"I can't believe we actually made it inside," the detective whispered under his breath as he subconsciously relaxed his grip on Richard's arm. "I wasn't sure if we could trust that VM700 but looks like it paid off," he stated with a relieved sigh.

"Mh," the android nodded, "Thanks to Cassiki we'll be able to use our firearms if needed," he glanced at Gavin, "If needed, detective."

The brunet shot an offended look at his counterpart. "Stop paintin' me out to be some kinda trigger-happy psycho," he locked eyes with the machine, "I freaked out near the gate because I thought that Stanley guy was gonna start somethin' but I…" he looked down at his feet before pinching the skin between his brows, "I'm just trying to keep it together."

Richard's eyes widened as he took a moment to analyze his partner's distraught features. He let out a small breath, "Well," the android lowered his lids, "So far, so good," he stated, looking ahead.

"Don't jinx it," Gavin warned, "This's only the beginning," he stated before motioning to put on their masks.

The pair quickly placed the masks over their faces and continued following the crowds of people to the ballroom.

After securely tying the mask to his face, RK900 glanced over at the detective who was once more chewing at his lower lip. "Remember what we've been talking about," the machine softly spoke, "As long as I'm here, there's no need to feel anxious."

"Th-there's a lot of people," the brunet swallowed, "I'm not too big on crowds."

"Don't let that scare you," Richard interlaced his fingers with the detective's, "You're doing just fine, Gavin," he reassured with a smile, "Try to loosen up a bit."

Blush crept up on the officer's face as he immediately averted the machine's gaze. "Let's just get to the ballroom," he mumbled, cheeks pink.

Richard and Gavin were greeted with Baroque music as they entered the dance hall. The enormous and elegantly decorated room was filled with thousands of posh men and women decked out in diamonds and designer attire.

"Jesus," the detective expressed through squinted eyes, "Look at all these spoiled, stuck up assholes," he bitterly hissed.

"Now, now," RK900 peered at the detective, "Let's not judge people we don't know."

"Don't know?" Gavin cocked a brow, "Gimme a break," he scoffed, "These are the real scumbags of the earth," he crinkled his nose, "Exploiting the working class just so they can add another zero to the end of their net worth."

"Let's not get sidetracked," Richard advised.

Gavin shut his eyes for a brief second before sighing, "Sorry," he knit his brows, "I-I'm just a little antsy."

The android glanced at his partner with a concerned expression as he noted the detective's elevated heart rate and blood pressure.

"Do you see Miller anywhere?" the brunet scanned the various groups of people around.

RK900 tilted his head to the large group of people populating the hall. He took a moment to himself as he surveyed the area using his facial recognition program. The android creased a brow as he blinked several times. "Damn it," he let out an annoyed grunt while continuing to eye the crowd.

"What is it?" Gavin asked in a worried tone, "What's wrong?"

"The masks that the guests are wearing," Richard quickly replied, "They're distorting my recognition software," he shook his head before looking to Gavin, "I can't analyze their features. I'm sorry but it looks like we're going to have to search for him the old-fashioned way."

"Shit," Gavin grit his teeth, "How the fuck are we going to find him with all these goddamn people around?" he drew the corners of his mouth into a frown, "We're never gonna find hi—"

"Gavin! Is that you?" Reggie shouted as he approached the pair from behind.

The detective almost jumped out of his skin.

"It is!" he caught up to the officers, "Oh, that's lovely! I'm so glad you and Richard made it," he placed a hand on the brunet's shoulder.

"R-Reggie," Gavin turned to face the man as he cleared his throat, "You almost scared me half to death," he let out a forced chuckle.

The blond peered once to his left and once to his right before leaning in closer to the pair, "How're things going with the investigation?"

