With the last push that he forced himself to make, he managed to open the steel door of a big air cooler unit; the narrow doors were, of course, used for maintenance and not for keeping deviant androids on the run in safety, but it was the best he could get.
He had to hide.

It was dark, and his temperature sensors all stated obviously: nearly freezing as well. But he was a machine, and that gave him an advantage; if he wasn't going to be found, he could stay there as long as he'd need. The cold would slow down the loss of blue blood, too. That meant he could wait until everything has calmed down; perhaps he could patch himself up roughly, and maybe the parachute meant for him would still be there, waiting safely in a bag they brought... If not, he'd have to find another way out, but it wasn't a problem to worry about at the moment.

He rested his back against the wall and slowly sat down, careful not to let the damage spread by some thoughtless action of his. He had enough to fix by now.
He ran an analysis, and the results came in just as bad as he thought.

SYSTEM STATUS: 68% efficiency.
Biocomponents #d7834 and #h9353 critically damaged.
Thirium level: 12% below the norm; leaks detected. A package refill will be required. Please contact your nearest CyberLife store to set the date for a check-up at soonest possible date.

Right, he thought bitterly. As if it were possible. As if he could just march in there, request a check-up and a couple of spare vials of blue blood. Sometimes things weren't so easy even for regular androids running their errands, let alone deviants that were reported missing.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Just... just a moment. He'd take just a moment, and then figure out what to do next.
He let his thoughts drift away from the situation. He needed a break. It's been such a long day.

***

Markus. That's who he saw as soon as he let himself envelop in darkness.
He did similar things often back in Jericho, before he showed up. Sticking out in a favorite corner of the freighter, leaving his systems on idle, browsing and replaying his memories.
But earlier these were memories of his family, the life he fake-lived before, and now there was this particular, warm curiosity filling his thoughts.

Markus. The leader. The one that would save them all. Somehow he had no doubts about it.

Perhaps he'd come and save him, too.
... What a foolish thought.