Richard walked at a pace that allowed his punch-drunk partner to keep up. "This is the complex," the android stated as he politely opened the front door for the brunette. Gavin trudged into the lobby, examining the lackluster décor and bland wallpaper that covered the walls. "What floor is she on?" the detective asked, calling the elevator. "She's on the fourth floor; room 410," the machine replied as he waited alongside his shorter counterpart. Gavin brought a hand to the wound on his neck, letting out sounds of discomfort as he scratched at the Band-Aid. Richard glanced at the brunette, arching his brows knowing full well what was hidden behind that bandage. The elevator pinged and slowly opened its doors to the two men. "Finally," Gavin groaned, "I was debating on taking the stairs," he scoffed as the pair walked into the lift.

"Room 410," the detective reiterated while walking down the hallway, "Ah, here it is," he stopped in front of the door marked with the correct number. "Take it away, Iron Man," the brunette gestured with a sardonic cadence. Richard calmly approached the door, gaze shifting from his derisive partner to the apartment entrance. The android gently knocked on the door as Gavin watched from behind, dark circles highlighting his silvery eyes.

After a few seconds, hurried footsteps were heard from behind the entrance, then, the door opened to reveal a young lady displaying a harsh expression. "Can I help you?" she asked with a bitter undertone. "Good afternoon, Ms. Gomez," Richard began with a sincere smile, "My name is Richard and this is Detective Gavin Reed," he motioned to his colleague. "We've been sent from the Detroit Police Department to investigate Raymond's case," RK900 explained as both men showed the lady their badges.

Rebecca looked at the pair's credentials, pulling the corners of her mouth into a hostile frown. She shoved four fingers into Richard's face, the android backing up in the process. "Four days," she began. The machine looked at the woman in confusion.

"Four fucking days!" she yelled, tears welling up in her eyes. "It took the department four days to send officers to look into my husband's murder?" she continued, voice trembling as she cradled her arms. Gavin raised his brows, taken aback by the woman's words but chose to remain quiet, curious as to how his colleague would handle the situation. Richard gazed at the young lady with sympathy, "I apologize for the del—"

"You apologize?" she asked in a hysterical manner, "Will your 'sorries' bring back Raymond?" she continued, tears streaming down her face. Richard's LED changed to a yellow hue as he began to feel overwhelmed by Rebecca's anger. Gavin curled his brows inward as he watched his counterpart from behind still refraining from intervening. "Please understand that the department has been inundated with android cases as of late. We're trying our best to follow up on all our cases in a timely manner," the android gestured, maintaining a compassionate tone of voice. "Oh Christ," the woman rolled her eyes, "Is this just 'another case' to you?" she air-quoted, "Does my pain mean nothing?" she began to sob. Richard's eyes widened, his LED turning red, unable to determine how to calm the woman down.

Gavin placed a hand on his partner's shoulder as he stepped in. "Look lady," he glanced at Rebecca with a stern expression, "We're both sorry for your loss but if all you're gonna do is yell at us, then we can't help you, can we?"

Richard glanced at his colleague, surprised at the detective's timely interjection. Mrs. Gomez paused before looking to the ground; she then let out a shaky breath as she wiped away tears. "I'm sorry," she stated with an apologetic tone, "It's just been really difficult to come to terms with what's happened," she continued with a sniffle. Rebecca looked to RK900, "I didn't mean to lash out at you like that," she shook her head, "Forgive me."

"It's quite alright, Mrs. Gomez," Richard expressed, LED reverting to a yellow state, "Everyone mourns differently," he stated understandingly, "Just know that we are here to help."

Rebecca smiled at the android. "Oh," she jolted up, "Where are my manners?" she let out a quiet laugh, "Please, come in," the woman motioned as she stepped aside.

The men walked into the apartment noting the pictures and paintings on the walls, the antique wooden dinner table and the ornate countertops. "Have a seat on the couch, officers," Rebecca stated in a more stable tone, "Would you like some water?" she asked with a small smile. "We're fine," Gavin expressed as he sat down on one side of the sofa. "Alright," the woman walked into the kitchen, "Excuse me while I get a glass for myself." The young lady left the two in the living room momentarily.

Richard took a seat a bit too close to his partner, his LED regressing to a calm blue hue. The brunette eyed the android with annoyance as he leaned in, "Mind moving your ass a little to the left?" he whispered, "You're too close." The machine looked to his counterpart, "I don't see a reason to move," he smirked. Gavin furrowed his brows as he mumbled to himself, blush spreading on his cheeks. "Don't make me deck you," the shorter of the pair warned, his face heating up in the process. "I'd like to see you try," RK900 stated through half-lidded eyes.

Rebecca walked into the room, "Sorry about that," she sat across the pair, placing the glass on the stand next to her chair. Gavin jumped up, startled by Rebecca; he quickly looked at the woman with a nervous grin, "Oh—uh—it's no problem," Gavin stated, scratching under his ear. "Rebecca," Richard leaned forward, interlacing his fingers, "I need you to describe what you saw the day of Raymond's murder." The woman fiddled with the sleeve of her shirt as she looked to the floor, noticeably distressed by the request. "Please," the android stared into the woman's eyes, "I need your help to find out who did this," he said with a serious cadence.

After taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she glanced at RK900 with saddened eyes. "I was only going to the grocery store to pick up some eggs and sugar," she explained, "Our anniversary was coming up so I wanted to bake a cake." She paused as her lower lip began to tremble, "Even though I knew he couldn't eat like I did." Rebecca took a second to herself. Both men remained silent as they gave the young lady some time to regain her composure. "I was only gone for about thirty minutes or so," she motioned with her hands, "When I came back and reached for the door, it was unlocked."

The pair exchanged nervous glances as they continued to listen to Rebecca. "I was sure I had locked the door but I thought Ray had unlocked it for some reason. So I walked in and yelled out a greeting but I didn't hear a response," she explained, her voice cracking several times in the process, "That's when I started getting anxious," the woman brought a hand to her neck.

"Go on, Rebecca," Richard encouraged with a softened tone.

"T-there was blue blood in the hallway," the woman rubbed her arm, "I began to shake like a damned leaf. I knew that Raymond had been injured," she expressed with a pained look, "So I gathered up all the courage I had and walked into the bedroom to see Ray—"

Rebecca froze, her body trembling. She tried to get a hold of herself but immediately broke down, crying. RK900 arched his brows as he truly pitied the young lady. "Mrs. Gomez, I know this is incredibly difficult for you, but I need you to finish," the machine pleaded with a sympathetic expression. "I know, I know," she brought a hand to her eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," the android quickly responded, "I know it's hard to recall painful memories and I don't blame you for wanting to stop," he stared at Rebecca with determined eyes, "But if we want to find the person responsible for Raymond's death, you need to tell me everything you remember."

The woman shifted her gaze from the quiet brunette to the compassionate android. "I saw Ray completely dismembered and sprawled on the bed," she stated, looking completely despondent. "He'd been torn apart," the woman glanced at her legs, "With the word 'Omnipresence' painted right above the bedframe. I placed his parts in a big storage bin in the bedroom closet."

Gavin glanced at his partner, a slight smile subconsciously sprouting on his face. He was impressed by the humanity shown by his metal colleague. "May we look at his remains?" Richard asked, slowly standing up. Rebecca nodded, not having enough in her to verbalize a response. "We'll be quick, Mrs. Gomez," the android noted before making his way to the bedroom. The shorter of the two also stood up and shadowed his counterpart as they headed down the hall. Rebecca remained in her chair as she took time to recover from the emotionally draining interrogation.

"Hey, um," Gavin rubbed the back of his neck, "You did good back there, tin can," he praised, averting eye contact. Shock crossed the android's face as his colleague's compliment caught him off guard. He turned to look at his partner who was red as a beet. The machine curled his mouth into a smile, captivated by the softer side of the officer, "Thank you, detective," Richard voiced as they came to a stop at the end of the hallway. "Yeah, yeah, don't get used to it," Gavin muttered as he folded his arms across his chest.

After a few seconds of quiet rebellion, the brunette looked to the walls of the hallway and squinted his eyes as there was nothing of note. "Hm," the detective brought his hand to his chin, "I don't see any blue blood," he knit his brows. "That's because after a while, thirium evaporates and becomes undetectable to the human eye," the machine explained, patting down his uniform. "Androids can still detect blue blood, even when it has vaporized," RK900 frowned, "Though I won't be able to sample blood that's no longer in its liquid state."

"Thank God," the detective said with relief, "I don't wanna see you puttin' weird shit in your mouth," he went off, opening the door into the bedroom.

Gavin took a few steps into the room and immediately noticed the word "Omnipresence" scrawled on the wall. "Fuck," the detective sighed, "It's the same fuckin' guy," he brought his hand to the bridge of his nose. Richard followed his partner into the room and looked to the painted word behind the bedframe. "Unfortunately, you're correct, detective," RK900 turned toward his partner, "The way the word is written matches that of the one painted above Professor Davis' bedroom," he explained in a concerned tone. "Shit," Gavin shook his head, "You think we got a serial killer on our hands?" he glanced at the android, worry glazing over his features. "It's too early to say," the machine responded, "I do, however remember similar cases to these two when I sifted through your open files on your terminal this morning."

"Ah Christ," the brunette took a step back, "Well ain't this fuckin' perfect," he chuckled sarcastically. "Now's not the time to get satirical," Richard said with a stern expression, "Let's see if we can find out anything more about our suspect. Perhaps Raymond's remains could shed some light on who our culprit is," RK900 stated with determination. "Alright," Gavin gestured to the closet, "Take a look why don't you?" he stated with a smug grin, "After all, androids don't have fingerprints."

