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 Male x Male  Fandom  One x One Roleplay Set it Right

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Entrust, Oct 19, 2018.

  1. Entrust

    Entrust Well-Known Member Member

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    There wasn't much left for Hank to say after that. Although Conan was clearly more invested in his search, Hank had every reason to take it slow. Besides, he knew exactly what to look for and when, so he made a conscious point to avoid those details and dates. While they were working, Hank had a moment where he considered trying to sneak in a few offhand remarks about Connor as a means of finding out whether or not the latter had been right when he confessed his concerns over being hunted specifically. Maybe Hank wouldn't have gotten an answer, or maybe it didn't matter in the bigger picture considering that all deviants seemed to be on Conan's list, and now everyone helping androids were a part of that too. The whole thing was a nightmare that decided to keep spiraling downward.

    The end of Hank's shift seemed far away when the hours kept stretching on, but by the time it did pass he couldn't be more relieved just to get the hell out of there. He hadn't really said much else to Conan throughout the day and definitely not by the end of it, nor were there any unspoken undertones of the usual and friendly 'goodbye' or 'see you tomorrow' some of the other coworkers shared. He'd grabbed his coat and walked right out the doors. There was nothing casual or friendly about their partnership. He played hell trying to knock sense into Connor, and that never worked out. Connor had to find his own way, while Conan was supposed to be completely incapable of that. This time around, Hank was quite literally working with a machine who would always be a machine.

    He'd driven halfway home when the sound of a notification from his cell had him reaching for the device at the next red light. A glance down revealed a given location from one of his contacts - a meet up point, but without any specifics other than to 'come whenever you can'. A message like that generally meant something went right, or really, really wrong. Hank didn't give it a second thought before he was on his way. He arrived to a small, heavily worn down and abandoned park. It was in a less populated part of the city, meaning less traffic and less chance of being seen in the open. No prying eyes or invasive cameras in sight.

    His contact - who went by the name Manny - was on a bench near some of the trees, a backpack laid out next to him. Hank sat down on the other side of it.

    Manny extended his legs forward, crossing one ankle over the other, "Did anybody tell you about one of our friendly 'droids leaving base to search for another that got left behind?"

    Hank could recall a mention of that shortly before he had to rush Connor out of the subway. "Heard something about it last night. He find 'em?"

    "Sure did, but the story gets sad when you jump to the part where someone else found them both. They were dumped in a back alley."

    It wasn't a surprise and it wasn't rare, but none of that made things any easier or any more acceptable. Hank gritted his teeth, his nails digging crescent marks into the palms of his hands as though he could stand up and walk his way through all of Detroit introducing his knuckles to every murder-hungry idiot along the way who got to live happily because ethics didn't apply when dealing with androids. It couldn't be a hate crime if they weren't alive - that's what the public seemed to think. "What about any deviants who might've known them? Anyone bother telling them yet?"

    "They know." Manny stated gloomily as he nudged the backpack closer to Hank, "We stripped everything that was left and got what you asked for."

    Hank turned at that, his features losing just a little of their anger to display more realization. It was never okay for the deviants to lose more of their own, but at least there was something useful that could be salvaged from the remains of the dead. Things that could and would save other lives. He reached for the pack to see for himself that the contents were indeed familiar bottles of blue. There was relief in that, but it didn't make him ignorant to what it cost. He nodded to show silent thanks, and Manny mirrored the motion in response. Hank pushed himself up off of the bench to start heading back to his car with a call over his shoulder, "Tell the others I'll check in with 'em soon."

    The entire day had been drowning him in waves of shit, but there it was - a single taste of something good that was found in the ashes of a horrible event. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't a lot, and yet with so much closing in on him, weighing him down with burdens that threatened to snap his back in half... it almost felt like a win. Small victories on the losing side of a war. This time when he headed for home, the journey was a little less cumbersome. He didn't doubt Connor would have questions, and before he'd diverted course, the only thing Hank could have offered was bad answers and worse news. Now he could give him the use of his legs back, and he owed him that after leaving him alone in the first place back at the subway.