Gavin's expression changed to one of hesitation, "Reggie, we're kinda in the middle of som—"

"Everything is going well, Mr. Sanders," Richard interjected, "But for your safety, I advise you mingle with the other guests," the android lowered his voice, "So as to not attract unwanted attention to yourself."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," Reggie's gaze shifted from RK900 to the detective, "Have you found him? Have you found the fucker who took Garrett from me?" tears began to well in his eyes.

The brunet let out a small sound of disappointment, "N-no," he glanced at the machine before meeting Reggie's stare, "We only just got here so—"

"Let me help," the blond demanded, "I know I can," he stated with a hint of desperation.

Gavin arched his brows as he tried to sympathize with the man. "Reggie, I know how much you want to give us a hand," he stated, "But we can't risk you getting hurt."

The blond glared at the detective with a distinct frown. "He took Garrett," his voice cracked, "He robbed me of my future with the man I adored."

The officers exchanged empathetic looks. "I can't imagine how hard it's been on you, Mr. Sanders," Richard expressed in a comforting tone, "But Gavin's right, we can't have you getting involved in all this."

Reggie gazed at the ground in spite, frustrated by the officers' responses. He remained quiet for a few moments before letting out a defeated sigh. "I hope you two know what you're doing," he refused to look at the pair, "I really do."

"Hey," the detective nudged the man's chest, "We're gonna fuckin' catch him," he nodded, "And don't think I forgot what you wanted me to do on your behalf."

Reggie glanced up at the brunet with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I'm gonna spit on the fucker's face. Right in his eye," Gavin promised.

RK900's gaze shifted from the blond who was wiping away tears to the detective who was trembling beneath his clothes.

Reggie sniffled before letting out a chuckle, "Okay," he smiled, "Alright," he stared at the officer, "I trust you, Gav."

Gavin returned the smile, "Good."

The detective pressed his back against the wall as he slowly ran his tongue over his teeth, studying the many lavishly dressed men who walked by.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were eyeing those men that just passed us," Richard stated with an irritated cadence.

"Heh," Gavin smirked, "You jealous?"

"That's not funny," the android sternly responded.

"Relax, will ya?" the brunet crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm just looking for John."

RK900 furrowed a brow as he looked to his feet.

Gavin's eyes went from the android to the men and women dancing in the center of the ballroom then back to the android again. His expression changed to a softer one, "Richard," he used his legs to push off the wall, "Come on," he approached his partner, "You know I'm only kidding."

The android remained quiet for a few seconds before gazing at the detective's features. He caught sight of his reflection in his counterpart's eyes. The machine retracted his head as he realized his LED had changed to a yellow hue.

"Richie?" Gavin asked, concern evident in tone.

RK900 blinked several times as he came to his senses, "Yes," he nodded, "Yes, of course," his eyes darted across the brunet's face. "I—I apologize," he expressed, disappointed that he allowed childish matters to get in the way of their mission.

Gavin stared at the machine, then looked away as he felt the tips of his ears heat up. "You don't have to worry about stuff like that," the detective murmured under his breath, "I only have eyes for you, idiot."

RK900's eyes shot open as he turned towards his counterpart who was redder than a tomato. The machine smiled, "And I, for you, detective."

"You know," Gavin broke the silence, "I really wasn't expecting Reggie to listen to us back there," he shook his head, "All those grins and promises," he let out a laugh before staring at his shaking hands, "God, what if we lose?"

"I did notice you trembling when speaking with Mr. Sanders," Richard pointed out, "But you did an exceptional job convincing him to let us handle the situation ourselves," he grazed the detective's cheek, "You're doing a lot better than you think, Gavin. We're not going to lose this."

"It doesn't feel like that to me," the detective stated with a distressed undertone.

Just as the android was about to open his mouth, he heard the stirring of a martini from behind the bar a few yards away. Richard relaxed his features before turning to his partner, "How about a drink?"

Gavin stared at the machine, "Really?" he asked, clearly unamused by Richard's question, "You think now's a good time to get wasted?"

