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60 looks quite uncomfortable. There's way too many people here. His LED is flashing red as they move through the crowd together.
((crowd anxiety is bad tonight dkfhdkdh))
At first he didn't notice the Android's LED, a bit too distracted just trying to navigate the crowd. He wasn't much for crowds himself, but usually he could deal with it...but this was a bit much, even for him. He finally glanced around, the red flashing light catching his attention...he seemed to recall Connor telling him once that crowds bothered him.
"You holding up alright?" He asked
Part of him wanted to shove down the feeling and deny that something was wrong. The other part of him desperately wanted out of here. They weren't on a job right now so leaving was a choice. But he couldn't find the words at the moment.
Connor shook his head. He didn't like the flashes of memory it made him see; broken bodies and mechanical hands reaching for him. The sight of so many of his kind surrounding him. The flashing on his temple increased.
That was all he needed to see. It wasn't often 60 was at a loss for words, and between that and the LED, it was time to get away from here. "Alright, come on" He instructed, hand resting on his shoulder to help guide him to a nearby alley for a few moments.
At least they both would get a break from the crowd, hopefully long enough for it to thin out some, and for Connor to gather himself. "We'll wait here for a bit, then we'll head out. I'm Sure Fiona will start eating a couch cushion if we're too late getting home"
60 looks quite uncomfortable. There's way too many people here. His LED is flashing red as they move through the crowd together.
((crowd anxiety is bad tonight dkfhdkdh))
At first he didn't notice the Android's LED, a bit too distracted just trying to navigate the crowd. He wasn't much for crowds himself, but usually he could deal with it...but this was a bit much, even for him. He finally glanced around, the red flashing light catching his attention...he seemed to recall Connor telling him once that crowds bothered him.
"You holding up alright?" He asked
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He swore that android was able to make his steps sound nearly silent, but he had been around 60 enough by now, that he wasn't so easily startled by his sudden appearance. He was mid sip of his morning coffee when Connor came up behind him, a lightly chuckle escaping him at the behavior. "Oh? is that so?"
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This is the most uncalculated, terrible, and terrifying risk he was ever going to take. If this goes wrong, he fully expects to be broken and thrown out in the dump again. But he can't make himself think of what would happen if it did go right...
He glances at David who was looking at something on his tablet next to him on the couch. 60 steeled his resolve and turned to the human. One hand pushed the tablet down while the other cupped the captain's face, pulling him into a kiss.
He was completely unaware of the turmoil going on inside the android in that moment, the human was too focused on the tablet...reviewing a report Malachi had sent him to look over. Even when he was at home, sometimes he couldn't help but bring work home with him it seems...
"Connor? what are you-" He was cut off, his question of why the android was pushing the tablet away, completely forgotten as his eyes widened slightly at the kiss. David doesn't pull away, and he didn't seem to dislike what was going on...there was no tensing or annoyed sounds coming from the human. Sure he was a bit taken aback by the sudden action, and confused on what would prompt the android to do this...but overall, the experience wasn't unpleasant to him. Carefully he moved the tablet to the side, setting it down...the report can be dealt with later.
His headset buzzed to life, the voice of the android on the other end, giving him the all clear. "Roger that" He acknowledged, about to turn to Doc to have him send a message back to Howl that things were wrapped up here...when he heard the android speak up again.
"Shit, Doc we got a man down, lets go" He instructed, the medic following closely behind the captain as he took off towards the androids last known location. Keeping a steady but quick pace, they reached the downed android, the Captain taking just a moment to survey the area as the medic crouched down by Connor.
"Give us a diagnosis, any vital biocomponents damaged?" The medic asked quickly. Captain Allen, once satisfied there really was no threat, put his weapon away and came to crouch by the other two. They both took notice of the leaking thirium "Are you safe to move?"
