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You are the first born of Hank Anderson. At the age of twenty-one, you packed up and left home--Living outside of Detroit to leave old m...
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(Time Skip)
I tap my finger against the glass cup, feeling the condensation outside the glass at the tip of my finger. I bring the glass up to my lips and gulp down good amounts of water before I slam the cup down on the table. My eyes look through the window, seeing partial view of the scene. There I see cops swarming up and down the street, people must think some kind police convention is happening. I'm curious what's going on, they're crowding up the motel across the street. Is it another android their looking for? I wonder...
I got up from the booth I was just sitting and make my way out the door, theres no way I can get in-- my eyes scan left and right of the streets. Down to my left was android making its daily routine of picking up the city trash. It was wearing a basic, boxy like grey hat part of the uniform. No traces of it being an android on it, good for me to use. I walk down the street, with my hands inside my pocket. As I got closer to the android my hand reaches out and snatches it away from its head.
(Y/n)- " I need to borrow this-- I'll give it back." I say, as it just glances at me as I place the hat on my head and start to j-walk across the street towards the motel. I stop just a few buildings over-- seeing Hank and Connor just enter the office of the motel. Shit. I can't do my investigating if they're there. I pace back and forth-- thinking of what to do. Do I go in? Do I not? I hate when I don't satisfy my curiosity. I want to find out what's going on in there. I inhale a deep breathe in and let it all out. I'm going in. My feet make its way to the entrance of the motel. Seeing Hank's and Connor's backs. They're talking to the man at the front desk. A couple of officers car blocks the path for anyone to enter. Maybe if I can push through--
(Officer)- " Can we help you?" one asked keeping a close eye on me.Breaking my train of thought to come up with a plan.
(Y/n)- " Uhmm-- I just wanna know what happened? "
(Officer)- " Nothing for you to worry about, keep on walking."
(Y/n)- " But I-- hey! Hey!" the hat on my head was lifted hovering above me. Who the hell--?! I turn around, snatching the hat back-- seeing who saw through my weak disguise. His soft eyes gaze at me, tie perfectly straight. His stance was perfect-- a small curl of his hair hang loosly away from the rest of his short brown hair.
(Y/n)- " Connor!" out comes Hank from the motel office, seeing me set him off.
(Hank)- " (Y/n)? What the hell--"
(Y/n)- " Before you say anything-- I was here first."
(Hank)- " Don't worry guys, she's with me" he addresses the other officers who were curious what's going on.
(Connor)- " (Y/n)" he said greeted politely.
(Hank)- " You can't keep following me and coming to the crime scenes!"