"Just one drink," the android clarified, "It'll help you calm down," he explained. "Currently, your judgement seems clouded by stress. Perhaps some alcohol may assist in—"

"I need to stay focused, damn it," the brunet interrupted.

RK900 gazed into the detective's silver lined eyes, "Fear and concentration are two very different things, Gavin."

The detective tilted his head, startled by his partner's words. He eyed the android's concerned expression before letting out a small sigh, "Alright, fine," he shrugged, "There's no point in arguing with you."

Richard smiled, "I'll be right back with a shot of whiskey."

"Yeah, yeah," the brunet dismissed with a wave of a hand as he watched the machine start towards the bar.

A few minutes went by and Gavin found himself leaning against the wall again, scanning a few husky men in the vicinity. "Where the fuck are you, John?" he whispered with a determined expression.

"Who's John?"

Gavin jolted up before quickly turning around to meet the gaze of a rather attractive, green-eyed beau.

"Sorry," the man raised a hand at chest-level, "I didn't mean to spook you."

"A-ah," the brunet rubbed the back of his neck, "It's fine."

"Name's Jack, by the way," the man extended a hand.

"Uh," the brunet was hesitant, "Gavin," he gripped his counterpart's hand.

"Excuse me for being forward but what's a gorgeous guy like you doing alone in a place like this?" Jack brought Gavin's fingers to his lips and gingerly kissed the officer's knuckles. "I can show you a good time, you know," he winked, voice glazed in honey.

The detective's eyes snapped open before he quickly pulled his hand away from the emerald-eyed man. "Look, you seem like a nice dude, but I—"

"He's spoken for," Richard snarled from behind the brunet.

Dread draped over Jack's face as he analyzed the android's vicious glare and red LED. "O-oh," he cleared his throat, "I apologize," he stated in fright, "I had no idea he was already taken."

Before Gavin had a chance to speak for himself, RK900 intervened. "He is," he said, placing a hand on the detective's shoulder. "Now disappear if you know what's good for you," the machine warned, eyes locked on the other man.

Jack did exactly what Richard advised and immediately scuttled to his feet. Without saying another word, he dashed out of there with a pale face and racing heart.

Gavin blinked slowly for several seconds before furrowing his brows. He turned to face Richard, "I can speak for myself," he stated with a sour cadence.

RK900 stared at his counterpart through lidded eyes, his LED reverting to a calm blue. He inched closer to the brunet.

"Hey," Gavin placed a hand on the android's chest, "The fuck're you doi—"

Richard sealed the gap between his and the detective's lips. He then placed his free hand behind his partner's neck, eliciting a small moan from the officer.

Gavin inhaled sharply as he felt the android's tongue press into his own. He arched his brows as he felt his cheeks flush in excitement. He quickly pulled away, turning his face to the side to stop the android from continuing. The brunet took a moment to catch his breath, "The hell was that about?"

The machine curled his mouth into a smile, "I can be territorial at times."

The detective's eyes rounded. He then let out an irked grumble before snatching his drink out of his partner's hand. "Bastard," he whispered under his breath before downing the shot of whiskey.

Richard watched Gavin shiver, his expression changing to one of disgust as he swallowed the bourbon. "Any sign of the sergeant while I was gone?" he raised a brow.

Gavin wiped at his mouth before peering at his partner, "No," he shook his head, "And I'm starting to get really fuckin' worried."

RK900 let out a barely audible sigh, "Perhaps he's waiting for Kamski and Chloe to present themselves. They are his next target after all," he noted.

The detective shook his head,"No, no, we have to find him before that happe—"

"Ladies and gentlemen!" a grandeur voice emanated from the loudspeakers. "Thank you all so much for coming to spend Valentine's evening with all of us at the Kamski mansion."

Gavin's mouth was left ajar as fear engulfed his being, "Oh God, no."

"Thank you all for being so patient with our staff as we work to prepare an unforgettable experience that will shape your memories for years to come," the voice continued with epic cadence.