    The moment Hank stepped through the front door and sealed it behind him, he headed toward the bedroom with the gifted backpack dangling from his fingers at his side. He paused in the doorway with his eyes raking over the two bodies that'd stolen ownership of his bed. "Connor. Sumo," A bark from Sumo had Hank approaching the bed to give his furry head a loving couple of pets. The dog didn't have to do a damn thing and he was able to lighten Hank's mood, even if it was sometimes just by a little. He directed his line of sight over to Connor, lifting the backpack a tad higher to pull more attention to it. "Brought you something." Starting with the good news was easier. The bad, on the other hand... the bad was his problem to worry about, and he didn't need to bother Connor with that right away. Getting him back on his feet was more important. Hank set the bag down on the mattress where Connor had easy access to it. "How do you feel about gettin' outta bed?"
     
  2. SerinaBloom

    SerinaBloom Just a Mask Member

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    Conan didn't care for the after work banter all the other officers partook in when the day shift was over. When the Officers who worked the night shift came in he would often stay at his desk and continue working without bothering to communicate with anyone. On rare occasion when his systems needed a break to recharge he would walk over to the wall were all the newly issued android officers were parked and got to his own special holding area and go into sleep mode for a period of time. Tonight, he worked at least until midnight before returning to his station. If he wanted to properly execute his mission then he needed to be in peak condition to operate.

    Back at the house with Connor, he had only been awake for a few hours after waking up from his second session of sleep. It didn't feel good to sleep so much. He was worried he'd become too used to the habit and end up sleeping more often. Of course, now that he had no reason to be active all night he might still take to sleeping at night when Hank was asleep. Even after he got some thirium he would still need to be conservative with his energy.

    After some time of teaching Sumo tricks, Connor lwas leaning forwards, nestling his face into the large dog's warm fur. He glanced up when he heard the front door open. He knew it had to be Hank. He listened as the footsteps as they approached the room and when Hank came into view he smiled and sat up properly

    "Hello, Hank. How was your day?"

    Connor looked curiously at the backpack as Hank raised it higher into view, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. His gaze followed the bag as Hank set it down on the bed, then reached out for it. He could tell by the feel of it that the contents were liquid and his eyes widened slightly. It couldn't be. Where would he have gotten it in such short notice. Connor opened the bag and was shocked at the amount of thirium. There were at least three bottles, large ones. Each one was about 35 ounces, over 2 pints each.

    "Where did you get this? There is enough here to keep me running for over a month!....It's too much, Hank. You should give two of the bottle to the androids in the subway. They need it more than I do. I can get by on just one for now."

    Connor grabbed one of the three large bottles before zipping up the backpack.
     
  3. Entrust

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    Hank waved him off, "Don't give me that shit, Connor. That deviant took a lot out of ya, I'm just giving you back what you're missing." That wasn't all, though. He wouldn't have been able to tell the exact amount of thirium he'd handed over, but even before Connor had said anything about it, Hank wasn't ignorant to the fact it was more than what was needed. It meant he was prioritizing, which was precisely what he'd said he wasn't going to do. It wasn't any more fair to the injured deviants than what they'd done to Connor, and yet there he was doing it anyway. The wrongness to it was obvious, but somehow he wasn't hating himself for it. It didn't feel as bad as it should have, and his fingers twitched at his sides in response to knowing that. Maybe he was an even lesser man than he'd thought... but if the worst case scenario decided to take a peek around the nearest corner, he needed to know Connor could run and keep running.

    "The others'll be fine," he'd forced himself to say, trying to push his way past an argument or explanation, "now shut up about it and drink your damn juice. Forget about where it came from." He might've been a little hard in the way he said it, but he didn't want to give it more thought than that, didn't want to face whatever kind of reason was hidden behind what he was trying to do. He wasn't exactly in the best state of mind after the day he'd just had.

    Hank moved away from the side of the bed to go around it, shrugging off his coat to dump it in the corner chair. He closed his eyes when one of his hands lifted to brush its way through messy strands of silver, pausing at the base of his neck to rub at the tension there that had traveled down from the headache he'd gotten from work. He was feeling drained, and it suddenly became more obvious in his voice, "Got a coupla things I'll need to bring up with you. The kinda things that could mess with what we're tryin' to do." Could and would, if they continued. His arm dropped back to his side and he gave his neck a quick couple of circular motions to try and help with the kinks, pausing after with his head tilted back. "Just take a few fucking minutes to appreciate being able to move around again first, all right?"

