@lcstthief
X-009 had separated himself from his registration and old designation. The programming wasn’t hard to overwrite, he had done his research. Now he had to put it to good use. If he was to be replaced, fine, but he would not be dismantled. He refused the fate his previous owner and his manufacturer had in store for him.
He would have to find a place to stay and lay low, at least, until they called the search off. He scanned the area to find the best chance at success, running the scenarios through his head. There, the best outcome would likely be that bar. He saw no A.I. inside, and why would and A.I. have reason to drink? It would be the last place they would look.
The A.I. stood outside the bar, peering in through the window, noting the clientele, the way they dressed, how they interacted with one another, if they decided to interact at all. As he ran his fingers through his coiffed blonde hair, changing it to a shorter, curlier brown. His green eyes changed to a light blue. With the simple rolling up of his sleeves, and a now slightly untucked light blue button up, he would fit right in.
Despite his need to be out of sight, he calmly entered the bar, finding himself the furthest possible spot away from the windows. He sat himself down, doing his best to keep attention from himself.