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Lieutenant Anderson’s desk usually remained empty until sometime past noon, or so Connor had been told. However this morning, there was someone waiting for the android assigned to Hank at the Lieutenant's workstation.
The RK800 had predicted that the aging man would spend his night at the bar, drowning his problems in whiskey after the unsuccessful interrogation the night before. The suspect, a HK400 model android [murdered Carlos Ortiz, confirmed deviant; deactivated], had self-destructed quite spectacularly, shooting and deactivating Connor in the process. Thankfully, he had recently uploaded his memory banks to CyberLife, so it was no trouble for him to continue his mission in another RK800 body. It reached all of the psychological criteria to count as a traumatic event for most humans [exposure to violence directed towards humanoid], and the alcoholic police officer seemed to have taken it poorly.
He approached the young woman wearing civilian clothes leaning against the edge of the vacant desk. She was focused on the tablet in her hands, apparently reading over the details of one of her most recent cases. He patiently waited for her to look up at him before speaking.
“Hello, my name is Connor, and I am the android sent by CyberLife to aid in deviant investigations. Are you waiting here for Lieutenant Anderson?”
“Actually, I was waiting for you. The Lieutenant is currently in the hospital.”