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Personal philosophies and values meant nothing to an android. Only the tasks and duties given out by one's respective owner mattered.
Though he was created with more room for flexibility with his respective AI, Connor was very much dedicated to his mission, whether by that of Amanda, or whatever Hank grumbled out every now and then during investigations.
However, finding himself in the middle of an inferno that threatened to engulf him whole, he was unable to adhere to the lieutenant's growled command of "Connor! Get your ass back here! That club's gonna--!" just before he went and did the exact opposite.
The birthplace of house music, rich with the legacies of music icons and genres, Detroit was known for hosting some of the absolute finest in concerts, especially of the city's underground scene. Creatives gathered to express their art, whether human or android, collaboration or clashes bound to follow, as did a trail of red ice distribution.
And at this particular concert, Detroit Police got the tip that a mass amount of the drug was going to be pushed and smuggled by the concert organizers, the headliner's manager and even some notable individuals posing as fans.
In return, the presence of the police was near instantaneous means to set the venue ablaze, narcotics and consciousness be damned.
Any one who dared to do inside would be absolutely mad.
Pehaps Connor was beginning to show signs of defiance to his own design, but he just could not find it in himself to leave the opening DJ behind, who was rendered unconsciouss due to prolonged exposure to the fire's smoke during the ongoing chaos. The term 'captivated' failed to come to mind when he found himself in a near trance during the live set while he and Hank quietly made their way through the crowd in an attempt to blend in. Often, electronic producers earned themselves ridiculed for being glorified button pressers, but there was something about the way the DJ danced and looked genuinely thrilled to perform that he found to be pleasant.
Connor's hold around your unconscious form strengthened in its grip.
Some of the perpetrators may have escaped due to his choice, but as he carried you in his arms with a protective grip whilst quickly scanning around the burning space of the club, he was not regretful of his decision.
The passage that lead out to the bar and merch area would be your way out.
Upon escape and immediately bringing you over to where one of the many ambulances on site were, Connor expected to be angrily chewed out by Hank.
Which, of course, eventually happened.
However, while he was tasked to help the ambulance workers with laying you down on the stretcher, he was taken aback to feel your hand slowly reached for his before he could pull away.
Wearily, your eyes opened and though you looked to be fatigued, you still managed to offer him a small smile. Your voice faint and airy, you breathed out, "My...hero..."
Connor froze.
His LED switched from blue to yellow.
How nice it felt to hear that.