Sweat began beading on the detective's forehead as his eyes remained locked on the spotlights pointed to center stage. "Once that curtain lifts," Gavin tried to keep calm, "It's over."

"Not necessarily," Richard began, "Let's think about this for a minute," he glanced at Gavin, "There are no high beams near the ceiling," he pointed up with a finger.

"What's your point, tin can?"

"My point is that if John were to attack or attempt to shoot Chloe," he paused as he parse through his many thoughts, "He'd have to do it from ground level, closer to the stage," he motioned with his head. "Come," he hurriedly gestured, "We have to get nearer than this."

"You do realize that if we don't react fast enou—"

"We will, detective," Richard reassured, "When the curtain lifts, we'll have, at minimum, a few seconds to scan the crowd hovering near the stage for any sudden movements."

"Then what?" Gavin grabbed RK900's hand to stop him from moving forward, "We take out our guns and point it into a crowd of thousands?" he asked sarcastically, "Weren't you the one who said not to do that?"

The machine remained mute momentarily then opened his mouth, "If we're close enough, I can tackle him to the ground."

Gavin's eyes rounded, "But you could get hurt!"

"That's the least of our worries, Gavin."

The brunet retracted his head, stunned by the android's declaration. "No," he shook his head, "No fucking way am I letting you take a bullet for my brother's sake!"

"He's not just your brother," RK900 clarified.

Gavin lifted his chin but maintained eye contact with his partner.

"If something happens to Chloe, it will be a televised, international catastrophe," the android stressed with furrowed brows, "I can't let that happen."

"Fuck that!" the detective's grip on the android's sleeve tightened, "I'm not going to just le—"

"Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, it is with all the pleasure in the world, I present to you," the voice paused as people inched closer to the stage in awe and excitement, "Mr. Elijah Kamski and his gorgeous, blue-eyed beauty, Chloe!"

The crowd burst with applause and celebration as the curtain lifted to reveal a smug-looking Kamski and an emotionless Chloe at his side.

Both Richard and Gavin's gaze shifted from the stage to the never-ending sea of people who were all mesmerized by the android inventor and his loyal lady.

"Do you see anything?" the brunet asked as his eyes surveyed the room.

RK900's gaze darted from person to person as he tried to catch any unusual movement. "No," he shook his head, "No, I don't see him," he continued to examine the ballroom.

Gavin's breathing started becoming erratic, "Where the fuck is he?!" he shouted.

"Thank you, thank you," Elijah bowed to the crowd, "It truly means so much seeing such radiant faces decorating this room tonight," he smiled just enough to show some teeth, "Now as you all know, tonight is an evening dedicated to love, lust, passion and the like," he turned to meet the gaze of his never-withering flower, "Tonight we celebrate my Chloe together." Kamski gripped RT600's chin, "My beautiful Chloe," he kissed her forehead.

Gavin blinked a few times, breathing still audible as he tried to spot alien movement in the audience, "He would've done something by now."

"Don't let your guard down," Richard warned, "Keep searching and follow me," he stated before pushing and shoving through the numerous millionaires and white collar criminals.

"I'd like to invite all couples to the dance floor," Kamski shouted with an elated expression, "Please, escort your significant other to the center of the ballroom for a waltz."

The detective winced as he felt pain in his chest. His speed-walking quickly slowed as his bluchers dragged against the polished wooden floor.

The android turned around to face his partner. "Gavin?" he scanned his counterpart's vitals, "Gavin, what is it? What's wrong?" he brought a hand to the brunet's face.

"I can't….I can't breathe," the shorter of the two barely managed to voice, "I-I think I'm fucking dying…am I? I'm dying, aren't I?" he asked with a nervous laugh.

Richard loosened the detective's bow tie, "You're not dying," he ran a hand through Gavin's hair, "You're having a panic attack."

"I'm—" the detective twisted his face in agony, "I'm gonna fucking pass out."

