygen mask.

Hank turned to Connor with his arms folded across his broad chest, raising an eyebrow. "Get to talking."

Connor sighed as he crossed his arms behind his back to appear less defensive. "A portion of the lower labs were semi-intact. Detective Reed discovered the entry and an android with features that resembled my own." Connor paused. "I identified the android as RK900. I believe Amanda tended for it to replace me."

"Jesus," Hank moaned, looking over to Reed.

"Look at it this way, now you have two plastic assholes to play with," Reed commented with a sly chuckle.

Hank was not amused. "That's rich coming considering you're the King of Assholes."

Connor mentally told the android EMT to jab him hard as she prepared to take a sample of his blood.

"Get the fuck off me!" Reed ordered, but it was too late.

"Shit Reed, let it...her do her damn job," Hank corrected, not yet accustomed to formally addressing androids as gendered.

It seemed strange for Hank not to consider gender in lieu of his partner's disposition. Though the conversation had never come up. Hank rubbed the back of his neck and grunted as he turned to Connor.

"You alright?" Hank asked.

Hesitation lingered on Connor's lips. "I will be..." when RK900 is caught he wanted to add.

Hank turned his attention towards Carla, seemingly satisfied with Connor's response. Carla, on the other hand, looked distressed as she approached them. "Lieutenant Anderson?"

"Call me, Hank." He corrected.

"It's going to take a few days to unearth the lower levels of the facility. Plus, we'll need to get approval from Mayor Cardoso."

Connor stepped in, "Once the excavation is complete. I'll submit all the necessary documentation to the corresponding parties requesting authorization."

"Well, ok, then we'll get started here," Carla stated, gesturing for her workers to commence.

"Is this RX900 going to be a problem?" Hank asked as his phone flashed.

"It's not a deviant if that's what you're asking," Connor replied. "Chris is calling."

"Chris, calm the fuck down. Where are you!?" Hank asked.

"What now?" Reed asked, pushing the EMT aside.

Hank's gaze shifted as he noticed the bandage on the back of Connor's neck.

"We gotta go. Chris is on a 10 42 and possibly 10 45D alone." Hank informed them.

Hank sighed, ruffling his gray hair, and grunting as he headed towards the car. Connor and Reed did not ask questions. Reed and Hank sped off down the highway, both ignoring all basic traffic laws as Connor calculated their distance. A seven-minute drive, he determined as he closed his eyes and began reconstructing the CyberLife warehouse from memory. He quickly compiled their discovery to send off to Captain Fowler before contacting Chloe.