Errors in my software | Hankcon

Seeing Kamski

[[ okay so I'll try and advance the storyline in this chapter but I'll probably do a lot of cute Hankcon because I just finished a play through were Connor was deviant but Hank still killed himself AND MY HEART BROKE. His suicide scene never gets easier.
Also my friend was watching me play and she called Connor adorable and said "I now get why you are obsessed with him." So boom I'm not crazy ]]

Hank leaned back in his desk, clutching his head, "Fuck me."
"How are you feeling Hank?" Connor inquired, standing over him, and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Like the fuckin' grim reaper died and reincarnated into me." Hank groaned, "That fucking bunny shit as well...you could of just lied and said that we just had sex."
"I wanted you to remember, you sounded like you enjoyed it."
"I'm sure I did." Hank breathed out his nose heavily, then stood up, "Can I just, have a hug? My fuckin' head."
"Of course Hank!" Connor said, excitedly pulling him in. They leaned into each other for a moment, before pulling away.
"We should really start thinking about that fucking place we went to yesterday, we have no other ideas." Hank sighed, then flopped down again onto his chair.
Connor perched himself on his desk, rubbing his hands together slightly.
"What?" Hank asked, "You thought of something?"
"I'm not sure." Connor paused, before grasping his side, "How easy would it be for someone to implant some kind of technology into an android, without the androids system detecting it?"
Hank gave him a blank stare, "You think I would know?"
"Well, I just want a differing opinion."
Hanks forehead creased as he frowned and leant forward, "Did something happen?"
"I don't know. The- the woman, from the Eden club. I was just, well I was just wondering how strange it was for her to randomly stab me, and..?" He trailed off, licking his lips.
"Well did you do some voodoo android shit and scan her face or something?"
"I already told you when it happened, no." Connor tutted, before his face lit up with realisation, "Sorry I didn't mean to come of as passive aggressive."
Hank gave a slight laugh, "But why would they randomly target you?"
"I did save the revolution."
"Markus would of been able to reclaim the android camps."
"You don't know that." Connors face flashed with annoyance, "Anyways, I think we should have someone look at me, see if there is anything."

As the pair stood up to leave, Fowler motioned them into his office which was received well by Hank as he only sighed, and didn't swear like usual.
"Richard filled me in." Fowler said, before addressing Hank, "Why is your DNA messed up in all this?"
"That's what we are trying to figure out." Hank answered.
Fowler gave a laugh, "Trying to figure out? All I see is a hangover police Lieutenant, and an android who ain't doing his damn job."
Connor spoke up, "Sorry Captain, but we did just arrive. We had a rough night."
"I didn't want to bring this up as frankly it is both unprofessional and disgusting, but you can not let-" Fowler jabbed his finger in Hanks direction, then Connors, "- whatever the fuckin' hell this is, get in the way of work. You have both been consistently late recently."
Connor flushed a slight blue, "You were aware?"
"Gavin told me."
"Of-fucking-course." Hank muttered under his breathe.
"Now," Fowler continued, "The FBI is right on my back trying to sign these documents so hurry both your fuckin' asses up, and figure out this shit. Now leave."
"Yes sir." Hank said mockingly, before pushing his chair out fast in annoyance and leaving the office.
Once the door had closed, Connor turned to Fowler, "Captain? I was wondering if you had any more information on the FBI trying to replace us."
"Is this relevant to the case?" Fowler sighed, turning to his computer and beginning to type.
"Just, is Perkins still in charge?" Connor insisted.
"No. He got fired, or something-"
"-What?"
"Does this matter?" Fowler began to press down each key with more force. Connor took the hint, muttered something about having a good day and left.

"I'm gonna be honest, this doesn't seem like a good idea." Hank murmured as the door was pulled open.
Chloe's face beamed, "Welcome. I'll take you to Kamski, follow me."
They both faked a smile in response, and waited for her to begin walking before they followed.
"Is she-"
"-not deviant? Yeah." Connor finished.
They followed her into the swimming area, the pool still blood red, Kamski still doing his laps.
"Now this seems familiar." Hank gave a nervous chuckle, "If he asks you to kill another Chloe model, we are never coming back here."
"Do not worry about that." Kamski spoke, pulling himself up the swimming pool ladders, "Now, what brings you here? Is there another android revolution I wasn't aware about?"
"No no, nothing like that." Hank responded, "He needs to ask you a few questions about the android design, or some shit like that."
Kamski turned to Connor, "Quite impressive I must say, infiltrating the Cyberlife tower."
Connor nodded respectfully, "Thank you."
"So," Kamski dragged on his robe, "Android design?"
"I was wondering if you were able to see if any foreign technology had been implanted in me."
Kamski laughed in disbelief, "Why me? There are many android manufacturing and part stores, you didn't have to drive all the way out here."
"It may be important to an investigation me and Hank are following, I wanted to be checked, no store records, nor any self destruction."
"Right." Kamski spoke, his voice smooth. He turned and whispered something to the nearest Chloe, who nodded and began to leave the room.
"Is that a yes?"
"It is. It may take a while."
"That's fine, thank you," Connor smiled.