Sean leaned between the seats to see them approaching the Detroit Shipyard. The place looked rather old and worn down. Yet, docked in the harbor was a massive looking freighter. Connor shifted to the edge of his seat as he saw the freshly painted ship. On the side of the ship was a large painted fist within an upside-down triangle in bright blue paint. Written in the same blue paint over the top was the name 'Jericho.' Hank slowed down the car as Gavin slowed down his bike, uttering out confused. "That's not possible... They sank Jericho. I remember seeing it on the news." Connor shook his head, telling Hank seriously. "That's not the same ship. Why would they do this?" Mark peeked over Sean to get a look, before stating out cautiously. "Guys... I recognize that ship. They repainted it, but that's the RMS Embargo. It's a cargo ship." Hank stopped the car short, his eyes locked on the scene before him. Around the ramp to the Jericho ship were stationed armed RK900s.

There were electrical fences set in place and a few ragged looking androids were willingly going up the ramp into the ship. The RK900s were shining something into the eyes of the androids waiting in line, before letting them pass to board. Gavin backed up his bike to Hank's side of the car, waiting for Hank to roll down his window before informing him bluntly. "See? I don't know what you were expecting to find. It's just a sanctuary for Deviants." Hank couldn't take his eyes off the ship as he asked Gavin curiously. "Have you ever been on that ship?" Gavin huffed, gesturing to the RK900s as he replied. "No. It was built to house androids. Why would I go in there?" Hank glanced at Connor, who told Hank aloud. "I don't like it, Lieutenants. Something doesn't feel right. Why would they rename the ship after the one that sank?" Sean pointed to the symbol painted on the ship, asking them all curiously. "What does that mean?" Hank answered slightly distracted. "It's the symbol of the rebellion. Something Markus came up with to bring androids together."

Connor's eyes widened and he turned in the seat so suddenly that Hank jumped. Connor raised a hand to calm Hank, but quickly told them. "I think I get it! That's why they changed it. They are using the symbols to still bring in Deviants!" When they all gave him confused looks, Connor slowed down to explain more clearly. "I found Markus by following a trail of symbols to the docks. The symbols led me to the original ship. The real Jericho. However, according to Markus... He told me that he himself followed the symbols to Jericho after hearing that it was a safe place for androids." Hank straightened up in his seat, while Sean mumbled out to himself. "So, if you both followed them to Jericho... Who made the symbols and spread the rumors?" Connor shrugged, but added in confidently. "I know some of the rumors were past around by the androids that first started the rebellion. A way to bring others in. With androids seeking a safe place from humans, right now. It seems like they are still using the rumors to their advantage in order to continue bringing in Deviants to this new Jericho."

Gavin leaned on the window of Hank's car, asking still confused. "Who's using it to their advantage? The androids? The president? How would they even know about it in the first place?" Connor shifted awkwardly, muttering out softly. "They know about it because I was the one who infiltrated it. I reported it in. Every detail." Gavin smirked to himself, muttering out. "Ya, that's right. The perfect plastic detective." Hank ignored his comment, asking Connor curiously. "Do you think Markus is running this little operation? Rebuilding what he started?" Connor looked out at the ship, dryly answering. "No. Markus wouldn't do this. This feels like a cage... If this was Markus, he'd want to be the first person these lost Deviants would see. He certainly wouldn't let RK900s run everything. This is someone else." Gavin rolled his eyes, retorting a bit snarky. "Or this Markus has changed with the times. He's probably getting ready for a fight." Connor shook his head, firmly replying. "No. Markus would do everything to avoid that."

Gavin shot Connor a sarcastic look, asking him dryly. "Ya? You knew him that well, huh? Tell me, plastic shit. When's the last time you talked to him? Do you even know where he is right now? No? Didn't think so." Hank shot Gavin a dark look, growling out. "That's enough, Gavin. No one knows where Markus is. He's been laying low since his grand speech. No doubt waiting for the president's response. He won't show himself unless he has too." A patrolling drone stopped in its flight pattern to look at them with interest. Hank stiffened in his seat, telling everyone. "Looks like we've got to move." The drone turned on a scanning light to scan them, causing Hank to shift the car out of park. Sean felt an open link and quickly exited the car. Hank and the others yelled at him as he walked out toward the drone. The drone jerked its focus onto Sean as he approached, the scan light washing over him repeatedly as it tried to identify him. Reaching out a calm hand, the drone let out soft whirling noises.

