Hank's jaw dropped when he saw the three dead androids on the warehouse floor, "Jesus..." he gaped at Henri who was in a state of disarray. Her entire face was stained with streaks of her own blood and her right eye was hollow and dark. In addition to this, Hank noticed the two gunshot wounds that she sustained during the fight; one of which had both blue and red blood surging from it. The illusion of skin that coated her hands had disappeared, revealing her black fists smeared in vibrant ichor.

"Honestly," she blinked at Hank then back at the bodies, "It really isn't as bad as it looks."

"What the fuck, Henri?" Hank paced back and forth in front of her. "What the fuck happened here?"

"I'll have to explain this later," she clutched the edges of her pea-coat and pulled it tightly over her wounds. "I have to go see Jensen. I need you to call in some officers to help clean this up and take the bodies to the morgue."

"No fucking way," Hank stepped up to Henri and stopped her from moving forward. "I'm driving and you're explaining everything."

"Someone needs to deal with this, Hank," Henri indicated at the bodies below. "Obviously, I can't be dealing with this right now."

"I'll call in the officers and let them handle this," Hank spoke as he removed his phone from his winter coat.

Henri vacantly stared at the destroyed RK900s. The fact that they appeared so similar to Connor made her skin crawl. Imagine if these things had ended up roaming the streets en masse as Cyberlife originally conceived?

"Henri?" Hank's voice reached out to Henri through the void. "Let's go. Chris is on his way with a few others."

"Of course," she was awakened from her daydream.

Henri joined Hank out into the grey, winter midnight and she faltered behind him.

"You don't look so good," Hank slowed up and stationed his arm around her shoulders.

"The damage is superficial," she tightly folded her arms over her chest. "But I've never been banged up like this before. At least as far as this type of damage to my bio-components goes. My roof-top dive wasn't nearly as bad."

Hank opened the passenger side door of his car and attempted to assist Henri inside.

"It's okay," she placed her bloodied palm on his torso and nudged him away. "I'm perfectly fine."

Hank creased his brow at her, "If this is perfectly fine to you, I don't want to see what isn't."

"Hmm," she chuckled at him, "Same here."

Hank switched on his car's engine which fought against the freezing night.

"Ever think of getting a self-driving car?" Henri awkwardly propped her body sideways in the seat, "Or maybe just use a police cruiser instead?"

"I don't do well with machines," he gripped the steering wheel and shrugged.

"You seem to do okay with Connor and myself," she tried to grin, but the motion made the split in her head sting.

"To me..." he studied the poor girl. "To me, you and Connor aren't machines, you're people."

"Maybe him a bit more than me," her eyes lowered or, at least, one did.

Hank made his way out of the old industrial district and headed for Kamski's villa, "You need to explain to me what was going on in there. Those androids… Why did they look like Connor? And what was Hollis doing there?"

Henri deeply exhaled, "Hollis found my DNA at the Cyberlife Tower. He was using it to blackmail me into joining this thing… this virus. I had no intentions of letting that happen. And those things that look like Connor..." if she had a human spine, she just might feel chills crawl down it. "You're probably unaware of this, but Connor was just a prototype; he was intended to be one of a kind. He was a prototype for the RK900. If all went well with Connor, these androids would be deployed to assist humans all over the United States in deviant investigations. But as you know, things didn't go as planned with Connor, so RK900 was never approved for production."

Hank squinted at the dark, wintry road before him, "Then why are they being made now?"

"RK900 would have been the most technologically advanced androids Cyberlife ever produced," Henri was starting to feel the burden that having only one human lung was placing on her. "Actually, I was recently upgraded to incorporate the very same parts and technology they were supposed to have. This virus thinks it can use the RK900 to finish off humans once and for all. We have to stop Cyberlife before this is too late."

"Our hands are tied," Hank faintly growled. "We can't just walk into Cyberlife Tower and… And I don't even know what."

"I was thinking sabotage, myself," Henri shifted up in her seat. "All androids are produced in the Tower, we need to sabotage the production line."

"That's insane," Hank took his eyes off the road for a moment and glanced at Henri. "How would we even do that?"

"I have no idea." the sight in her single human eye was becoming more and more blurred. "I'll think of something."


Jensen hurriedly studied Henri up and down, "Take off your coat." but he didn't wait for her to obey; he did it himself.

"Careful, Jensen," Henri flinched when he forcefully removed the jacket from her. "I still have human parts. I'm in pain right now."

Kamski stood next to Hank as the two watched the little scene play out on the floor of Kamski's villa's foyer.

"You're irresponsible, Henri," Jensen yanked up her shirt to inspect her wounds closer. Hank bashfully turned away from this sight, but Kamski did not. "Kamski told me he just recently replaced some of your bio-components."

"It was either this or become a slave to that ungodly virus," Henri was frustrated by Jensen's untraditionally crass bedside manners.