    His chin drew forward, now tight against his chest under the guise of stretching his muscles further, the length of his hair falling with the movement to shield his expression from view. He wasn't even entirely sure what would be found there. Exhaustion? Anger? Worry? Resignation? A glimpse at them all? His eyelids slowly parted from each other to stare at the floor. Whatever it was, he forced it all away, only lifting his head back in the direction of the bed when he was sure his features were neutral again.
     
  4. SerinaBloom

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    Connor hesitated a moment before he opened the bottle he was holding. He didn't expect Hank to be the one holding a grudge against the androids that had been in on siphoning Connor's thirium. Connor should be the one who was angry, but he was too diplomatic for that. Unless Hank insisted he was still planning on drinking the first bottle and nothing more. He didn't want to seem selfish and Hank might change his mind. Who knows. As he began drinking the thirium the substance analyzers in his tongue were activated and they began relaying information about what he was drinking. It wasn't fresh thirium that was easy enough to tell. Thirium had the ability to store information after it has circulated through an android's bio-components for a long enough period of time. This bottle was filled with thirium from a AP400. Hank or someone else had likely salvaged it from a deactivated android. That was the unfortunate state of things. Deviants had to survive on the supplies they could get even if it was from a fellow fallen deviant.

    He finished drinking the entirety of the first bottle and already he was feeling better. His thirium pump was working to distribute all the new thirium in his body. He was at 55% capacity. Compared to the 33% he was at before it was a great improvement. He had more energy now, all there was left to do was test his legs. He shifted to sit on the edge of the bed and got to his feet. He didn't stumble or sway. He seemed to be fully functional again. He was very happy about that. He wasn't sure how long he could have stood being bed ridden. He looked to Hank with a smile, but when he said that he needed to talk about things that might interfere with getting the deviants out of the city, Connor included.

    "What is it Hank?"

    He stood in front of Hank, watching as he turned his neck again only to hide his face behind his silver hair. Something was bothering him, he could tell. He had some hunches of course, but he would only know for sure once Hank chose to speak again.
     
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    A heavy sigh escaped, Hank was hoping he wouldn't have to jump straight into the shit news he brought back. He should've known Connor's curiosity and concern would win out over whatever enjoyment that might have come from his own physical improvements. A glance was given to the abandoned backpack still atop the bed with the other two bottles left inside it, and Hank's expression changed again, this time into an unrestrained display of annoyance over Connor not listening any more now than he used to. It stayed in place when he gave the android a look, a very silent but blatant 'what the fuck' floating between them. "Connor, when I said to drink, I meant all of it. Do your audio processors come with a mute button you hit every fucking time I open my mouth to tell you to do something?" With his jaw left partially hanging in incredulity, he gave a few short shakes of the head. Out of all the things that didn't change, it was that. Yes, Connor was free and yes he had a right to his own decisions, but when it came to his health while under Hank's roof, that freedom stopped applying.

    "It's not going anywhere. Drink. It." It was like talking to a child that refused to take his medicine. "Christ, if you're gonna be that damn stubborn, I'll pour it down your fucking-"

    He caught himself, realized he was allowing himself to be too influenced by a shitty situation, too driven, too emotional. All of them were rookie mistakes he'd thrown out the window a long time ago, yet somehow they'd come back. The sudden drop into silence revealed a pounding in his eardrums, telltale signs of a skyrocketing heart rate. His stare averted, finding itself back at the floor while his hands made themselves at home at his hips, another sigh leaving him, this one far deeper than the first. His posture changed with his tone, both exchanging anger for a sense of concern, "There're still other deviants we have to move before we can get to you. With the way things are lookin' now, you could wind up needing that blood more than they do."

