Detroit is the ground zero and origin city of Androids. Now its the place you have to call home. There is no choice; your betrayal of the Apex Predators had cost them a pretty paycheque, and living in a city of machines is the safest way for you to...
The popularity of the MARVIN was bringing on a whole lot of other problems to the DCPD, and the confidential knowledge of the Spectre's had the Police on edge.
Androids were still being reported for various incidents such as Assaults and Missing cases, but some were now getting involved with MARVINs.
Such issues brought an almost unecessary pressure on the Detroit Precinct. MARVINs were still rather new to their database and having various problems reported to them out of the general suspicion and paranoia of 'Deviants' only drove their patience into the ground.
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"This is fuckin' ridiculous, even more robotic assholes to deal with." Captain Fowler had summoned Hank to his office again, Connor joining the meeting while the room was sealed off for silence. "Now I'm asking for the third damn time because it's absolute bullshit that it's even come to this. The Informant you wanted turned out to be a fuckin' lunatic. Paperwork to make that murder an isolated incident was harder than it should've been. Better yet, those damn robot soldiers are gone too! Spectres, was it? They're dangerous and are military grade. If they're left running around town on their own, then lots of innocent people will fuckin' die. I saw those specifics, and I don't want to try and explain to the Feds why machines of that caliber are even around in the first place, let alone in my City."
Fowler slammed his hand on the desk in frustration, shaking his head before taking a deep breath. He looked up towards Connor, pointing a finger and rising up to his feet, stepping around the table and sitting on the front of his table. "You said you were going to bring her back here to get some answers." His fingers laced together and rested in his lap. "But you came back empty handed. Care to explain?"
Connor kept his focus on the Captain, while Hank turned his head to look at his partner.
"I couldn't find her. The apartment was vacated upon my visit and inspection proved no trace of living within the past day." His response was precise while his jaw remained clenched.
A lie, partly.
If he were to gain any answers from you, then there had to be leniencies with the information he shared.
Fowler stared him down, and Hank shifted on the side. "You got anything to add to that, Hank?"