Richard glanced at his sardonic partner through narrowed eyes before he made his way to the closet. With a strong pull, the android opened the door and immediately gazed at the big box behind it. "This is it," Richard brought out the bin and popped off the lid. Gavin peered over his partner's shoulder to take a look at the body parts. "Well," the brunette knelt down, "This is probably gonna be a huge fuckin' waste of time," he sighed as he took out a napkin from his pant pocket, "But it's worth a shot I guess," he concluded, taking out the dismembered android's left leg. Richard examined Raymond's arms, "Hm," he turned the limbs, "Again, no fingerprints." The detective sifted through the box to pull out the right leg, "Legs don't seem to have any scratches on them," the brunette rubbed his eyes out of frustration, "No signs of a struggle."

RK900 looked into the bin, "Interesting," he took out Raymond's head. "Look at the back of his head, detective," the android pointed to the large gash in the center of the cranium. "Son of a bitch," the brunette expressed in a dejected tone, "Let me guess, it was done with a crowbar?"

"Correct," Richard nodded, "The indent is similar to the one we found on the back of Odette's head," he pointed to Raymond's skull. "The shape is nearly the sa—wait a minute," the android noticed an opening that was created by the fatal blow. "What? What's wrong?" Gavin asked, confusion evident in his cadence. Richard began chipping away at the opening. "The fuck're you doing?" the detective grabbed the machine's wrist, "You're damaging the thing!"

"I need to check something," RK900 jerked his wrist away from his partner as he continued to peel off part of Raymond's skull. Richard's eyes shot open, "His GX400 memory card is still intact." Gavin blinked a few times, "Huh?" he scratched at his chin, "You mind speakin' English?"

"His memory card, detective," the android smiled, "It functions a lot like the hippocampus," he turned to his colleague, "I have a card reader installed in my chest. If I can pull out the GX400, I'd be able to access all of Raymond's memories up until his death." Gavin's eyes widened, "Holy shit," he stared at his colleague with a hopeful smirk, "You're sayin' that if we can get that memory card in you, you'd be able to find out who the killer is?"

Richard nodded with a glint of optimism, "Yes."

"Wait," the brunette shut his eyes for a second, "Why didn't we check Odette's memory card then?" Gavin questioned his colleague. "Odette was an older model, detective," Richard began, "Her card was located right in the back of her skull. When she received that hit to the head, her card was surely destroyed."

"Mh," Gavin bit his upper lip, "Well, we have Raymond's card now so it doesn't really matter at this point. Let's get that fuckin' thing and put an end to this shit."

RK900 nodded and gingerly slid two fingers into Raymond's head as he tried to avoid damaging the android any more than he needed to. He searched, digging deeper inside, wincing a bit as he pressed against soft tissue. "I think I got it," the machine lit up as he felt a small, hard component with his fingers. He slowly pulled out the memory card, detaching the delicate wires that held the component in place. "Fuckin' A!" the detective slapped his knee, "So, now what?" he asked, looking to the machine.

"I need you to put this inside my chest," Richard said with intense eyes. "H-huh?" Gavin stuttered, flustered by his partner's request. "My hands have been dirtied, detective," Richard explained as he showed them to his partner, "I need you to put this inside of me," he gently grasped the brunette's hand as he dropped the memory card into the officer's palm. Gavin shut his eyes and exhaled as his face began to heat up once more, "Don't say it like that, jackass," he looked to the ground, embarrassment riddling his features. Richard leaned in closer to his partner, "Gavin, please," he arched his brows as he began to shed his jacket, "I can't do this without you." The detective's eyes widened as he watched his counterpart slowly unbutton his black dress shirt. He began blushing ear-to-ear but jolted up when he realized he was ogling over his partner undressing. "Are you alright?" Richard asked as he took off his shirt and placed it with his jacket, on the bed. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," the shorter of the two quickly averted his colleague's stare.

"You see this circular groove?" the machine pointed to the center of his chest, "This is my thirium pump regulator," he looked to the detective with focused eyes, "Behind the regulator is the card reader." Gavin's gaze shifted from Richard's face, to his chest, then back to his face again, "Where are you going with this, tin can?"

"I need you to pull out the regulator and put the card into the reader," he placed a hand on his partner's shoulder, "I will have five minutes to sift through Raymond's memories before I seize and shut down," he stared into Gavin's frightened eyes, "I trust you to put back the regulator before my five minutes are up. Do you understand, detective? "

"W-wait," the officer shook his head, "You're sayin' that if I don't put this thing back in you in time, you'll die?" he asked, fear rattling his features. "Yes," Richard sternly replied. The detective blinked several times as he let out a scared chuckle, "F-fuck I mean, I—"

"Please," RK900 expressed with piercing, blue eyes. Gavin looked at his colleague with a slight frown as his eyebrows drew together. "Fuck," the detective cursed as he turned his head away from the android. "Fine," he reluctantly agreed, "But if something happens and you fuckin' die or some shit, I'll slap your replacement so hard, you'll feel it in your grave," the detective hissed as he pressed a finger into the android's shoulder.

Richard let out a hushed chuckle, "Thank you, Gavin."