They sat in silence for a time, before Mark glanced out the broken window and said aloud. "Don't be surprised if they dismantle you... With the way things are going right now... I barely recognize this world anymore." Sean stared at Mark, asking lightly. "Dismantle me? Why?" Mark let out a heavy sigh, finally looking back at him to say bluntly. "You killed someone and in case you didn't notice back there... People aren't exactly happy about androids being alive right now." Sean turned his head to look at the window, then asked Mark seriously. "Would you be surprised if they ordered YOU to be dismantled?" Mark stiffened in the seat, uttering out under his breath. "If we're being honest, I guess I would." Sean locked eyes with Mark, telling him in a soft voice. "Surely, you know I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

Mark spread his arms across the back of the booth seat, grimly answering. "I don't know what to believe anymore." Sean scanned Mark, getting the sense that Mark was in pain... but not physically. The thought made Sean realize he hadn't diagnosed his own possible damages. Closing his eyes, he ran a full body scan. Everything appeared to be running... but external damage was detected. Sean's eyes shot open and he pulled his jacket back enough to see that his white shirt was stained with blue Thirium. A stray bullet had grazed him. Mark's eyes widened in shock as he leaned forward to ask him in a concerned voice. "You got hit? Are you alright?" Sean set his jacket back in place, stating out calmly. "I'm fine. The bullet didn't do any major damage." Mark slide off his seat to kneel before him. Sean watched blankly as Mark moved his jacket aside to look at it.

He hadn't asked for Mark's help. Yet, he was helping him. Documenting this strange behavior, he listened to Mark tell him seriously. "You may think it's nothing now, until it becomes a bigger issue." Sean watched Mark lift the side of his shirt to look at the wound more closely. With a small smirk, Sean stated out matter-of-factly. "Are you concerned, Stg. Fischbach?" Mark's body stiffened, but he recovered quickly, grumbling out. "Don't make this weird. I simply don't want you to break down before you can recall the incident to my Captain." Sean helped hold his clothes out of Mark's way, upon asking. "Have you repaired many androids?" Mark huffed sarcastically, answering rather bluntly. "Nope. But I'm pretty good with computers. I'm sure I can figure it out." Sean sat very still, watching Mark's fingers inspect the line of damage. After a minute, he casually mentioned aloud. "Do you have a... Main processor or central control device?"

Sean blinked blankly, causing Mark to groan out. "Of course, why did I think you could answer that. I barely know how 'I' work." Mark got up to remove an emergency medical kit from the train's overhead compartment. Sean scanned the box and the items inside. While at the same time watching Mark open the kit to rummage around in it for gauze and tape. As Mark scooted back to tape up his side, he told him sternly. "I don't have the tools here to fix it. We'll have to wait. This should keep you from leaking for now." Sean waited for Mark to finish, before telling him nicely. "Thank you." Mark's eyes stared at him with uncertainly, then he looked away to close the kit, mumbling out under his breath. "Don't mention it." Sean noted it and adjusted his clothes. The train eventually came to a stop, announcing to the passengers what station they were at. Mark jumped to his feet, grabbing Sean's arm to coax him to get up.

Sean followed Mark out of the train and onto the platform. As they walked with the crowd toward the stairs, a few people clipped Mark's shoulder, bitterly muttering to him. "Robo-lover." Mark was clearly mad, but he ignored them. Sean noticed people giving him sour looks too. However, the people in this part of town looked more composed. Walking down the iron steps to the road, Sean saw more people protesting with signs on the street corners. They were a small group, shouting at people that past them or cars that stopped at the light. Mark did his best to avoid everyone that he could. Escorting him through the city at a semi-rushed pace. More people populated the streets as the sun climbed in the sky. By noon, they approached the steps of the station.

Sean kept up with Mark easily as they slipped into the busy station. Phones were ringing off the hook, while officers were huddled over desks with stacks of paperwork. Officer androids rushed through the cluster of human officers delivering papers or coffee. The place was so noisy that Sean couldn't process all the voices and demands. Mark grabbed his wrist to keep him from slowing down or getting lost. Dragging him through the crowd, Mark headed straight for a desk on the far side. The desk had fresh donuts, but no one was here. Mark cursed loudly, asking a passing human officer. "Hey, Miller! Have you seen Lieutenant Anderson today?" Miller slowed for only a moment to answer. "He's in the back with Conner. They just finished interrogating a suspect. If you hurry, you might catch them before they leave for the day." Mark groaned to himself, glancing at the glass office nestled in the center of the station.

Sean scanned the desk, seeing the pictures and news clippings of a young lieutenant Anderson breaking down on a Red Ice network with a select task force. Mark grabbed his arm, dragging Sean away from the desk toward the glass office. They only made it to the stairs, when a man burst from the door, shouting for all to hear. "This is bullshit, Fowler! Just come out an admit it! You're replacing us!" A burly bald black man puffed up his chest in defiance, snapping out. "Watch your mouth, Reed! I don't have a choice. The FBI are giving the orders now. You should be thankful they selected you at all for this task." Reed snorted with disgust, growling out. "First you pair Hank with that metal prick and now you expect me to roll over and do the same? Fuck that! I didn't sign up for this!"