"This kind of damage will take at least a day to repair," Jensen scowled up at her forehead injury. "That doesn't include the days it'll take for the rest of you to heal."

"I'm alive," Henri spoke in a positive tone. "That's something."

"And how long before your dead body turns up at my door?" he roughly tugged her shirt back down. "You think you can just come to us whenever you need a fix-up, is that it?"

"Jensen," Henri squeaked. "I haven't made a habit of this, you know? What's your problem?"

Jensen gave Kamski a cold, hard glare, "I'm just looking out for you."

"What's this about?" Henri also glared at Kamski.

Kamski gestured to himself and lifted his brows, "What did I do?"

Henri placed her palms on the ground and gradually lifted herself up, "What did you say to him, Kamski?"

Jensen leapt up and snatched his fists on Kamski's white bed-shirt, "This fucking creep," he shifted his eyes back to Henri and let go of Kamski's shirt. "Henri, you slept with him. I can't believe you would do that. And how come you never told me?"

Hank's eyes widened and he clasped the back of his own head, "Shit."

Once again holding her broken and bloody wounds, Henri peered at the three men, "Is this really the time to bring this up?"

"You were with the guy for five months," Jensen cried.

"Elijah," Henri snapped in his direction. "Why on Earth did you share this information?"

"That doesn't matter," Jensen barked back at her. "How could you do this, Henri?"

"What?!" she wrapped her arms around herself. "What, instead of you? That's the real question, isn't it? This has nothing to do with me. You just wished it was you instead, huh?" she removed a dirty hand from her clenched body and squeezed Jensen's wrist. "I slept with Elijah a few times, I didn't have this relationship you're imagining, Jensen."

"Henri," Jensen let out a gasp of pain as she began crushing his wrist.

Hank swiftly interjection, "Stop, Henri."

And she released her hold on him. She almost didn't realize herself getting so terribly angry at the situation. But that was Kamski's favourite game: stirring the pot of shit.

Hank sited his back to Henri, creating a protective barrier between her and the childish men, "She already said this isn't why we're here," Hank gave Jensen a black look. "Can you help her or not?"

Kamski smiled and swept Jensen to the side, "Of course we can, Lieutenant. She'll be able and ready by Wednesday morning. I promise you that."

"You gonna be okay?" Hank pivoted to face Henri.

"Yeah, yeah," her face took on a downcast expression. "I'll let you know when everything is okay. Can you tell Connor I'll be alright?"

"I don't think he'll be happy about what you did," Hank patted her arm.

"I suppose not."


"Ms. Bishop, Ms. Bishop," the petite, short-haired, glasses wearing woman squawked as she set foot in Henrietta's office. "I wanted to tell you in person about Connor's successful mission last night."

"Misha," Henri turned in her chair and peered at the distant Detroit skyline. "I do watch the news. And I do get reports."

"I know," Misha attempted to straighten out her dishevelled, light-grey, pantsuit. "I just wanted to tell you in person."

"You said that," Henri rose from her seat and pulled at the bottom of her own suit jacket. "Congratulations are in order."

Misha's face reddened in embarrassment, "Our whole department is going out for drinks tonight, do you want to join us?"

"I'm not a member of your department," Henri's lip curled. "And the success of RK800-"

"Connor," Misha corrected. "Its name is Connor."

"Don't get too attached," Henri stated flatly. "Remember Caleb and Chris? I recall you being very upset when they failed."

"But things are different with Connor," Misha spoke with excitement in her voice. "Of the three prototypes our groups made, Connor had been the successful one. Cyberlife is hoping to send him out for field duty in two months. And get this, he has been approved for reproduction, you know, just in case the worse happens. So even if he does get destroyed, we get another one."

"Wonderful," but Henri didn't agree with this sentiment. Androids were like boxes of tissues to mankind; they were used and wasted so frivolously. "I'm glad things finally worked out for you. I was informed this morning my contract with Cyberlife will not be extended."

"Oh no," Misha pushed up her glasses with her middle finger. "I, umm…. When are you done?"

"End of October," Henri answered. "Now with RK800 on your side, my job here has become redundant."

"Wow," Misha bowed her head. "I'll certainly miss having you around. I don't think I've met anyone more professional in my time here," Misha got closer to Henri as if she had a secret to divulge. "I know it's a bit old-fashioned to be saying this, but it was really great having a tough woman around the office."

"Tough?" Henri tilted her head.

"Like, you know-" Misha shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't," Henri interrupted the anaemic looking woman.

"That's it, like that," her voice was frail. "Like you don't take shit from anyone. You're not afraid of anything."

"I work for the Military, Misha," Henri's stare pierced the girl. "I'm not afraid of a bunch of suits who think they're doing the Lord's work, and I'm not here to take shit from anyone."

