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RK800-60 slams the deviant into wall with thunderous force, synthetic skin of Connor’s neck melting away under pressure. Streaking up to chin wiping away his human veneer eclipses whatever humanity he believes breathes into him. The original deviant hunter grinds teeth visibly affected. The machine crushing his artificial windpipe sneers, a satisfying smile dancing with his dark eyes.
Both androids lock in this vicious battle. All for one in this nightly terror hangs on balance of two RK800′s.
Connor’s eyes flick sideways. Attempting to find Hank, the lieutenant is still immobile.
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Hank!
“I uploaded your memory.” Sixty hisses, triumphant. Breaking his attention from worthless human, the Cyberlife enforcer relishes victory. Leaning close to meet the equal fire of matching burnish there is an underlying darkness. Seeping out to destroy this defective traitor, he will tear him apart from the inside out. “Y/N,” he drawls sweetly sardonic.
Connor’s gaze wavers. Something strange happens to his insides. They run remarkably chilly. A sensation ripples foreign, suffocating and blinding his system in stress.
Listening to your name on familiar breath sickens him. Out of this thing sent to destroy what he holds dear but he will protect you until he no longer functions.
“Such sweet human flesh,” RK800-60 taunts. His smile waxes vile poetry. A villainous jester curls lips over sharp teeth. Waiting to sink and tear apart 51′s precious piece of humanity. Sixty will love to ravage what is left of your corpse. “I will enjoy sampling as a fine dessert.”
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“Touch Y/N and I will end you!” Connor snarls ferociously. A rumble fiercer than the roar of a lion lashes out against his replacement.
The android gouges fingers into Sixty’s eye socket in a snap from deviancy. Tapping into this weapon he was first created as. Bursting membrane of his doppelganger in a gory flow of thirium ironically produces an agonizing scream from the so-called loyal machine.
