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"Can't believe they called us out here in the middle of the fuckin' night." Hank grumbled stepping into the house. Connor followed after him, looking around and scanning what he could. Once inside, an officer who was already there came up to them and began to breif them on his knowledge of the situation. The story was that the victim had come home, and through a series yet to be found out events, had gotten attacked by one of his androids. It was long gone by now, and the location of the other was still unknown as well.
After hearing this, Connor started to walk around to inspect things better. When he came close to the stairwell, he spotted a rather large amount of thirium on the wall and floor. It appeared to have splattered in these areas due to brute force on a lower ligiment. The RK800 crouched down and tapped some of the thirium onto his fingers. When he analyzed it, he found it had come from an LS300. An interesting model indeed. This type of android was typically used for child's care and small tasks around the house, but that wasn't the interesting part. When CyberLife designed this android, they wanted it to look very inviting and soft. It was made in the image of a short, very slightly chubby 15 year old girl. Connor looked to his right. There were speckles of thirium forming some kind of trail. Standing, he followed the trail to a door in a dark hall. He looked it over. "Did you find anything, or are you just staring at the fuckin' door?" Hank asked, just making his way over to Connor.
The android decided to not answer that question and grabbed the cold, metal doorknob. Twisting it to the side, he opened the door. On the other side was the LS300. She sat slumped up against an empty bookcase in what appeared to be a closet with a mop and broom being the only other objects in it. She had on a typical LS300 uniform of a black and white shirt with cuffs rolled to the elbows, and black pants and shoes. Her right leg had been broken off at the knee, uselessly still connected by a couple of wires. Blue thirium stained the fabric of her pants and pooled onto the floor beneath her. It also ran down her face from both her nose and the corner of her mouth. The LS300 looked up at Connor as Hank breathed out a "Oh my God..". Her eyes were clouded and her LED was blinking red and yellow. Her round, freckled face had most likely once been such a bright and uplifting sight, but now it only looked pitiful. Connor crouched down to her and scanned her. His retina display informed him that her thirium levels were down to 21%. He slipped his arms under her. "Lieutenant," , he said, picking up the damaged android, "it'll have to be repaired for proper questioning." Hank stared at him for a moment. "You wanna take that thing back to the station to get it fixed?" Connor looked down at the LS300. It's face was slightly scrunched up in a look of thought. It seemed to be trying to comprehend the situation. "Yes. I believe it may hold important information for the case." Hank sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Alright fine. We'll take it with us."
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The door to the room containing the LS300 opened. The CyberLife technician stepped out and looked over at Connor. He took off a pair of thirium stained gloves and stuffed them in his bag. "It's all fixed up now." Connor gave him a slight nod and thanked him before stepping into the room. The LS300 sat on a metal table. She looked up at Connor as he approached her, green eyes watching him carefully. There was a bit of interest in them. He got down on one knee and held her repaired leg. He looked it over, then up at her. "Your repair appears to have been successful." He stated. "Yes." She nodded. The RK800 stood and straightened his jacket. "I shall inform the lieutenant of your repair, then we'd like to ask you a few questions." She looked at him a bit more interested then before. "Ok." With that Connor left to go find Hank.