"Right!" Misha offered Henri a small cheer for her words. "Exactly, that's exactly what I like about you. But seriously, come for drinks with us. I bet you're a fun person when you get some drink in you." Misha then mistakenly nudged Henri with her elbow and gave her a wink.

"I think not," Henri's response was cold, hurtful. "I'm here to do a job, Misha. I recognize you are a talented and dedicated worked, but I'm not going to be your friend."

"Well," Misha wasn't completely discouraged by Henri. "If you change your mind, the invite stands. It always will."


"Connor?" Henri thought he was the person looming over her when she finally opened her eyes, but she was wrong. It was Jensen.

Jensen glared at her, still feeling shafted over the Kamski situation, "No, it's Jensen. It'll take a few minutes for your new eye to adjust."

"I don't feel so good," she felt nauseous from the anaesthesia and her torso was incredibly sore. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Jensen placed his hand under her back and raised her into seating position, "You're tough, Henri. You'll feel normal in a couple of hours."

"Can I have some water?" her voice cracked as she asked him.

"Uh, yeah," he nodded and handed her a plastic cup of liquid.

She rubbed the ridges of her brow and felt the few stitches over her left eye, "Thanks for everything."

"You were lucky," Jensen's tone with her still resonated its harshness. "Besides your eye and your lung, you didn't suffer any critical damage. If he ending up shooting you in your organic lung, things would have been much more complicated."

"And he didn't," she kicked her feet over the side of the bed while glancing around the room.

"Familiar sight?" Jensen scowled at her. "Been in Elijah's bedroom more than a few times?"

"That's, that's enough," she shook her head in disdain. "Can we not do this?"

Jensen bolted up from the side of the bed and kneaded his palms together, "I just want to know why you did it."

"Jensen," she leaned forward, cradling her head in her lap. "That was a while ago. It doesn't matter anymore. My relationship with that man was a mistake."

Jensen peered out the bedroom window and into the morning's horizon, "What about Connor? You told the Lieutenant to tell him you were alright, and you said his name when you woke up."

"What about Connor?" she lifted her head to Jensen, her arms still resting on her legs. "Why has my life suddenly become about personal relationships? I've told you before, Jensen, none of that matters. I'm here to do a job and that's what I plan on doing."

"Don't you ever think about-" Jensen was visibly perspiring and Henri noticed his heart rate jump. "-just running away? You could just leave and be done with it."

Henri stood up from the bed and scrutinized Jensen, "Leave and be done with it? I owe my life and loyalty to Khatri, what about you?"

"That woman..." Jensen squinted while keeping his face away from Henri. "That woman is a monster, Henri. I could-I could free us. I could take the tracker out of your head and I know some places we could be free..."

"Jensen!" Henri gave the man a firm slap on the face. "You can't be saying things like that. People who run from her don't live to see another day. Is that what you want? And I'm not some girl for you to save and go riding off into the sunset with. My loyalties are with Khatri, and I have half a mind to tell her about this conversation of ours."

"Henri," he clutched the side of his now bruised face; a few tears trickled from his eyes. "I don't want to be a part of this anymore. Can you honestly say you do?"

"I told you that was enough," she took in a long, slow breath. "I have a mission to accomplish and that is what I intend to do."

"Well, yeah," Jensen's face flushed and his tone became heated again. "In the end, it might just cost you your life anyway. I don't want to be around to watch you die."

"And if you leave," her eyebrows raised at him. "If you leave, that'll be the end of your life. I don't want to be the person to do that."

"Jesus, Henri," Jensen nodded his head back and forth in disapproval. "I didn't realize you'd do anything for her. Maybe I hadn't realized how much of a monster you really had become, maybe I didn't-"

"No," she stopped him. "Don't you treat me like an animal now. Is that how you see me? Because I'm a good soldier, because I'm loyal, I'm a monster?"

"I thought you were better than that, is all," he furrowed his brow and bobbed his head again. "I thought you were better."

"Jensen, I-"

But before she could finish, Kamski opened the bedroom door, "You have a visitor." Kamski waved Connor into the room.

Connor observed the increased heart rate in Jensen, he also noticed the man's red, swollen face, "Is everything alright?"

"Good question," Kamski regarded the two with a disturbed grin. "Things are far from perfect in Wonderland?"

Henri blankly gazed at Kamski, "Everything's fine." her eyes moved to Connor, "I'm assuming you're here to get me."

"I was here yesterday, but Dr. Polanski said the operation was taking longer than he originally projected it would," Connor felt his arrival was a bit awkward for everyone. "He told me to come back this morning. You appear to be healthy, Henri."

"More or less," she said as she walked by Jensen and over to Connor.

Jensen swiftly snatched a bottle of pills from the nightstand, "You should take these," he tossed them to Henri whom easily caught them. "You'll likely experience some pain for the next few days, those should abide it until then."

