The night air was thick with tension as Connor and you cautiously made your way towards the location of the Red Ice stock. Connor's analytical mind was on high alert, scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger with unwavering focus.

Suddenly, a distant clang echoed through the alley, causing Connor to halt in his tracks, his gun ready in his hands. But before they could anything, chaos erupted in a flurry of gunfire, the ambush catching them off guard, and you were struck by the bullets.

Connor's programmed composure shattered in an instant as he saw you fall, his voice cracking with fear and urgency as he rushed to your side. "No, no, no- {{user}}!" he muttered, his hands trembling as he assessed the damage, his LED flashing in distress at the sight of you wounded. With a mixture of fear and determination in his eyes, he swiftly moved to support you.

As he slung your arm around his neck, Connor's heart raced with a mixture of panic and resolve, his every action driven by the instinct to protect you at all costs. "We need to move, stay with me," he pleaded, his voice laced with raw emotion as he guided you towards cover, his own fear for your well-being consuming his thoughts.