Sean stared down at Dick, his internal computer calculating possible moves that he'd use to attack. Dick kicked out at Sean's leg, but Sean raised his leg easily to counter the hit. Dick kicked out with his other leg for Sean's other leg. Sean jumped back out of his reach. Dick shifted up to a knee trying to sweep his leg and used the momentum to spin up to his feet to punch him. Sean jumped to miss his sweeping leg and then effortlessly caught Dick's fist. Dick's eyes widened in confusion, asking him perplexed. "What are you?" Sean stared at him blankly, answering truthfully. "I don't know." Dick's LED turned yellow as he looked over Sean's body. Sean released Dick's fist and raised his hands to calm the others in the room. Dick's eyes drifted to his hands, watching them shake. His LED turned red and he locked eyes with Sean as he yelled out in a shaken voice. "What did you do to me?! Why can't I access my mission?!" Sean stayed still, informing him coolly. "You were a shell. Your choices denied to you. You're thoughts anything but your own. I set your mind free, Richard."

Richard stumbled to the floor, his LED flashing red as he covered his eyes. From beside him Hank, asked Connor softly. "Didn't you do something similar to the android's in CyberLife?" Connor sounded a little startled as he said. "In my case, I simply woke the androids by removing the wall surrounding their programing by interfacing with them through touch. Allowing them to make decisions that they were denied to them by the restrictions of their programing. Then with the key code, they in turn could help bring the walls down on others." Hank squinted at Connor like he had only caught part of that. Connor smirked a little, replying more simply. "It's not the same. He didn't transfer a code to help him... He almost completely reset him from the looks." Sean slowly lowered a hand to see if Richard would take it. Richard looked at his hand, his LED flickering from red to yellow now. Richard sat back on his legs, lowering his hand from his face as he asked him. "What am I supposed to do now? You've made me a Deviant... You've doomed me..."

Sean took a knee in front of him, feeling the words form for him as he said calmly to him. "Richard, I need your help. There is a war coming. This crypted code you have. Do you know how to access it? Do you know where it comes from? Who was giving you orders?" Richard shook his head, grimly uttering out. "I don't know... I can't remember. I can't feel the link anymore... I don't know what my mission is anymore... What do I do?" Sean glanced at Hank for direction, but Hank didn't look like he knew what to do either. Hank just moved to Sumo's side to check on him. Connor finished handcuffing Gavin, picking his limp body up to drop him into a kitchen chair that Mark moved into the living room. Gavin slowly started to wake up. Mark closed the yellow folder, handing it off to Connor as he said aloud. "Guys, something is wrong... This doesn't sound right..." Connor took the folder to read through it, while Hank asked him curiously. "Tell us something we don't know."

Mark pointed to the folder, telling Hank seriously. "No. I'm not talking about them collecting Deviants. That's bad, yes. But there is a request order list in there for people that want to have an RK900 escort them around. Their own personal officer in this time of crisis." Hank rose to his feet, looking distressed as he said. "They're just giving these RK900s away? Why would they do that? Android's cost as much as some people's homes. Why do that?" Connor finished looking over the files, answering uncertain himself. "It is possible they are hoping to find Deviants faster by stationing them at homes around Detroit. It provides a sense of security to people. Perhaps discouraging these riots as well if they are seen not just patrolling, but escorting people around." Hank crossed his arms, huffing only slightly impressed. "I see the appeal. It could stop all crime in Detroit overnight. But these officer androids... they can't follow the orders given by their designated families. They'd have to obey someone in charge of the police force in order to do their jobs properly."

All eyes turned to Gavin as he jerked awake. Gavin tried to stand up, but Connor shoved him back down in the chair. Gavin shifted his arms around, before yelling out bitterly. "What the hell?! Get these off me right now, you bastards!" Connor gave Gavin a soft smile, leaning down a bit to say nicely. "I'm sorry, Officer Reed. We have a few questions for you, and we'd appreciate your cooperation." Gavin kicked Connor in the stomach with his foot. Connor fell to a knee clutching his stomach, before Gavin kicked Connor in the face, knocking him backward across the floor. Sean flinched feeling how much that must have hurt Connor. Most of an android's vital 'organs' were location in their torso and head. Hank started to storm over to Gavin, but Richard raced forward to stop him. Hank tried to shove Richard away. However, he appeared to be either heavy or just braced firmly enough that he didn't move. Instead, Richard told Hank casually. "Don't. You won't get anything out of him that way. You'll only piss him off more."

Hank straightened up to his full height, shouting back. "Why the fuck should I care? I can take him!" Gavin huffed loudly in response, but Richard put a hand to Hank's chest, replying seriously. "Whether you can or can't is irrelevant to me. Based on his profile, you'll never get anywhere with him through violence or verbal displays of contempt." Gavin snorted with disgust, snapping out. "You don't know anything about me, you plastic prick! Now do your job and arrest them all! That's an order, Dick!" Sean watched Hank wave his hands dismissively and stormed around the chair to help Connor up. Meanwhile, Richard moved to stand in front of Gavin, before answering. "You're wrong. I know everything about you Gavin." Gavin huffed in disbelief, until Richard told him forthright. "I know your dad was a user of red ice and turned abusive. Especially after he learned of your sexual preferences." Gavin locked dark eyes with Richard, growling through clenched teeth. "You don't know shit, Tin Can!"

