Hank's ancient blackberry rang mid-swig. "What now?" He sighed in exasperation. He put down his beer and checked the caller ID. Conner.
"I'm gonna have to take this Jim." Jimmy vaguely nodded as Hank stepped outside, the little bell on the bar's door ringing.
Hank brought the cracked phone to his ear.
"Can't a man have a day of pe-"
"Hank. I need you to come quickly-" Conner interrupted, his voice had an odd edge to it that worried Hank.
"Where? What's wrong?"
He heard heavy breathing from the other end. Was that Conner?
"I'm at your house-"
"Why the hell are you there?" Hank scoffed indignantly. They had just had a discussion about breaking and entering.
"I didn't know where else to go!" He heard Sumo bark on the other end. "Something- something's wrong with me Hank." His normally, well, normal voice had a robotic layer to it like he was glitching at intervals. He sounded scared.
"Hold on Conner, hold on, I'm coming. Stay put, ok?"
He heard something clank through the phone.
"I'm trying." He replied.
What the Hell does that mean?
"Taxi!" He flagged down a self-driving black and yellow vehicle. He should have driven his own car. This machine wasn't going to break the speed limit.
The door slid open with a hiss, and an automated woman's voice spoke from the ceiling. "Welcome---Hank Anderson. Where would you like-"
"261 Mack Avenue. As fast as you can."
The car dinged and was off.
Hank looked out at the dimming grey sky.
"I'm coming Conner, I'm coming."
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Become Human Detriot: Connor fights his programming and Hank is there to help
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