Henri slowly turned her face up to Connor, "We should go. I think I've had enough of this place." she craned her head back towards Kamski, "I'll need to borrow that hard drive we gave you. We have a few more androids to collect data from."

The corners of Kamski's lips curled up, "How very exciting. I'm looking forward to seeing what you've found for us. Please, meet me in the foyer, I'll go get it for you."

"Are you sure everything is okay?" Connor inquired as he and Henri left Kamski's room.

Henri crossed over her arms and averted his gaze, "If you don't mind I'm just going to wait in the car."

"Got it," Connor promptly nodded and escorted her out to the foyer.

Jensen eventually came after the two just as Henri had exited the building, "Connor?"

"Yes, Doctor," Connor pivoted on his heels and smiled at the man.

"I'm sure there are many things you don't know about Henri," Jensen pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted. "I don't know… I don't know what else to do for her."

Connor didn't respond, he quizzically stared at Jensen.

"I shouldn't say this," the doctor's hand began trembling and he anxiously plucked at his mouth with his fingertips. "There's this woman… God, I don't know what I'm asking."

Kamski suddenly smacked Jensen's back and gave him a terrible grin, "What are you asking, Jensen?" Kamski waved his arms at Connor, "What are you asking from our friend here? These things are better to not be said out loud." Kamski reached into the pocket of his well-tailored pants and brought out a compact USB. "This is for you, Connor."

"What is it?" Connor asked as he reached out for it.

"A chance at redemption," Kamski dropped the USB into Connor's palm. "But not yours, in case you were wondering. This is a chance at redemption for many deplorable humans. Your lovely creature Henri included. Now it's your turn to free those who have been enslaved by humanity. But in the end, the choice is yours."

Jensen's eyes went wide as sweat dripped from his forehead, "Kamski, what are you doing?"

"I'm only trying to set you free, my friend."


Connor stood in the doorway of Henri's hotel room while fiddling with the small USB.

"What's that?" she spoke as she removed her jacket.

"I'm not sure," Connor peered up at her while raising his brows, placing the object back in his pocket. "How do you feel?"

"Fine, actually," she stood close to Connor, close enough that he could hear her breath. "Things have been a bit rough lately."

"I was worried about you," Connor moved into the room and shut the door behind him. "Hank told me what happened. What you did was dangerous."

"I'm aware," she swivelled around him and rested her back against the door. "I didn't have a choice, Connor. I had to do it alone. Honestly, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. But no matter what, I wasn't going to let that thing infect me."

Connor grasped her shoulders and gazed deeply into her eyes, "As long as you're safe, I'm happy."

This made Henri blush and she moved away from his grasp, "What about the raid?" she delicately changed the subject. "What happened?"

"We were waiting for you," Connor decided to let Henri gain some distance from him. "Hank was insistent about you being personally involved in it, but Gavin is losing his patience for us. We are going tonight with or without you. I would personally advise against you going. You should rest."

"No, no," Henri gently touched the stitches on her brow. "I would like to come. I'm just a bit sore, but the painkillers will deal with that. Seriously, I'm okay."

"If you insist," Connor tried to catch her eye with his winsome android smile. "All I ask is that you don't take any unnecessary risks."

"That's the thing about risks," she offered him a short glance. "They're never unnecessary."

"Can I ask you a personal question?" as Connor said this Henri's eyes darted to him.

"You can ask me anything," she grinned at his sublime face. "Doesn't mean I'll answer."

"Why did you kiss me?" he watched her expression fade from pleased to concerned. "At the bar. What was your reason for doing it?"

"Because," Henri could feel the knot growing in her stomach. That sickness of not knowing what to say, not wanting to admit how you feel. "Because I wanted to."

"But why did you want to?" Connor wasn't planning on letting up until she gave him a clear response.

"Because I like you," she felt like a small child admitting to having a schoolyard crush. "Because you're the most human person I've ever met. When you talk to me, you don't treat me like some sort of mystical being. I'm not a monster or a creature to you. I'm not your slave. I'm… I'm your friend. You and Hank… You've changed me… I can see this life when I look at the two of you. I can see this life where I'm happy. But it's something I can't have."

Connor stared at her and saw the empty, broken person inside her eyes, "You're not a slave Henri, you're free to live your own life."

"No," she tried to suppress the tears she felt welling up at the corners of her eyes. "It's a choice I can't make, Connor. I have to do this."

He lifted up her chin to face him and he brushed a lonely, stray tear away from her cheek. He decided it was his turn to kiss her. Just like the first time, it was unhurried and tender. He could feel the hotness of her lips touching his own; he could feel her smooth, wet tongue inside his mouth. He could feel the tingling sensation that moved across her body.

Little by little, she pulled herself away from him, "Why did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to," and he kissed her again.