Drones had helped him before. He wondered if this one would. The drone slowly hovered lower and lower. When it was within his reach, he told it sweetly. "It's ok. I won't hurt you. Help me understand this place?" The drone let out soft docile whirling sounds, before drifting closer to touch his fingers cautiously. Sean closed his eyes, feeling the drone shake beneath his fingers. Reaching out through his links, he waited for the drone to lower its own firewalls. He didn't want to hurt it. After a moment, the firewalls lowered to let him in, and Sean bowed his head to process the info the drone shared with him. Security footage. He could see all around the perimeter that was constructed to have only one way in and off the ship. Although, only RK900s ever came off the ship. From the drones patrolling inside the ship, he saw footage of Deviants being forced into containers by RK900s or destroyed if they put up too much of a fight. Using the parts to fix other broken Deviants. They were keeping most of them alive for some reason.

They were containing them. The drone didn't know why. Its only purpose was to warn the RK900s of nearby humans and guide Deviants in. Sean pressed the drone for who gave them the order to do this. Rapidly, a list of names ran by as the drone tried to run up the chain of command to the source. Sean waited patiently, when a single name highlighted on the screen. Elijah Kamski. Sean felt something shove him out of the link, sending up stronger firewalls to block him out as an alarm sounded all around the compound. Staring at the firewall, Sean saw a design of roses. It was unlike any firewall he had ever seen. Backing out of the connection, the drone shot up into the air and Sean bolted back toward the car. Hank was already starting to drive away as RK900s, threw open side gates to chase them. Sean ran as fast as he could to keep up but was falling behind. Ahead of him, Gavin rode beside the car only long enough for Richard to jump into the car. When Richard was in, Gavin yelled out. "I'll get the kid! Don't wait up for us!"

The RK900s were gaining on him fast, when Gavin slowed down enough for him to reach him. Gavin revived the engine, shouting at him. "Hop on!" Sean swung his leg over like he had seen Richard do, wrapping his arms around Gavin's waist. Gavin revived the engine enough to make the back tire slide out a bit, before releasing the brake to gun it. Gavin raced down an alley to and lose them and steer them away from Hank. Sean glanced back to see the RK900s falling back but putting a finger to their ear as they said something inaudible. Gavin dropped off the curb onto the main road and cursed loudly as he turned the bike sharply. Turning onto the road with them was an RK900 on a police bike. Gavin shifted gears, wading between cars at dangerous speeds as the RK900 tailed them with its lights going. Gavin started to cross an intersection, when he made another sharp turn to avoid a second incoming RK900 on a police bike. Gavin tried to gain his speed back as one of the RK900s announced over the speakers of their bikes. "Officer Reed, pull over your vehicle at once. You are transporting an unregistered Deviant android. For your safety turn him over or we will use force."

Gavin chuckled darkly, diverting into another alley as he shouted back at Sean. "What the fuck did you do back there?! Why are they so pissed off?!" Sean shrugged, answering over Gavin's shoulder. "I don't know! I didn't do anything!" Gavin darted down another alley, shouting out bitterly. "You did something!" Behind them, one of the RK900s announced seriously. "This is your last warning, Officer Reed. Will you comply?" Sean tapped Gavin's shoulder, coming up with an idea as he told him quickly. "Gavin, those bikes are CyberLife run, right?" Gavin glanced at the rearview mirror, answering distracted. "Ya, why?!" Sean smirked, telling Gavin confidently. "At the dead end, stop." Gavin's voice sounded perplexed when he asked. "What dead end?!" Shortly after saying it, Gavin cursed loudly and skidded the bike to a stop a few feet before a brick wall. Still behind them, the RK900 didn't slow down. It was going to crash into them. Sean raised a hand toward the bike, connecting to the bikes open link to lock its front brakes.

