Accident Prone - Becoming Human (The Final Chapters)

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It was a calm, peaceful and quiet morning. There had been no sighting of the masked man or any more threats from the group known as Quondam in the past three weeks since the death of Marcia Stack, but that didn't mean the Central Precinct was letting down their guard just yet. The entirety of Detroit was still righteously on edge since the masked man was still on the loose, but the city itself had always been tough and never one to simply roll over and die all because of one crazy person running their mouth. Everyone went about their usual business and refused to show the fear they were undoubtedly feeling during that tense time in the city.

Hank was standing on the back deck of the house watching the sunrise while Sumo roamed the backyard to stretch out his legs while letting out a deep yawn. As the senior detective enjoyed the serene atmosphere of the pleasant dawn he sensed Connor opening the back door to join him outside on the deck.

"Are you okay?" The deviant asked in a level voice as he stood beside Hank to watch the sunrise alongside. "You're not usually awake this early on your days off."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Hank replied with a small nod of his head. "I just couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd come out here and enjoy the view."

"I understand. Stress often affects my rest mode as well."

"Feeling better about what happened a few weeks back?"

"Yes." Connor replied with a sincere tone as he began flexing his hands nervously at his side. "I'm aware that I can't be held accountable for Marcia's actions or the actions of anyone else. I'm okay now and my therapist has helped me accept that it's not wrong to let someone else die in order to keep yourself alive."

"You sure about that?" Hank quickly noticed the way Connor's hands were nervously fidgeting. "You seem like you're still on edge."

"I'm not on edge. I'm just... nervous."

"About what?"

"This year is officially the fourth anniversary of the Revolution." Clenching his hands into fists at his sides Connor tried to stand still but the anxiety in his eyes betrayed his attempts to remain calm. "And Markus contacted me a few minutes ago. He would like to have us both join him, North, Josh and Simon at New Jericho Tower to discuss the events of that night."

"Really? Why not invite us over the previous few years?" Turning around to face his son directly the senior detective gave Connor an intrigued glance. "And why today?"

"I'm not sure. But he's asked if I'd stop by the tower tonight at eight o'clock to speak. Did you want to join me?"

"Sure. I don't really know what was going on from Markus's end of things regarding the Revolution, and I don't trust what the media said about it."

"Do you ever trust the media?"

"Nope. Never have, never will."

Connor smirked at the lighthearted comment as Sumo ran back up onto the deck and pressed his nose against the side of his right hand gently. "I believe that's a good policy to have."

"Damn right." Crossing his arms over his chest Hank flashed Connor a knowing smile. "It's the only way to keep sane these days."

Enjoying the beautiful morning as well, Markus was sitting in the middle of the art studio that still held all of Carl's unfinished pieces of artwork with an unopened box of multicolored oil paints gripped in his hands. It was the very paint that he had picked up for Carl on the final normal day of their lives together before he was forced to seek shelter at Jericho after being scapegoated as the criminal when Leo broke into the house. As he sat alone lost in his thoughts Markus was unaware of North quietly watching him from the wide open doorway leading back into the heart of the gorgeous mansion that he had inherited after Carl's passing.