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"I'm going to shut down in a little more than three minutes if the leak isn't stopped," Connor said, moving his shirt to show the sparking hole in his side. There was a slightly tinny quality to his voice. "The tubing that was damaged is the main thirium line for my system. If it can be patched temporarily it'll buy me some time."
The 800 pressed in the panel and slid it open so that the two could see the damage. "Moving will risk increased hemorrhaging."
"Understood, we won't move you until Doc can stop or slow the bleeding" He nodded towards the medic, getting a nod in return before turning his attention to the android fully. David looked at the hole in Connor's side....a wound like that on a human would have more then likely, taken them out.
"I'm going to attempt to stop the leak, let me know if there are any other leaks in your system I can get to" The medic said, pulling out some android grade sealant he started packing in his med bag. Carefully he reached into the open panel to apply it, making sure not to jostle anything else inside.
Captain Allen watched for a moment before he got on the headset. "I'm going to need two of you to bring a portable stretcher to our location asap" He commanded. They wouldn't try to make the android walk or carrying him, if there ran a risk of more hemorrhaging, but they should be able to move him once the leak was slowed or stopped with a stretcher at least. At least, he hoped so.
"This should hopefully slow the leak until we can get you back to the mobile med-bay, I can replace the damaged part of the line there, once I can get you hooked up" The medic explained "Just need to keep you from bleeding out until we get there"
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He had never been this sick for this long before, and honestly it was starting to agitate him. Even worse, he'd been having to rely on the android for help, when he's normally such an independent man. So of course he had insisted on taking care of himself when the android had gone to the station to check on things for him today.
Next thing he knew, he was coming to in his bed, soothing fingers running thru his hair that threatened to pull him back to sleep, before he woke enough to realize what was going on.
He shifted, but just enough to glance at the android...how long had he been sitting here? "What happened?" He asked.
"I found you collapsed in the kitchen. Your fever spiked. I'm not sure how long you had been there, but your temperature was almost 103° Fahrenheit. I almost call an ambulance..." Honestly he probably should have. But he was hoping that his fever would come down on its own. And it had. Just a little though.
"I was worried," he said, swallowing thickly. If there was any doubt that 60 was a deviant or not, that would clear up now. Especially with how worried and, frankly, emotional he looked. "How do you feel?"
That's right...he had shambled into the kitchen to grab something to drink, and maybe force himself to eat something. He has no idea what time that was, or how long he had been out either...hopefully not that long. He quirked an eyebrow at 60, the logical response would have been to call him an ambulance, if he was found passed out in the kitchen for an undetermined amount of time. But...Connor chose not to call one? strange...either the android determined it was better not to, or there was a more...human reason for it.
"Worried? about me? Guess I can understand why, if I was out cold on the kitchen floor" He took notice of the android's face, how very much human he looked right now...was he really that worried about him? If 60 was a deviant, David wouldn't point it out...he was pretty sure the android may have been in denial of it. The human had suspected Connor was a deviant for a bit now, and that look confirmed it for him. "A little better then before I passed out, guessing my fever must have gone down a little" He paused, a defeated sigh escaping his lips "I guess I won't try that again anytime soon. Sorry for worrying you."
"No lasting effects huh? Well...we'll keep an eye on it, as long as you're functional enough to do what's needed." He didn't like that the shock even had an effect on the android, but it couldn't be helped.
"For now, we'll just proceed as normal. I need to finish up the required paperwork to get you placed in my unit. We'll have to access your skillset as well. I know the RK800 I seen in action, had negotiator skills, so I assume you have that as well...being the same Model after all. But, what else are you capable of?" He liked knowing what everyone in his unit's strengths and weaknesses were, so he could place them accordingly. He already knew he wanted the android onboard as a negotiator, but it always helped to cross train just in case.
"As you may or may not be aware of, the SWAT team is required to complete some pretty rigorous training for the various jobs in the unit." He wasn't sure he needed to explain this to the android, they had a computer for a brain after all, but it was force of habit.