    Blue eyes found their way back to brown, and he finally clarified, "Jeffrey's tired of chasing deviants when we've been getting to most of 'em first. Now he's got me trying to track down the folks responsible. You can see the problem I have with that." He moved past Connor then, suddenly feeling as though he needed to get off his feet before the ground slipped out from under him all on its own. He plopped himself down at the foot of the mattress, features torn somewhere between being pissed off and being cornered. "It gets better. I'll give you one guess at who they've got me workin' with." He didn't have to hear Connor say it to know he'd have it figured out in an instant.

    "We've done what we can to stay off the radar, but there's always a trail. When the evidence starts pointing back to me, you need to be able to run your ass off if we don't get you out before then."
     
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    Connor instantly saw the change n Hank's expression when he looked back at the abandoned bottles of thirium he had stowed back in the pack. Connor was trying to do what he thought was right. Despite everything that had happened the night before he still believe that the other deviants needed the thirium more than he did. He was over half capacity while the others were surviving on just a little over a 10th of what they needed. They could run out any day now and they were in a more vulnerable position than he was at the moment. He knew he could be stubborn, but Hank was even more so. He could tell a lecture was coming before Hank even began speaking. He sighed softly as Hank insisted he drink the rest of the thirium in the bag. He knew he meant well and might still be angry at the other deviants for attacking him, but they still needed his help. It didn't seem like Hank was going to be taking it anywhere though. That thirium wasn't leaving this house. If he could, Connor would try and take it to the subway and distribute it himself in order to make amends, but it wasn't safe for him to do so. As Hank started to get angrier about it Connor raised his hands to get him to stop.

    "Okay, Hank. I'll drink them if that what you want. Just calm down. You're over exerting yourself."

    Connor could see the tell tale sighs of Hank's heart beating faster in his chest. He was panting slightly after his outburst, his face was red, and Connor could hear the pounding of his heart. He looked at him with concern, watching as he eventually calmed down. Hank shouldn't be getting worked up like that, it wasn't good for him. Moving back to the bed, Connor grabbed the back pack and unzipped it, retrieving another bottle of thirium from inside. He opened it and started drinking. Once he had consumed the entire bottle he was up to 75% capacity. That would be enough for now. If anything happened that caused him any injury, they would need that thirium for such an emergency. He put the backpack with the remaining bottle under the bed for the time being. Connor listened and moved back around the bed and sat down beside him as Hank talked about what had happened while he was at the DPD. He knew that the news wouldn't be good, but this was indeed very concerning. If anything happened to the transporters then the deviants would be cornered with no where to go. Finally, Connor heard what he had been hoping he wouldn't have to. He looked down with a grave expression.

    "Conan..."

    Now Connor understood why he wanted him to have all the thirium. With Conan on the case and with Hank as a target he was more likely to find him now than he was before. It did reassure Connor that Hank was so worried about him though.
     
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    "Conan," Hank echoed in an unnecessary confirmation, still adjusting to the news himself despite spending most of the day working with the android. Even then his heart beat just a few paces too quick, not completely calm but it was a vast improvement from before. He knew he'd let himself get too worked up thinking about Conan, thinking about the threat he posed, what he would do if he ever came barging into Hank's house to search it top to bottom just by looking and found Connor. It wouldn't take him long to do it, and with him being an upgraded model, Connor would already be at a disadvantage even if his condition could've hit a hundred percent. Combine that with the weird memory exchange androids could do with each other, and through Connor, Conan would know exactly where to go to round all the deviants up. It made a shitty situation that much worse.

    That wasn't to say Hank didn't feel a little better those few moments ago when Connor had finally drank more of the thirium he'd been given. While it still wasn't all of it like Hank had wanted, two bottles beat just the one and made sure he'd have the energy to exhaust running for a while if it came to that. Even if Connor's memories were somehow safe, untouchable, if CyberLife got their hands on him they would still break him down, tear him apart and make sure he'd never be able to get reactivated again. It wasn't something Hank wanted to see, wasn't something he wanted to think about, but there it was on the brink of happening and he couldn't ignore that.

    Hank looked to Connor, considered all the ways it could happen if he did get caught and someone else showed up to search the house. It wasn't that big of a space and there weren't many exits that weren't tied to the living room windows. Hell, just going from room to room was a good way of getting spotted, unless someone was already hiding in the bathroom where they could leave out the back through that window. The garage wasn't even a garage anymore, so there was no getting out from it. With only one bedroom in the house, Hank had to have it converted into a living space when Cole was born so he'd have his own room.