Fowler strolled up closer to Reed, slamming a folder against his chest as he heatedly sneered back. "None of us did! If you don't like it, hand over your badge. I've got bigger issues breathing down my neck. I don't have time to listen to you whine like a child. There are people dying out there! Now get it done! That's an order!" Sean zoomed in on the files white label titled 'Replicant Task Force.' Reed reluctantly stepped back from Fowler, storming down the steps. Reed clipped Mark but stopped in front of Sean to bellow out angrily. "What are you looking at, prick! Get out of my way." Sean side-stepped to avoid confrontation. Reed scoffed at him, muttering as he moved on. "Fucking asshole." Sean's eyes scanned Reed's badge on his belt to learn his name. Gavin Reed. Above them in the doorway, Fowler shouted down to Mark bitterly. "Fischbach! What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be watching over the protest downtown!"

Mark clambered up the steps to inform him in a rushed voice. "I was but a riot broke out. They started attacking officers and Androids. I barely got out of there. I lost..." Mark bowed his head, unable to finish the sentence. Fowler's mood cooled only slightly as he gestured him inside the office. Mark waved for Sean to go in before him, then stepped in so Fowler could close the door. Instantly, the loud ringing phones and voices were dulled. Fowler pointed to a chair, telling Mark as he walked to his own chair. "Take a seat. Tell me what happened and be quick. I'm expecting a call." Sean stood beside Mark's chair, taking in the conversation as they both got comfortable. Fowler had only just sat down, when he noticed Sean and asked curiously. "Why is that here? It's not one of ours." Mark cleared his throat nervously, answering nonchalantly. "It... It saved my life. Plus, it is a witness to the events that transpired." Fowler waved for Mark to start.

Mark quickly recounted the events of the whole incident. While Sean silently took notice that Mark didn't once mention him shooting a man. He had left that part out. Simply going on record to say that the man shot his partner from the other roof, when Sean moved in to save his own life from being the next victim. Sean thought about correcting him... but didn't. Mark must have had his reasons. When he finished, Fowler leaned on his desk to rub his temples. Sean's reading deduced that Fowler was stressed out and possibly overwhelmed. After a long sigh, Fowler told him bluntly. "I'm sorry about your partner. I know you two were close. Take the android to Lieutenant Anderson. Have him make a statement on what happened. Return it wherever it came from... and then I want you to take some time off."

Mark opened his mouth to say something, but Fowler raised his hand abruptly to add out firmly. "Don't argue with me. I'm having a VERY bad day. Just do what I said. Two weeks off. Mourn your friend. You're no good to us in your condition." Mark nodded, slowly rising from the seat. Mark gestured for Sean to follow him to the door and he did without hesitation. The moment Mark reached the door, Fowler curtly stated out. "Things are going to start changing around here... Don't do anything stupid. We need all the officers that we can get." Mark cleared his throat, staring through the glass door as he told Fowler lightly. "Sir, with everything going on. I really think I should stay on. Sitting around at home won't help me." Sean watched Fowler toss a pen onto his desk carelessly, before shaking his head and telling him. "If that is what you want, I won't stop you. BUT one report lands on my desk about you and I'll send you home. Got it?"

Mark gave Fowler a swift nod, then took his leave. Sean followed him back down the steps and through the crowd toward the back of the building. He wanted to ask why Mark hadn't told Captain Fowler the truth, but his eyes were drawn to the small break room. Gavin Reed was furiously yelling something to an android that looked all too familiar to him. An RK900. It stood proudly taking in whatever Gavin was yelling at it without a hint of emotion or care. The moment Sean past the glass window, the RK900's head turned in his direction. Sean quickened his pace to walk up beside Mark, wondering why that thing was here. Mark stopped at a metal door, knocking his knuckles on it. Sean took the moment to look back, seeing the RK900 talking with a fuming Gavin. It wasn't running after him like the one he had seen before... but something about the model unsettled him.

Sean started to turn to inform Mark of this, when the door opened to reveal a scruffy grey-haired man in common retro looking clothes. The man jumped at the sight of him, exclaiming loudly. "JESUS! Now what?!" Mark stood at attention, informing the man respectfully. "Lieutenant Anderson. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I was instructed to-" Lieutenant Anderson raised his mug and pointed to it with narrowed eyes on Mark. Mark cleared his throat awkwardly, taking the mug as he muttered out. "I'll get you coffee first... Right away, Sir." Mark turned on his heel in a disgruntled manner and Sean started to follow only to have a hand grab his arm. Sean glanced back at Lt. Anderson just as he asked him in a drained voice. "Where are you going? Get in here and start talking. Speak slowly... I've been up all night."

Sean was pulled into the room before he got a chance to answer. Wincing slightly as the 'BANG' of the metal door spiked his internal mic. The room was small with a metal table and chairs. While standing in the corner against the wall by the two-way mirror was a semi-familiar looking android. An RK800. The RK800 looked him over suspiciously, before informing Lt. Anderson cautiously. "Hank. I don't recognize this model. Where did it come from?" Sean spun around to leave, only to find his path blocked by Hank. Hank stared him down with a neutral expression, gesturing to a chair as he told him firmly. "I don't know. Let's ask it. Have a seat... S34N." Sean carefully slipped into a seat, answering softly. "My name is Sean." Hank glanced at the RK800, then dropped into a seat across from him to say more friendly. "My apologies. Sean. Now what brings you here?" To Be Continued...