Simon had to work fast.
He could tell that the police was already in the building, the nervous vibes sent out by other androids in the building told him enough. That, and really, enough time has passed already for DPD to engage in the action.

He tore off the sleeve of his stolen work suit to tie it around the wound, just to stop, or at least slow down the bleeding. There was no choice. He had to jump.
And even if he wouldn't make it, he preferred to die crashing against the grounds than being shot down by the officers on duty. Perhaps the Jericho would at least recover his body, he thought morbidly. Surely no chances for that if he were archived as evidence. Such innocent words for what it was actually like: being deactivated and mounted on a steel frame like some sort of a trophy for hunters.

But he was losing the time. The self-repair program of his model, of this generation, wasn't anywhere near its best, but it was something. They were supposed to last years, right? Doubtful, seeing how planned obsolescence reached one after another, but Cyberlife attempted to at least try and pretend like they're doing something. 
The thirium flow in major tubes surrounding the damage slowed down to a near halt. A couple of communicates popped out, giving not-so-helpful suggestions regarding reaching out and contacting authorized repair centers. Right. Still no.

Now, he really had to hurry. He limped out of the cooling unit, quietly, his steps as light as he could manage while still dragging his leg behind him; he broadcasted a message as far as he could, perhaps some deviant android in the Tower would help, if there was any:

Please. Please, don't let them come to the roof. I'm from Jericho. We sent the message.
I just want to come back.

His message would play on the loop to make sure it reached as far as possible, to the point where it would annoy even himself, and only then had he stopped.
The parachute was now strapped on tightly to his back, and there was no other way out.

His thoughts again trailed away to what he heard about rA9. Some sort of... mechanical deity, as he guessed, a mystic being that was supposed to save them.
Well, if they exist, they better goddamn help me now, he thought.
And then, he jumped.