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Hank watched the tin can stride back to the car and sit inside. Fucking thing walked like it had a shit sitting in it's pants. Maybe the CyberLife workers had spent so long looking at the fucking robots they forgot what a real human looked like.
Hank finished his burger, thanked Greg, and went back to the car. Connor smiled at him as he got in.
"Can you stop that? It's fuckn' weird."
"I.. I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I was just trying to be friendly."
Connor looked thoughtful and fiddled with the coin he had. From the reflection in the window Hank could see the LED was yellow. No idea what that meant, but fuck it. He turned the key and was rewarded with a blaring radio, just like he liked it. Connor had already put the coordinates into the GPS system Hank had gotten from the station. He hadn't used it much before Connor came along, damned thing was too complicated for him to mess with.
The apartment building was one of those places you saw on the news with a headline about bodies in the basement. It was next to the Urban Farms of Detroit, some hippy-dippy plant growing something or other to get fresh vegetables from. Or something. Lots of people liked that a company started growing shit in the middle of the city, so it had gotten pretty big over the years.
Connor stalled out again in the elevator. Fucking thing was a piece of shit. Couldn't even work properly for an entire day.
"I'm sorry, I was making a report to CyberLife."
It must have been nice to be able to do that. Hank could imagine how much different things would be if he could make a report that easily. Actually... he would probably still not turn them in on time. Paperwork was pretty low on his list of priorities, and seeing how even getting out of bed on a bad day was a feat, he bet not a lot would have been different. Maybe before, but...
"Open up! Detroit Police!"
Something crashed. Hank immediately forced the android back and kicked the door down. He cleared the rooms like he had learned in the academy, and waited at the end of the hall for Connor. The prick strolled down the hall after him, not even bothering to look concerned. Fucking thing didn't even have a gun.
Moment of truth. Hank kicked down the door, and... fucking pigeons, everywhere. It took mental thought not to discharge his fucking gun, but he managed. The first thing to hit him was the birds. The second was the stench. It was ghastly. Give him a body, whatever. That he could handle. This shit was something else. Hank could barely see Connor his eyes were watering so bad.
"Found something?"
Connor was obviously unaffected by the smell, so Hank just kinda listened while the kid talked. Connor seemed to recognize this, and told Hank any time he found something of interest. Hank tried to do his part, but ended up with his head out the window half the time. He was about to tell Connor they were leaving when the android came through the ceiling.
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"What are you waiting for?! Chase it!"
Connor didn't need to be told twice. He bolted from the room and pursued. The deviant had gotten quite a head start, but Connor was made for this. He sprinted, sometimes half a step away from falling to his death. His Thirium coursed through him at high speed to respond to the increased power consumption, and Connor wondered if this was similar to how humans felt.
Suddenly Hank was there, then he was falling and the deviant was running again.
CHASE DEVIANT
Back and Forth
Start from the beginning