"Stay with me," RK900's LED spun crimson, "You're okay, Gavin," he assisted the brunet back to an upright position. "I promise, everything's alright, I just need you to stay calm and focus on me," the machine pleaded, eyes gleaming with concern.

"Please, ladies and gentlemen," Kamski insisted, "There's no need to be timid," he chuckled as Aram Khachaturian's Masquerade Waltz filled the room. "Come dance!" he motioned with a hand along to the passion of the music's intro.

It was as if a spell came over the crowds of debonair men and women as pairs began branching off toward the dance floor.

Richard's gaze drifted from Elijah and Chloe, to Gavin, then to the jubilant couples making their way to the center of the ballroom to begin the waltz. The android's LED regressed to a hypnotic yellow as he turned to his colleague, "Let's dance," he suggested.

"H-huh?" Gavin looked at the android with fear in his eyes while still trying to regulate his breathing.

"Take my hand, detective," Richard stretched out his arm.

"Are you crazy? Why on earth would we dance now?" the brunet pushed his partner's hand away, "Miller could be anywhere and you're suggesting we fucking dance?"

"I have a way of luring him out and calming you down at the same time but my plan won't work unless we dance," RK900 grabbed the detective's hand.

"No, no!" Gavin jerked out of his colleague's grasp, "I can't," he shook his head, heart pounding against his chest, "I can't," he repeated.

Richard lowered his lids, "Detective," he caressed Gavin's cheek, "You trust me, don't you?"

Gavin's eyes rounded before he met the android's stare. He was hesitant but eventually opened his mouth, "I do."

"Then take my hand," the android once again stretched out his arm.

Gavin drew his brows together before blush dominated his features. "I d-don't know how to dance," he expressed with searing cheeks.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about," Richard stated, infatuated by his partner's captivating behavior, "Just follow my lead," he gripped the brunet's hand.

Both men remained vigilant as they moved to the center of the room. Gavin kept an eye on Kamski and Chloe on stage while Richard continued to survey the area for John.

"I don't know how I feel about this," the shorter of the two expressed with doubt, "This seems like a really stupid fucking idea."

The pair stopped in the center. RK900 drew the brunet closer to him and placed his right hand on Gavin's waist.

The detective let out a small yelp before glancing up at his counterpart with a flushed face.

"You have to trust me," the machine emphasized.

Gavin blinked several times then swallowed. "Okay," he nodded as he placed his left hand on the android's shoulder.

The waltz was about two minutes in and the music was oozing with passion, each note causing the brunet's heart to flutter. Then, it was as if time had slowed.

Gavin was swept off his feet, his breath hitching in his throat as the two men began their dance. He immediately looked to his feet while trying to match the rhythm of his partner and the music playing around them.

"Your heart is racing," Richard stated with a suggestive smirk.

"I have over thirty reasons why my heart's about to burst. Which do you wanna hear about?" the detective bitterly glared at his partner.

The android let out a soft chuckle before pressing the brunet closer. He leaned in and tucked hair behind Gavin's ear, "Don't think," he whispered. "Just focus on me," Richard expressed with piercing blue eyes.

The detective felt his face heat up as a result of the android's demand. He tried to slow his breathing down to a normal pace before heeding the machine's words. "Okay," he exhaled, "Only focus on you," he nodded.

Richard took the lead as he initiated the turns and dips that fit the rhythm of Khachaturian's piece, all while maintaining eye contact with his enchanted counterpart.

Gavin loosened his grip on the android's shoulder as he began to relax a bit. He let Richard guide him with each step while the officer's bluchers rubbed and smeared against the polished floor. Goosebumps formed on the brunet's skin as he found the music to be absolutely exhilarating.

"You're doing wonderful, Gavin," the machine praised with a kind cadence.

"I-I'm just trying to keep up," the detective stated, pink cheeks highlighting the greyness of his eyes.

RK900 smiled just enough to show some teeth. He perked up as the music began ramping up.