"Of course, captain." He'd have to self monitor as well, making any note of odd changes in behavior or any issues that may come up.
"As you have stated, I am equipped to deal as a negotiator. I am also equipped with pinpoint accuracy and precision with multiple firearms including standard service pistols and rifles. I can act as an infiltrator, marksman, or close quarters combat specialist," the RK800 rattled off. "As I am an android I can outrun most humans, barring high level athletic runners. I also do not require rest, nor do I get tired."
60 was essentially the perfect soldier.
"All of that sounds good on paper, but I will still need to see what you are capable of with my own eyes....its standard procedure I do with any new recruits to the team." He paused, even if the android could easily slot into any role...he would make the final decision where 60 would be best suited into the team, without outshining the other members.
"I demand perfection among my unit, but only with what the team can give me. Everyone has their limits, and I will run under the assumption that androids have their own as well, despite how perfect an android may claim to be."
He caught the androids words, a little smirk threatening to split across his face as he seen Connor pull ahead of him. He knew Androids could surpass what a normal human could do, but this little test gave him an idea of what 60 was able to do.
But that didn't mean he was going to get left in the dirt. He forced on, legs and heart pumping faster to carry him just a little bit faster to catch up with the android. David knew if he pushed farther it would result in injury, he knew his limits, and he knew not to push past those limits...unless he had to.
But still he was able to gain up to and maintain alongside the android, if even for a moment. Once they reached where Fiona had stopped to wait for them, he slowed to a stop. Leaning over, using his hands on his knees for support as he caught his breath. "Not bad" He finally spoke once he was able to.
Connor smiled. It was probably the first genuine smile he'd had. Usually they were fake, plastered on sarcastically. But in this moment his grin was simply from a strange sense of pride in the captain for keeping up with him.
He quickly slowed as they approached Fiona. She was so well trained. 60 had thought she would have taken off again but David had her trained far better than that. He leaned down to take the leash while the human caught his breath.
"I'm impressed. Most humans wouldn't be able to keep pace much less catch up like you had. Then again you aren't most humans," he complimented as he pet Fiona, scratching her under the chin.
He caught a quick glance at that smile, for an android it looked pretty real...maybe it was. Soon as he caught his breathe he straightened back up, hand on his hip...his own smirk spreading across his face. "I'm no superhuman, I just take care of myself and train as often as I can." He paused "But I'll accept your compliment, Connor."
Honestly he was pretty pleased with himself, being able to keep up with an android...considering most tend to surpass what a human can do.
Fiona wagged her tail at the attention, doing her best not to stand and lean against the android for more scratches...she can do that at home. "So, you can go even faster huh? Do androids know their own limits?"
Howl's eyes widened just a little, of course the android would want to keep working...honestly reminded him of the captain in a way. Casually he slung his arm over Connor's shoulder, keeping his voice low to avoid waking the captain. "C'mon Connor, don't you want to come hang out with the squad for a bit? Think of it like....a team building exercise" He tried to convince the android, although he's not too sure if that would work on Connor.
Quietly another member of the unit, 'Doc' came up to remove Howl from the android, tossing him a look before turning to Connor. "You'll have to excuse Malachi...he's a bit of a slacker". The dispatcher giving the medic an incredulous look. "I doubt the Captain will be out long enough to do much anyway, other then some idle chit chat."
Connor narrowed his eyes at the casual gesture. It was still odd to receive such actions from the humans. Maybe they were warming up to him or Howl was just trying to act buddy-buddy to get out of work. As much as he wanted to get to know the team better to build unit cohesion they could do that outside of work. He was about to say something when Doc came over and removed Howl from the android.
He gave a curious head tilt when Malachi basically glared daggers at Doc. Either this was normal behavior for these two or there was a deeper interpersonal conflict. He just shrugged it off for now.
