When Hank walked into Stratford Tower, Connor was pacing the lobby floor flicking his coin around. As soon as he saw Hank, he put the coin away and approached.
"Good morning, Lieutenant."
"Hey, Connor. So what exactly is going on?"
They were walking to the elevator by now. Hank flashed his badge at the lady behind the desk and was let through immediately.
"I'm not exactly sure. I asked around, but the officers who were willing to talk to me didn't seem to know very much. All I know is that it was big and involved a group of deviants."
"Ah, Christ. What the hell were you doing with Chris by the way?"
The only reason Hank had even picked up the phone was because Miller rarely called him to begin with. He had thought the man was in trouble or some shit. Now he was pissed at Chris for conspiring with the robot to make him do his fucking job.
"He found me walking this morning and offered me a ride back to the station."
"You went for a walk?"
Connor paused. Hiss light was spinning yellow. Was he trying to think of how to get out of answering again?
"I got lost trying to get back to the DPD from the park last night."
Hank felt a slight pang of guilt at the mention of last night. By the time he was over that, he realized what that implied.
"You were walking around all night?"
Connor fidgeted slightly. He fixed his tie which was looking more and more like a nervous tick to Hank. After a second of squirming he nodded.
"I glitched out for a while and when I came back online my network connection was gone. I couldn't use GPS, and I had no idea where I had walked to. Luckily Officer Miller was passing by and recognized me."
"Jesus Christ. You still aren't fixed, are you?"
"No."
Hank pinched his nose. What the hell was CyberLife doing? If they were so worried about faulty androids running around like they said, they would have fixed Connor by now. Hank would have thought that the bastards would be at least somewhat concerned with the fact that their newest model was fucked up this badly.
"I know that I messed up the last case. I wish I could guarantee that I wouldn't mess this one up, but I can't. Just... please let me try. I promise I'll do my best. I think I'm starting to get the hang of things. I can adapt."
"Yeah, fine. Whatever, Connor. Just don't fucking hurt yourself, okay?"
Hank sounded more angry than he wanted to. Connor nodded and looked back to the doors of the elevator. He let out a small sigh that Hank was certain he was not supposed to see. How the hell was he supposed to believe this thing was emulating relief like that?
The doors finally opened to the floor right below the fucking pearly gates. Hank mused this was probably the closest to heaven he would ever be. The closest to Cole... Fucking hell, Hank hated himself for going there. He cursed under his breath and met up with Chris.
"Hi, Hank."
"Heard you found my android wandering."
Chris smiled at Connor.
"I figured I'd help out the newest member of the team. He looked kinda lost."
Connor gave him the biggest smile in return. Hank looked between the two of them, feeling like he had missed a whole fucking lot. Since when was Connor a 'member of the team' and why were they suddenly on such good terms? Androids didn't make friends. What the hell? He shook his head. Question for a better time.
