Errors in my software | Hankcon

The message

[[ more actual storyline updating. ya yeet hope y'all have had a great day ]]

They arrived at the Detroit station with their arms around each other and walking in parallel, though the mood was quickly ruined by Gavins shouts.
"Where the fuck were you both?" He called down the hallway, walking briskly towards them.
Hank let go of Connor, "What's it to you?"
"Well," Gavin breathed heavily, now standing in front of the pair, "We got an anonymous message."
"Saying?" Connor asked, peering over his shoulder and noticing that his brother was pacing.
"Follow me." Gavin said, his face now clearly white and pale.
The pair did, until Hank was asked by Fowler to stay at his desk, while Connor continued on into the Captains office.
"I don't know what to say," Gavin muttered before leaving, "Just good luck."
Connor nodded, then turned to Fowler, "What is this?"
"We got this voice recording emailed through to us. It sounds fuckin' real." Fowler breathed out loudly, and slouched down in his chair before pressing play and robotic voice escaped the speakers.

Connor Model 313 248 317 51

You should not of removed it.

We shall replace it.

Any other attempt of removing it will result in the elimination of Police Lieutenant Hank Anderson.

The death of Elijah Kamski is the final warning.

The message began to repeat itself, but Fowler clicked and it stopped. That click was the only sound that could be heard for them few moments as it felt as if the entire station was watching him in silence through the glass walls.
Connor cleared his throat, "Can you um track it?"
"No. We tried, and our fuckin software exploded. What the fuck did you remove?"
"It was-" Connor paused, the realisation hitting though when he went to speak again he could only whisper, "-Kamski is dead..?"
"We sent Richard to check as soon as we received it. Shot through the head, his androids had their thirium regulators removed and had shut down." Fowler let out a wavering breathe, "Now Connor what the fuck did you remove?"
Connor stuttered, "I-I don't know, a tracker I t-think."
Instinctively, he backed himself against the wall and lowered himself into a seating position. He didn't really think about it as such, he just knew that he couldn't support himself against the guilt that had accumulated, that was pushing hard against his back and shoulders.

Hank cradled him, rocking slightly. After Connor had collapsed, Hank rushed in and demanded to hear it, though after his wishes were fulfilled he fell silent, and pulled the android into his chest where they had been positioned ever since.
"I won't let you get hurt Hank." Connor said, so quietly it was barely audible.
"Whatever the fuck they put in you, you can't have it back in you." Hank replied, sliding his hand across Connors chin and pulling slightly to gain eye contact.
Connor shuffled, "If I disobey they will kill you."
"But Con! It's probably monitoring you or hacking you or just fuckin' your-"
"I don't care." Connor interrupted, "Any possible outcome of my actions resulting negatively for you, even incredibly minor, I would never risk it. Ever."
Hank was speechless for a moment, but decided not to comment on it, instead changing the subject, "How do you think they'll insert it back in?"
"Stab me again I suppose."

After a few more moments, the two rose and shuffled back to their desks, conscious of the multiple pair of eyes that speared through them. As soon as they were seated, Gavin, Chris and Richard walked over, almost as if they were waiting specifically for this moment.
"Brother, how are you?" Richard asked, his voice smooth with sympathy, as he placed a hand on his shoulder. Connor responded with a slight shrug, unable to communicate vocally with anyone other than Hank.
"I think Hank should always be accompanied." Chris said, walking around and behind his friend, passing him some coffee. Hank gave a slight smile to the gift and took it graciously.
Gavin leaned against the opposite desk, "Why did you never tell us about this tracker?"
Hank spoke for him, "We didn't know until this morning and it's more than a tracker."
"More than a tracker?" Richard inquired.
"Probably monitors him, could take control, some fucked up shit maybe. Who knows?"
Richard gave a slight frown, "How did your system not detect it?"
Connor shrugged again, now painfully aware of 'The Kamski Murder' case that had popped up onto the screen.
"Well, at least there is a definite link between this and the DNA we found." Chris said, attempting to find some positives.
"Mmm yeah great, my fuckin blood turns up and now death threats are sent to my place of work." Hank grunted, "Why the fuck am I being singled out with this shit?"
"They seem to be after Connor, and since you two are so close.." Gavin smirked.
"Not now love." Richard murmured, "Not the right place nor time."
"No.." Connor spoke, contributing to the group discussion for the first time, "That makes sense."
"Now how would they know about us?"
Connors face dropped with realisation, "You don't think they would have access to my sight, do you?"
"That's a possibility." Richard said, "If only we really knew what the device done."
"Well," Gavin stood up, "When they replace it we could call some tech phckers in and get them to look."
Fowler's voice boomed behind them, "This is a private investigation Reed, that isn't smart."
"Shit." Gavin scowled.
"It's been an emotional day. You can all go home." Fowler said.
"But Captain," Richard frowned, "It's only seven, shifts end at nine."
Fowler chuckled, but not lightheartedly, more maniacally, "Well it's seems as if nobody seems to fuckin' follow that! Isn't that right, Hank? Connor?"
"Blame me but not Con, he goes and comes when I do." Hank scoffed.
Fowler dismissed his comment, then dismissed them all from work. Gavin and Richard said their usual goodbyes as Richard returned to the docking station. Richard and Tina got into their respectful cars, and Hank and Connor mirrored this but with their own car.

Hank was sprawled over the bed, completely passed out as Connor watched his chest rise and fall, and that one long strand of hair that kept blowing in parallel to his breathe. Thoughts that flashed, showing images of his lifeless body, kept him awake and alert, awaiting any sign of danger. Sumo was curled up by his feet, snoozing too, but Connor liked to believe that he was attempting to guard Hank too, but just got sleepy. He looked once again over to the man that he called his, and smiled faintly. He finally moved, pressing himself up against Hank, head on chest, and wrapped his arm around his side. The thump of his heartbeat was clear, and once again he smiled, he wouldn't let the man he was so devotedly in love with get hurt because of him.