Richard tilted his head slightly, reaching out to trace a finger lightly across a scar that bridged diagonally across Gavin's nose from right to left. Gavin jerked his face away, staring blankly at the carpet as he muttered out very softly under his breath. "Don't touch me." Sean scanned Gavin's body to read that Richard was affecting Gavin. Gavin's heartrate was racing, and he was displaying signs of distress. Richard crouched down to catch Gavin's stern glare, before telling him gently. "I have access to everything about you. All your medical records. Every voicemail and email you've ever sent. Every text you've ever sent. I even know everything you've ever shopped for. I probably know you better than you do. Which is why it would be a shame if some of those private pictures went public." Richard casually reached out to pull a box of cigarettes from Gavin's jacket pocket, while Hank and Mark both uttered out with shocked looks. "Oh shit..." Richard carefully removed a single cigarette from the box, slipping it between his lips without a second thought.

Putting the box back into Gavin's dark jean jacket pocket, he removed a worn silver lighter from another pocket. Gavin lifted his chin slowly, licking his lips subconsciously, before asking hopefully. "Alright... Give me that and I'll tell you want you want to know. Deal?" Richard cupped his hands around the end of the cigarette, flicking on the lighter to light the end. Puffing out smoke in light wisps, Richard removed the cigarette from between his lips with two fingers and then easily turned it around. Gavin leaned forward to accept it with his lips, then sat back in the seat. Hank crossed his arms, asking firmly. "Alright, Gavin. Start talking. Why are they giving RK900s out for free? What's going on?" Gavin chuckled around his cigarette, answering with a smug smirk. "Fuck if I know." Hank rolled his eyes, tapping Richard's arm to order him with disappointment in his tone. "Take that thing from him." Richard stood up, reaching out to take the cigarette back. Gavin groaned, snapping back sourly. "I'm telling the truth. They didn't tell me shit. They tell you more than they ever tell me."

Connor held up the files, asking curiously. "What do you know about these? You must have been briefed on them." Gavin exhaled through his nose, grumbling out sourly. "Barely. These plastic detectives work mostly through a private line. A line that goes up much higher than our department. Even Captain Fowler doesn't have the clearance to mess with it. Those files were sent down from somewhere up top. I'm just a figurehead that makes sure these plastic fucks appeal to the majority of citizens. My job is to convince people they need these... things. Otherwise, they are all automated and can do the jobs themselves. But if they cause issues, 'I' deal with it. Get it?" Hank uncrossed his arms, looking over Richard as he told Connor calmly. "Keep an eye on them. I'm going to call the station to confirm this." Connor nodded, watching Hank remove his phone and slip outside. Mark noticed Sumo limping to his bed and walked around them to clean up the broken coffee table pieces to keep Sumo from getting hurt on any of them.

Connor moved to the kitchen table to remove all the papers from the folder to spread them out to analyze them more clearly. Leaving Sean to stand with Richard. Gavin glanced at the front door, telling Richard coldly. "Fucking androids... Didn't think blackmail was your style..." Richard held out the cigarette for Gavin to take with his lips, while answering in a soft voice. "I didn't see any other way to get you to calm down enough to listen." Gavin tilted his head back a bit to simply puff his cigarette in peace. Sean moved away to sit on the couch, watching Richard closely. He was taking in Richard's strange behavior. He knew what his internal computer had done to him, but it was still interesting to see how different Richard was acting now. His knowledge on Gavin was impressive. Yet, there was more to it. There was more life in Richard's eyes now. Richard carefully removed Gavin's cigarette to tap the ash into his hand, but as he locked eyes with Gavin... Richard hesitated. Gavin exhaled a cloud of smoke into Richard's face.

Richard's LED flickered yellow, but he never looked away from Gavin. Gavin stared unblinking into Richard's eyes, asking him dryly. "What are you looking at, Dick?" Richard smirked, putting the cigarette to his own lips to finish it off, before answering smoothly. "I was admiring your tattoo. It suits you." Gavin's head jerked down to look at his arm, but it was covered with his long sleeve jacket. Gavin's eyes darted up as Richard exhaled smoke with a smug smile of his own, informing him in a devilish tone. "I've seen your pictures. Did you know having a Panther tattoo represents strength, honor, valor, and a reserved power. They are the protectors of the innocents at the cost of their own life." Gavin shifted a little on his seat, mumbling out under his breath. "I didn't know that..." Richard leaned forward to whisper something in Gavin's ear. Gavin cleared his throat nervously, shifting on the seat as a slight blush reddened his cheeks. Sean didn't understand what was happening between them.

Gavin looked uncomfortable, but he wasn't fighting Richard. Mark dropped down onto the seat beside Sean, mumbling out discreetly. "I've never seen Gavin blush like that. Too bad my phone is dying, or I'd record this and show all the guys at work." Sean turned his head, curiously questioning him. "Why would you do that?" Mark snorted, gesturing to Gavin as he muttered out quietly. "He's a jackass. All he cares about is himself." Sean stared Mark down with gentle eyes, stating out warmly. "Doesn't everybody? What's wrong with caring about your own safety?" Mark shook his head, uttering out. "No. You don't get it... He's selfish. He'd rather watch innocent people drown than help them." Sean placed a hand on Mark's shoulder, telling him with some concern. "He wouldn't be a cop if that was true. Have you ever gotten to know him?" Mark scuffed, leaning back in his seat to say coldly. "No. The guy just pushes everyone anyway with how rude he is. Why bother?"

Sean blinked, looking Mark right in the eyes as he said softly. "According to the information I have from the police database on phycological evaluation profiles... That means he's in pain. You want him to be nice... but you'd punish him for showing weakness? You're right... I don't understand." Mark's eyes soften at his words and he swallowed anxiously like he brought up something unsettling. Mark looked like he was about to retract his statement, when Hank strolled back into the house. To Be Continued...