Gavin gasped as his partner picked up the pace, initiating more challenging twists and turns. "Slow down, tin can," he stated in an alarmed tone, "I'm gonna trip over my own feet," he warned.

"You won't," Richard tilted the detective's chin to meet his gaze, "Just look here, not to the ground," he advised with a soothing voice.

The brunet blinked a few times before lowering his lids and following RK900's demand. Blush spread to the tips of his ears as he felt the android press further into him. It would be a lie to say Gavin wasn't turned on by the proximity of his counterpart. He arched his brows before embracing the closeness of the android, huffing against his partner's neck.

Richard flinched as he felt Gavin's hot breath hit his skin. With hungry eyes, he licked his upper lip and slid a leg in between the brunet's, causing the latter to let out a soft moan.

"You son of a—ah!"

RK900 dipped the detective and quickly snapped him back into his grasp. "Who said you can't dance?" he winked.

Gavin let out an irritated grumble as he continued to follow his partner's steps. "Conceited, anxiety-inducing—"

"I love you, Gavin," Richard slid his hand down the brunet's waist.

The officer's eyes shot open as the android's sincere expression nearly made his brain combust.

"So, so much," RK900 pecked the brunet on the lips.

Before the detective had the chance to say something, he quickly heard the climax of the waltz approaching. He was once more led by his other half to perform more ambitious moves.

Both men melted into each other's arms as the android ended the passionate performance by spinning the brunet and cocking him back into his arms.

There they stood, gazing into each other's lively features. After a few seconds of only hearing Gavin's heavy breathing, the officers both looked up at the hundreds of men and women who remained frozen in awe—their mouths agape and eyes wide in bewilderment.

Richard slowly released Gavin from his arms but maintained his gentle grip on the brunet's hand as they both scanned the various dumbfounded expressions staring back at them.

Suddenly, the room filled with applause and tears as groups of people cheered for the marvelous performance Gavin and Richard put on.

The detective's eyes rounded as he couldn't believe the audience's response. His mouth curled into a small smile before looking to his counterpart. "Holy shit," he chuckled, "They're clapping at us," he blinked a few times in disbelief. "I can't belie—"

"Gavin?"

The brunet's neck snapped forward as the cadence of the disembodied voice sounded all too familiar. His eyes darted to the stage where Chloe was seen alone, standing perfectly still, arms over her chest. "Oh no," he shut his eyes before arching his brows and turning to face the voice.

"My God," Eli whispered in shock, "It really is you," he shook his head.

Richard cocked his brows, surprised that Elijah realized his brother even through the mask Gavin was wearing.

"It's been so long," Kamski smiled before glancing at Richard. "Oh?" he chuckled, "An RK900?" he looked to Gavin before gazing back at the attractive android, "Is he a colleague? Or a lover perhaps."

"Three years of no contact and this is how you talk to me?" Gavin snapped, face beaming with anger.

"Three years of not answering my calls and this is how we meet?" Eli placed a hand on his hip, "Two can play at this game, brother."

The detective dug his nails into his palms as his knuckles turned white in the process, "You're lucky there're people around, asshole," he bared teeth, "I would've shoved my foot so far up your ass, you would've been tying my laces with your fuckin' tongue."

"Ouch," Kamski brought a hand to his chest, "That hurts, Gav," he pouted. "Regardless, I'm happy yo—"

"Gavin!" Reggie jogged over to the three.

"Oh God," the brunet pinched the skin between his brows, "So much for subtly," he sighed.

Richard's eyes went from Mr. Sanders to Chloe who was standing on the stage by herself. He then looked into the audience to scan for any unusual movement but again, he saw nothing. "Detective," he placed a hand on the brunet's shoulder, "I don't think the sergeant ever showed up to the ball," he expressed, LED locked at a yellow color.

"Huh?" the detective knit his brows, "That's not possible," he dismissed with a hand. "Don't you remember what Cassiki said? Someone by the name of John Miller signed in with a bodyguard model and got inside."

