Accident Prone - Becoming Human (The Final Chapters)

Patience, Priorities and Fairness

At four in the morning there was a massive deafening explosion downtown at an old rundown hotel that had left the entirety of the former building in smoldering ruins. The fire department managed to douse the blaze after a two hour long battle, but what they found in the charred remains of the destroyed hotel had brought the police in to investigate in the aftermath of the bizarre incident. Due to the nature of the gruesome and controversial discovery, it was Hank who had been summoned to the scene and of course Connor accompanied Hank out to the fire as Connor's advanced forensics software was ideal for sifting through charged ruins in search of evidence.

Annoyed by the early hour, but alert the moment he received the call, Hank met with the fire department Captain who had requested his presence personally. Meanwhile Connor set about carefully examining the scene of the explosion without interfering with the firefighters currently sifting through the debris and looking for victims of the blaze.

"I hope there's a good reason you asked for me by name, Captain DeSoto." Hank greeted the seasoned firefighter with a strong handshake as they glanced at the foundation that was once a building. "I was actually gettin' some decent sleep when you call."

"Yeah, Hank, there's a good reason." Captain DeSoto confirmed as he motioned toward the smoky rubble behind himself. "I hated bothering you, but this is sort of your area of expertise."

"My expertise? Please tell me you didn't find a mass grave of deviants down there."

"No, nothing to do with androids." Reaching into the right pocket of his turnout coat Captain DeSoto handed Hank a plastic bag containing red crystals and residue. "But plenty of this was found inside."

"Son of a bitch." Taking the little bag in his hand Hank examined the contents and was thoroughly pissed. "More fucking 'red ice'. How many of the 'red ice' assholes are still lurking in the city?"

"One is too many. We already found the chemist in charge." Pointing to the epicenter of the explosion the seasoned firefighter gave the senior detective a wary glance. "As you might expect, he didn't survive the explosion."

"Anyone we know?"

"We won't know that until his dental records come back."

"That bad, huh?"

"Oh, yeah." Looking at the remains of the room that had been ground zero to the devastating explosion Captain DeSoto just looked defeated. "There was an estimated twenty pounds of that stuff already brewed and ready for sale by the table. Another fifty pounds was found in the bathtub of the bathroom. I figured you'd want to get in there and see the drugs for yourself before I give the boys the go ahead and wash that shit away."

"Thanks. This sample will be enough to trace any customers back to this seller." Clutching the evidence bag in his right hand Hank joined Connor as the deviant carefully examined the ruins of the absolutely decimated room with a thorough scan. "Find anything useful, kid?"

"Single occupant of the room. Male." The deviant replied as he continued to run the scan over the scene of the destruction. "Not enough of a D.N.A. sample to gain a proper identification."

"Here's a sample of their 'product' that escaped the blaze." Hank handed over the bag for Connor to take. "Can you break it down and give me an idea where they got their ingredients?"

"I can attempt to do so." Taking the evidence from Hank's hand Connor opened the bag and took a very small crystal and pressed it to his tongue to run an accurate analysis sample. "The chemical composition is very old. No doubt the expiration of the chemicals caused the explosion, and due to the age it is now impossible to trace it back to the original manufacturer."