[unlike gavin, connor's processors are running a mile a minute for different reasons. he's trying to focus on the mission--trying to push through the lingering effects of what he's had to drink. and also unlike gavin, he's moving purely out of a strict half-projected timeline. if they lose this lead they might have just watched another victim slip through their fingers. he won't let that happen.
he's absolutely not catching onto gavin's idea for cover right now--none of that had been part of a cover for him, it had just been an unfortunate side-effect to the drinking. maybe eventually he would have confronted gavin's attitude and insults, and maybe he would have even realized part of it wasn't as hostile as he'd originally estimated. it certainly wouldn't have involved these methods, though. maybe he'll learn his first semblance of shame and failure when he replays the perfectly flawless video of tonight's events. at least he'll never have to worry about memory loss or questioning what was said even if by accident.
his stealth abilities leave a lot to be desired in the moment, connor too focused on keeping their lead. he can hear the android apologizing as it stumbles through the halls and keeps asking where he's being taken, so at least he can keep approximating where they're at for now. it's nothing more than a very ornate hall like the rest of the venue, only the chatter from the party and more of the furnishing is sparse. it's another wing--one he can't make out from his anticipated blueprints because it's too much of a jumble. he's speed-walking--
and he nearly does it right in front of a hired-goon that has his arms folded and is shoved unconvincingly into a too-tight suit to look like just another butler. he can see the other android and two guards on either side holding it--nearly dragging it now--past the man and behind another large door.
connor frowns, knowing his rate of getting caught is imminent if he just keeps standing there. he looks to gavin and then back to the guard across the hall, obviously frustrated with his slow reaction times and lack of anticipated planning. sometimes relying on his software and protocols is still helpful.]
What--shit.
[he grinds it between his teeth with a twist of his jaw.]
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he's absolutely not catching onto gavin's idea for cover right now--none of that had been part of a cover for him, it had just been an unfortunate side-effect to the drinking. maybe eventually he would have confronted gavin's attitude and insults, and maybe he would have even realized part of it wasn't as hostile as he'd originally estimated. it certainly wouldn't have involved these methods, though. maybe he'll learn his first semblance of shame and failure when he replays the perfectly flawless video of tonight's events. at least he'll never have to worry about memory loss or questioning what was said even if by accident.
his stealth abilities leave a lot to be desired in the moment, connor too focused on keeping their lead. he can hear the android apologizing as it stumbles through the halls and keeps asking where he's being taken, so at least he can keep approximating where they're at for now. it's nothing more than a very ornate hall like the rest of the venue, only the chatter from the party and more of the furnishing is sparse. it's another wing--one he can't make out from his anticipated blueprints because it's too much of a jumble. he's speed-walking--
and he nearly does it right in front of a hired-goon that has his arms folded and is shoved unconvincingly into a too-tight suit to look like just another butler. he can see the other android and two guards on either side holding it--nearly dragging it now--past the man and behind another large door.
connor frowns, knowing his rate of getting caught is imminent if he just keeps standing there. he looks to gavin and then back to the guard across the hall, obviously frustrated with his slow reaction times and lack of anticipated planning. sometimes relying on his software and protocols is still helpful.]
What--shit.
[he grinds it between his teeth with a twist of his jaw.]