Have hope, Connor! He'll be coming back soon.

It was the same old line he kept repeating to himself. To others, it would be a lost cause to keep pushing on. But for this RK800, there wasn't a chance he was giving up this easily. Not now, not yet.
A simple noise disturbance call had gotten them out here. They were brought to an old, rotting, run-down house. Connor should've been more cautious. Hank decided to go right in, thinking it was the perfect place for some teenagers to spend their weekend. He wasn't wrong.

Keep holding on, Connor. He'll be here soon!

A short while ago, Connor had decided to stop moving. Three bullets were lodged in his chest, causing excessive amounts of thirium to flow out of the wounds. Why risk moving even more, and spilling more blue blood?
Connor called for backup as soon as the teens shot him, and as Hank was dragged away by the delinquents.

Help is coming. Hank is on his way, keep holding on!

Connor couldnt push back the panic bubbling up inside of him. Hank was coming, right? He always did!
That's why Connor continued to ignore the timer in the right side of his vision. It was ticking down dangerously low, dangerously quickly. His LED screamed a bright red into the shadows around him.

Have hope, Connor... someone is coming soon.

Connor's audio processors cut out just as he heard sirens in the distance. His vision was the second to go, as the timer ran out.

Have hope, Connor. Just have hope.

Backup arrived soon after a distress call came in from a nearby RK800 Android. What they saw when they arrived at the scene was beyond confusing.
The RK800 laid motionless in a dark, stuffy room. Three bullets were lodged deep in its chest, stained blue blood all over its torso.
Just one room away from the Android, Lieutenant Anderson laid in a pool of his own blood.