Ah. So it was probably just a quick power nap. Nothing too extensive. "Well, he can do as he wishes and I'll do as I wish then," Connor said, moving back to his own desk.
"Probably for the best, If you ever have any questions about the unit, feel free to ask me...kind of part of my duty to check in on everyone, being the teams main medic after all." Doc offered, normally not one to interact much. "Oh, and I wouldn't mind chatting with you at some point about android repair" He added on, giving Adler a dismissing pat on the shoulder. The dispatcher giving a sigh before going back to his own post, Shortly after, Doc retreated back to his station.
"Getting to know the team a little there, Connor?" The voice of the captain spoke up once 60 had sat back at his desk. Seems his little nap didn't last long at all, he had stirred with Malachi started talking but kept quiet...he had enough trust in his team, that he knew they wouldn't slack off too much. Well...Malachi would have, but he usually got wrangled in easily enough. Otherwise...he would have stepped in to talk to Adler....again.
"When there is this much downtime, I don't mind the team taking a break to just...chat. I find it helps the unit to work better with each other, if they can speak to each other on a personal level. It also lets me see who doesn't work well together, so I can shift the team around accordingly. I do insist they keep personal life and professional separated, however" He explained "Plus, it would be hypocritical of me to chastise them for taking a break...when I'm asleep at my desk, huh?"
It was one of those nights it would seem. He had given up on trying to sleep, after tossing around for way too long, and headed out in the living room. He looked towards the android for a moment before he took the offer to sit down, his massive dog giving the two a huff in annoyance and being shifted around.
"No, it's nothing that's on my mind, Connor. It's just an old wound acting up, reminding me it's there" He started, shifting just enough to turn towards the android, and moving the tank top he slipped on just enough show Connor his left shoulder. An old scar from a bullet wound hidden just beneath the fabric, it had long since healed from the looks of it.
"It healed a long time ago, but I still get the occasional pain from it. Usually its just an annoyance, but very rarely it acts up in a way that interferes with my daily life" He explained.
Connor tilts his head, looking at it curiously. An old bullet wound. Probably from his earlier days as an officer if he had to guess. There would definitely be scarring in the muscle and possibly some on the bone depending on how it hit him.
"I see," he said. "Is there anything you do that can help?"
It actually reminded him of the scar on his forehead. There were days when he was functioning to capacity and there were days when he could barely talk in coherent sentences or control his movements properly... He had some sympathy in that regard for the human.
"I've tried many things through the years to try and avoid the pain flaring up. But, nothing seems to make it go away for good. Part of me has accepted this, as its a nice reminder not to be careless again on the field" He explained. "But, I've learned a few things from the years of physical therapy I had to go to, that has helped a little. Some simple shoulder and arm stretches that can ease it sometimes."
His eyes wondered up to the androids forehead. "It's kind of like how sometimes that chip of yours acts up, if I had to compare it to something. Although...I don't know if there are any exercises you can do, to help with that...or if physical therapy could help androids."
Whatever flu was rampaging around the station was proving to be tougher then he had originally thought. On the positive side, he had been keeping up with the rest of the unit with periodic checks over the phone...at least, when he was awake and aware enough to keep that information. But, because of his insistence on sending them all home....most of them had only got a minor case of it...so they should all bounce back quickly enough.
But, him on the other hand...
He wasn't a man who got sick often, always keeping an eye on things like this to try and avoid it, and more often then not he does. But, on the off chance he does get sick...it tended to put him out for longer then he'd like. A tired groan escaping him when that cool cloth touched his heated neck, his head shifted to open an eye up at the android. Even that seemed to be a struggle as the light hit him, causing him to squint.
"How long was I out for?" He asked, sickness permeating his tone. He would try to move, to sit up...but his canine had other plans, her large frame keeping him mostly pinned down for the time being.
Connor frowned. "It's only been about two hours. I brought you some water," he said, reaching over to pick up the glass and offer it to David. "You should stay hydrated."
