The Lines Between [DBH]

Chapter One: A Little Ray of Sunshine

"Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death?" Connor asked the man at the desk across from him. "I really like that music. It's... full of energy..."

Hank looks up to him, eyes still squinting a bit. "You listen to Heavy Metal?"

"Well, I don't really listen to music, as such..." Connor explained. "But I'd like to."

Hank maintained his glare for a brief moment, shaking his head ever-so-slightly before returning to his work.

A silence sat in the air for a brief moment before Hank looked back up to Connor.

"If you want to get into Heavy Metal, I know someone you might like," Hank spoke.

"I'm listening," Connor says, slightly leaning over his desk.

"There's this girl, you might've met her already. Her name is Ray." Hank tells the android across from him. "She has a little band that usually performs in a bar on Saturdays. She took a few days off so she decided to play a few songs tonight. Would you like to tag along?"

Connor considers his options for a few seconds before giving Hank his answer. "Sure, there doesn't seem to be anything prohibiting me from attending with you. I do have one question though."

"And what would that be?" Hank questions, looking at the screen of his desktop.

"What about her makes you think I would like her, or her music?" Connor asks. "I'm not trying to doubt you, I'm just curious."

"Of course you're curious, you're always fuckin' curious about something." Hank murmured under his breath. 

"What did you say, lieutenant?" Connor asks.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I just thought that she has it would be a good way for you to meet one of the other detectives around here, plus she makes good music. She's even got one of those light things you androids have... What're they called?" Hank asked, tapping his temple.

"An LED?" Connor questioned, sliding his chair a little closer. "She's a deviant?!"

"No, no, of course not!" Hank stressed, looking down at an angle. "Well. I don't think she is... Let's just say it's complicated, okay?"

Connor processes everything for a few moments. "I'll look into that later, as for right now, I would like to look to look at any files you have on deviants if you have any."  

"Terminal's on your desk. Knock yourself out." Hank says, directing the android sent by Cyberlife's focus to the said terminal before going back to his own work.

-4:15 pm-

After stopping at the small food truck with 'Chicken Feed' written in neon above it, Hank pulled into the small parking lot of a bar located in a less industrial area.

"This is the place," Hank says before stepping out of the car.

Connor got out as well, following Hank in, catching a glimpse of a paper that read Home of the Garden of Exiles. Live performances every Saturday.  

"Hey Hank, the usual?" The bartender asked Hank when he sat down at the bar. 

"Yea,"  Hank gives him a nod, leaning back in his chair.

"I see you've got an android," The bartender said as he grabbed one of the many bottles of booze. "I don't know whether to be surprised or not."

"No, no, he's not mine," Hank said. "We're supposed to work together to crack a case. That's all."

"Oh," The bartender said, setting Hank's drink in front of him. "Well, regardless of who's it is, there's parking outside."

"Because of my function, I cannot use standard Android parking areas," Connor speaks up, drawing the attention of both men.