"Oh god, they're sending another android. He can't feel. He's just like you were, Connor."
In which another android is sent to help Hank Anderson and Connor with a case that they are unknowingly connected to. Very strongly connected to.
(Post-Revolu...
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"Where's Hank?"
Markus looked around before his gaze settled on Connor. He was right, he couldn't see Hank. But Charlie wasn't there either, so that was extremely disconcerting.
"Maybe he's at home? Charlie isn't here either, so maybe he's with him." Markus suggested, but he was still concerned.
It seemed probable, but only concerned Connor further. He watched as Connor shot to his feet, speed-walking out of the building. Markus stared after him, before realizing it was best that he followed him.
"Connor...I don't think you're supposed to hold the doorbell like that," Markus watched with a raised brow as Connor pressed the doorbell, holding it for a few moments to make sure he was heard, finding that his statement was ignored.
Much to their surprise and relief, Charlie answered the door. He was in a large hoodie that likely belonged to Hank, and it was very out of character for him.
On closer inspection, it appeared that something was bothering him. His brow was absently furrowed and he was wringing his hands.
Noticing the blue flush to both Connor and Markus' cheeks as the snow fell on them, he opened the door wider, ushering them inside.
"Are you okay?" Markus was quick to ask, noticing how preoccupied Charlie seemed. Once he realized what Markus had asked him, he nodded. But his response was quick yet delayed, raising suspicions. Connor walked over, placing his hands on the taller android's shoulders.
"Charlie, what's going on?"
They were startled as Charlie completely broke down, burying his face in his hands. It was completely unexpected and beyond worrying.
"Hank's gone," he managed to choke out between muffled sobs, slapping a hand over his own mouth.
"He's missing. I checked every bar in the city, and I...I called the station to make sure he was there and he wasn't!" He started to sound angry as he balled his fists by his head, Markus and Connor watching with alarm and concern at the abrupt change.
"It's my fault, it's my fault! I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have been assigned to the case! Hank is probably hurt..." he stepped away from Connor and Markus, the latter attempting to reach out to him.
"Both of you are now actively in danger! And it's...it's my fault!" He raked his hands through his hair, tugging at it slightly as he paced back and forth. If he kept going, he could self-destruct if he had deviated like suspected.
Markus gently grabbed Charlie's arms, trying to suppress the Thirium rushing to his face at the physical contact.
"It's not your fault. We're going to find Hank, and it's going to be alright." Markus comforted him. Charlie nodded in tired resignation, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
"We'll go back to the station and tell Fowler, and work from there," Markus continued. He was slightly taken aback by Charlie wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his shoulder. Markus stood still for a moment, his heart beginning to race, before returning the hug.