"John Miller?" Elijah crossed his arms over his chest, "Who's that?"

"Is that Garrett's killer? Is that the bastard who took him away from me?" Reggie asked, desperation evident in tone.

The ballroom was death quiet all expect for the sensitive conversation taking place amongst the four gentlemen.

Gavin eyed the audience of men and women who were listening in intently. "Now's really not the fucking time for this conversation," he hissed at the men.

Suddenly, a hurried set of footsteps were heard from across the room. Gavin and Richard cocked their heads to the right only to see a heavy-set man in a mask running up the stairs.

"Rich," the brunet vigorously tapped the android's chest, "Richie!" he tugged at RK900's blazer, "Run!" he motioned, "Run!" he shouted.

Richard immediately sprinted through the large group of people who stood in between him and the suspect.

Just as the detective was about to join his partner, Kamski grabbed him by the wrist. "Gavin, what the hell's going on?" he asked, clearly perturbed.

"Do me a favor," the brunet barked, "Stay in your world where everything's all rainbows and sunshine all the fuckin' time, and I'll stay in my world—the real world," he jerked his hand away from his brother. "And you," he pointed to Reggie, "You stay out of this, you hear me? Stay out of this and stay safe, damn it!" he yelled before turning around and running after his counterpart.

The detective watched as RK900 ran up the stairs and into the stairwell entrance. He tried his best to catch up to the machine but Richard was too fast.

"Rooftop, detective!" the android shouted right before dashing out of the ballroom.

"Move!" Gavin pushed through the crowd, "Move it!" he shouted in a more pressing manner as he finally broke through the human barrier and headed upstairs. "Rooftop, rooftop," he repeated to himself while barging through the entrance and into the stairwell.

It took the brunet a little over five minutes to reach the rooftop entrance. He kicked the door down and took out his Glock from his holster as he cautiously made his way outside. After a brief minute of scouting around, he caught sight of his partner who had a gun pointed at the suspect. Gavin quickly made his way to his counterpart, while having his weapon also aimed at John.

"It's not him," Richard stated in anger, "It's not the sergeant."

Gavin's eyes snapped open, "What?"

"P-please, don't shoot me," the man from across the roof pleaded. "My name is Scott," he dropped to his knees as he shakily removed his mask, "I-I was paid to pretend to be John Miller" he brought his hands in the air, "A-and run to the rooftop around eleven o'clock….that's what he said," Scott stated with a pitiful expression. "Please don't kill me," his voice trembled, "I got kids, please" he began to sob hysterically, "I- I j-just really needed the m-money."

Gavin couldn't believe his ears. Billions of thoughts flooded his brain as he tried to comprehend the situation he was thrusted into. He firmly pointed his gun at the hefty man, "How'd you get in? How did you get into the fucking ball?!" he yelled, eyes filled with rage.

"I was told to meet two androids a-at the s-side entrance," Scott lowered his head, "God, p-please just let me live."

Richard lowered his weapon, "Side entrance?"

"Fuck!" Gavin brought both hands to his face, "Shit!" he stomped the ground, "Those fucking GS200 models!"

Just then, Gavin's handheld transceiver went off. "Central this is dispatch, we got a 10-31, break-in and possible 10-16 at 6390 Breyer Avenue, near the Detroit Opera House."

The brunet's eyes widened in horror as his face turned completely pale. "Oh my God," he immediately grabbed his radio and brought it closer to his lips, "Dispatch, 10-69. This is Detective Gavin Reed. Richard and I are en route," he ended the transmission with a huff.

"Gavin," Richard looked over to his counterpart with concern.

"He broke into my father's place," his gaze darted from a distressed Scott to a worried Richard, "He knows I'm Kamski's brother." As the detective finished his sentence, his phone buzzed in his back pocket. Gavin drew his upper lip between his teeth before reaching in his pants and pulling out his phone only to be greeted by a text from John.

Nice try, kid.