The Negotiator

This Again

"Is he online?" Turner asks Blax.

"No." Blax replies. "It may be impossible. His makeup is too unique."

"What do you mean?" Hope asks.

"He's made up of human and android parts. He's fully unique."

"So he cant come back." Turner asks.

Hope takes a seat.

"Of all the times I've seen him. This is the worst it's ever been." Blax says to them.

"Fuck, Draven. What did you do?" Hope says crying into her hands.

"What I had to." He whispers out.

"Holy shit." Turner says.

Hope stands and walks over to him. His eyes squint open.

"I'll be okay. I need rest."

"And blood." Blax tells him. "You need some human blood."

"How do we get that?" Turner asks.

"Better pull some strings at a hospital. Or I'll have to buy from the black market." Blax says.

Turner laughs.

"If only I were joking." Blax says.

"Fuck."

Hope holds Draven's hand.

"It doesn't have to be specific blood. My body will adapt." Draven whispers.

"I'll donate!" Hope yells.

"No, you have to go back to work, and do your job." Draven says. He tries to lift his hand, shakily. He gets it to her face and wipes the tears.

"I'll do it. I'll call the night out." Turner says.

"Thank you." Draven tells him nodding.

"Of course. You opened my eyes. Let me help open yours." Turner says sitting down.

"I'll go to the office now, okay?" Hope says to Draven.

Draven slowly nods okay.

"I'll be back after my shift." She says to them.

"See you then." Blax tells her.

Turner makes a call to the precinct as Hope starts to leave. She looks back at Draven as he looks at her too. He lifts his arm slowly, and painfully blows a kiss to her. She catches it and puts it to her lips, and walks out.

"We got one of them in custody." President Clarke tells Hope.

"One of the revolters?"

"That's right." Clarke says to her.

"Where at?"

"They're at the NYPD headquarters. You need to go there. Interrogate the perp, find out what they know."

"Yes, ma'am." Hope agrees. She starts to walk away.

"Hey, you're not excused." Clarke laughs.

"Right, sorry." Hope laughs. "It's been a crazy night."

"Well I'm afraid for you it may be crazier." She pauses. "Director Miller."

"What?!" Hope asks surprised.

"I looked over your files, and your recommendations. You've only worked here a few months but you've done more than any agent in this building. Not in terms of numbers of course, but in impact. However you're going to be a different kind of director."