It was frustrating that he can't do more. Things like this required rest and time. 60 was a little impatient. He knew the rest of the unit was already well on the mend compared to their captain. It hit the poor human like one of the unit's armored trucks.
Fiona huffed laying her head on David's back. She seemed to be in the same mindset of not allowing him to move around. It was better that way.
"Only two hours?" God it felt way longer then that. He grunted, lifting himself just enough to take the glass and get a drink, before handing it back. True enough, he had to stay hydrated...the best things for beating a sickness like this being rest and fluids. "Thanks Connor".
Frankly he was ready for this to pass, he hated being bed-ridden while the team was without their leader. He wasn't looking forward to the report he was going to have to write up to his Commander either....how he had to dismiss the whole unit because the flu was going around. He looked up at the android's eyes....on the plus side, he could include how the android stepped up to help him out during all this.
"Any word on the rest of the unit?" He could check in himself, but he was sure Fiona would get annoyed with him, if he moved around too much. And...he figured it would be something for the android to do, that wasn't babysitting him.
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Connor wouldn't deny feeling protective of the captain. Hell the longer he was with the unit the more protective he was off all his fellow unit officers. They were out for a "team building exercise" which was just an excuse for the whole unit to go out drinking together. And when he saw David getting hit on he said nothing. His LED turned a deep crimson and he glared at the person flirting with him. Eventually he looked away, staring down at the table as he took a drink of thirium. It wasn't any of his business, now was it?
He was never much for going out to drink, hell he seen what it did to Hank...not that he was against having a few drinks sometimes or anything like that. But, the unit had voted on going out for a few drinks, as was typical for a Friday night....just a way for the team to celebrate getting through another week without issue. Personally he would have preferred they all go see a movie, but he's not one to deny his team.
He glanced up when a random woman, obviously a little too intoxicated...came up to talk to him. It was obvious to him that she was flirting with him, even touching his arm. The captain had no interest in a random hook up....especially when she was so sloshed. He glanced around at his team, ignoring the woman who kept going on and on about god knows what. Eventually his eyes landed on the android, who looked down, but he noticed the color of his LED. He gently turned the drunk woman down, and excused himself, opting for checking in on Connor.
"Not a fan of the bar scene, Connor?" He asked.
The LED turned turned yellow as he took a drink of thirium, trying to shut out the noise of the bar around him. It felt too crowded all of a sudden. It didn't help he was still annoyed about that woman bothering David.
Connor looked up when he heard David come over and speak to him. The circle flashed red a moment before going back to yellow. "No, I'm not. I'm also not a fan of crowds."
He paid close enough attention to that LED on the androids head, to know he was definitely uncomfortable here. "You don't like crowds? Well, Can't say I blame you...a crowded bar isn't my idea of a good time either. But, it's what the rest of the unit voted on this week....so, guess we're both stuck".
He stared down at his own drink for a moment, before finishing it and setting the glass down...he wouldn't order himself another one. "Hey, I'm gonna go step outside to get some air, want to come along? it'll get you away from the crowd for a moment" He offered, already standing back up and heading towards the door...making sure to dodge the people who were far too sloshed to be moving around.
Soon as he was outside he leaned his back against the wall, taking in a long and deep breath, exhaling it slowly. The noise much quieter out here.
60 is currently hiding in a quiet dark bedroom, face buried in a pillow. The only light is coming from his red LED. His chip malfunction decided it was a day to cause him physical pain and make him overly sensitive to lights and sounds.
Odd, he hadn't seen the android most of the day. Sure they both happened to be off today, and Connor can spend it as he pleased...but he had gotten used to the 800 sitting out in the living room with him, usually as both of them read or checked the news. He gave a gentle knock on his door before opening it. First thing he noticed was how dark it was in here, the second was that red LED...usually indicating something was wrong.
"Connor? Something bothering you today?" He asked in his usual tone, unaware of what was going on.