The front brakes on the RK900's bike locked up, causing the back tire to flip up over the bike. The bike spun out of control, slamming into the walls of the alley, before catching fire and vaulting for them. Sean calculated the trajectory and pushing Gavin's head down as the flaming tire missed his neck by inches. The bike flipped over them and slammed into the wall in a crumpled heap. Falling off the bike, the charred RK900 staggered to his feet, removing his gun from his hip holster. Before he could raise the gun to aim, a 'BANG' rang out in the alley. The RK900's head jerked back as a bullet sized hole suddenly leaked blue blood from its forehead. The RK900 crumpled to the ground and Gavin lowered his smoking gun. Shoving the gun back into his underarm holster. Gavin gave him a slight smirk over his shoulder, uttering out almost impressed. "Nice work, Radiohead." Sean smiled back, replying nicely. "Thanks." Gavin revived the engine, quickly going back out the way they came.

They just made it around the corner of the building, when the second RK900 homed in on the signal from the alley they just left. Sean grinned smugly as he listened to the sirens fading behind them. They had managed to get away from them. Gavin slowed down his speed to blend in with the crowd. Sean was just starting to relax and enjoy his first motorcycle ride, when they passed a street camera and his mind automatically linked to it. Something was using it to watch them, but the signal was too crypted for him to trace it. Glancing around he saw more RK900s on motorcycles and even one in a cop car. Gavin let out another fowl curse, snapping back at him. "You are fucking cursed! You know that?!" Sean wasn't listening, he was trying to calculate possibly routes and ways to lose them. However, almost everywhere had cameras that watched their every move. Whoever was after him, was almost desperate to get him. Leaning over Gavin's shoulder, he told him a bit rushed. "We can't lose them! They're watching us through the street cameras!"

Gavin looked up at a street camera as they passed it, before telling him stone faced. "That so... Hang on. This is going to get rough." Gavin suddenly road up onto a sidewalk, causing people to scatter out across the road or into buildings. Sean couldn't calculate his reason for this. Was he trying to slow the RK900s down with civilians? Gavin suddenly leaned back into him to counterweight the bike as he turned it down a cluster of stairs that went down to the subway. Sean held onto him tightly, warning him seriously. "We won't outrun them this way!" Gavin focused on avoiding people and keeping up his speed as he shouted back. "SHUT UP!" Sean watched Gavin speed through the subway and glanced up at the clock on a pillar. Sean quickly calculated that a subway train was due any minute now. Subway trains had cameras though. This made no sense. Gavin glanced back to see that none of the RK900s had followed them down. Then with a grin, Gavin sped up for the platform.

Sean squeezed Gavin's waist, uttering out a little unsettled. "Gavin?! What are you doing? A train is coming?!" Gavin chuckled, launching the bike off the platform and down onto the tracks as a train horn sounded off. Sean turned around to see it approaching from behind them. Sean huddled against Gavin's back, bracing for impact. The subway train's air brakes sounded, stopping it in just the right spot to seal off the tunnel. Gavin continued to drive through the tunnel and out of sight of the train, before switching off his headlights and navigating into a side tunnel away from the tracks. Sean blinked in shock. None of this was on his blueprints for the city. How did Gavin know about it? Gavin slowed his bike to a stop, shutting off the engine as he told him smugly. "We'll wait them out for a bit down here." Sean climbed off the bike, walking over to a small room as he asked him casually. "What is this place?" Gavin stretched on his bike, answering coolly. "An old subway maintance tunnel. They don't use it anymore. Too outdated now. They just never closed it up for one reason or another."

Sean pushed open the door to the small maintance room and peeked inside. What he saw answered his next question. He was going to ask how Gavin knew about this place, but it was clear enough to him. There were old blankets in the room and a tray with cigarette butts. On the old grey walls were carved markings like someone had been counting something. Glancing back at Gavin, he noticed that he was avoiding his eyes. Gavin was hastily pulling out his cigarettes and his lighter. The way his hands shook told Sean that he was hiding something. Something traumatic maybe? Sean closed the door, reluctantly asking him in a cool voice. "How old were you when you ran away?" Gavin finally looked at him expelling a gust of smoke, before he answered in an undertone. "Fifteen. Look no one knows about this place. So, keep it that way. Got it?" Sean nodded, watching Gavin tense up when he saw a rat. Gavin kicked a rock toward it, causing the rat to squeak with surprise and run away. Sean turned his gaze back to watch Gavin smoke with a shaking hand. It made sense now why Gavin liked cats. To Be Continued...