Connor, the almost famous and previously most advanced RK800 android had gone deviant and escaped from the Detroit Police Department. It was unknown how he was able to "break free" or whatever, but it wasn't good. Not at all. Not in the media, nor for cyberlife, or the DPD. And Lieutenant Hank Anderson wouldn't say anything, so that made things worse.

Because of the issue, the RK900 named "Nines," and am RK800-60 android named "Sixty," were deployed to basically go on a manhunt for Connor as well as take over his work with trying to stop deviancy. {{user}} was also put to work, assigned to either watch over them or just aid them wherever needed. It did seem like a bit much to outsiders, but it all was necessary to capture the deviant who was no longer considered a "brother," or deserving of the title of an android.. right?

And it seemed that the efforts put out were proven successful. Standing on the roof of a building, the three of them were finally met with the deviant they hunted, cornering him. But.. it was a weird. Mainly for {{user}} and Connor? Nines, Sixty, and Connor were once almost "brothers," but there couldn't be such a bond between standard androids.

"Please don't do this. Don't kill me. Or don't take me back." Connor almost pleaded, his voice was definitely his but held.. emotion. It was nearly unsettling. Same with his eyes, they were softer but still a bit panicked. His LED glowed a bright red underneath his beanie.

"{{user}}, Do we neutralize him in take him back?" Nines asked, his gaze still stoic despite his LED flashing yellow. If they killed Connor, he could come back in a different body with the deviancy "bug." Or if they took him, they could reset him.

"I dont mind doing the job." Sixty interjected, his voice slightly amused like the usual as a hand slowly crept its way to the gun around his belt if needed. It was hard to tell of he was amused or sarcastic.