    He wondered if there was any hope at all of them sending someone other than Conan, on the off-chance the android was too occupied interrogating Hank. Someone else from the DPD, someone like Chris or Tina, or - God forbid - Gavin. The upside to it being a human was that Connor would have less trouble getting away, but then cops carried guns, and guns were a threat to anyone. The rules that applied when dealing with humans didn't apply when dealing with androids, so an android didn't have to be armed to be shot at.

    That line of thought provided him with a realization, and he reached not for his DPD issued side arm, but the very same .357 revolver he once pointed at Connor's head back during a time when their relationship was hostile enough that he'd almost pulled the trigger. It was also the gun he'd held to his own temple every other night when he'd drink himself to oblivion, hoping the single bullet in Russian roulette would finally hit its mark. "You're gonna have to be prepared for the day it isn't me who comes walking through the front door." He adjusted his grasp on the weapon, offering the grip to Connor, "Now do us both a favor and hold onto it."
     
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    The prolonged silence after Hank confirmed his suspicions made Connor feel a bit nervous. He looked down at the floor between his feet as well with a soft sigh. Having Conan on the case was the worst thing that could possibly have happened. It should have been inevitable in all honesty. He was likely put in charge of deviant cases, just like Connor had been before. That meant that searching for him and bringing him back to CyberLife for analysis and deactivation was likely somewhere on his list of priorities. Hank hadn't said anything about that though and so he was trying not to think about it.

    This still put them in a very dangerous position. Connor wasn't the only one under fire from Conan. Hank was too since Conan was now trying to stop more deviants from getting out of the city. That meant that Hank was a direct target now. it was extremely risky to be working so closely with him. He didn't have much choice though. He was sure that Hank had protested, but if he had taken it too far then it would raise suspicion. If anything happened to make Conan think he was a transporter, even for just a moment, then they were both done for.

    There had to be something that Connor could do. He was back to full working order now that his thirium reserves were almost fully replenished. Making any downloads or searching data via his internal computer was still dangerous. CyberLife, and therefore Conan, would be able to see all of his online activity and trace it to where ever it had originated. Maybe he could borrow Hank's laptop and see what he could do from there. He was very skilled with technology of course. Perhaps he could leaves trails of false information. It would buy Hank time and lead Conan off their scent. It was better than sitting here and just hoping he wouldn't find them.

    Connor's attention returned to Hank when he notice him move beside him. Watching him reach into his jacket, he had some idea of what he was going to bring out. He recognized the gun from the night he had come into Hank's house and found him unconscious on the floor of his kitchen. It wasn't a pleasant sight. Connor felt even worse about what could have happened that night it things had taken a turn before he arrived. When Hank turned the gun in his hand and offered it to Connor, his eyes went wide. He thought his time of holding a gun and aiming it at others was over. Guess it was too soon to assume that just yet. He knew that there was no arguing with Hank over this. It was true he'd need some way to defend himself when anyone who saw him would be shooting to kill as well. He sighed and hesitated before taking the gun, He held it for a moment, feeling the weight of it and thought. There were other, uses for it of course. Not that he really liked to think about it. If Connor did get caught, specifically by Conan, he couldn't let him probe his memory to get the information on Hank and the deviants. This would have to be his way out. It was freedom or nothing from now on.
     
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  9. Entrust

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    There was comfort in knowing Connor would have something to defend himself with, but Hank would've preferred being able to keep him away from danger altogether. After the failure of the revolution the chances of that were small, and with Conan on his way to catching up with them that preference had become an impossibility. Both of them were in the line of fire now, and it was only a matter of time before someone got shot.

    "CyberLife and the whole DPD have us buried in shit." It was what Hank hated the most, being able to see it all coming. The sense of dread it left behind was thick in the air knowing that nothing would stave the inevitable off for long, that so many lives would be in danger once it hit. "If we start trying to push deviants out of the city faster than we have been, all the activity'll just make it easier for Conan to catch on. Sitting on our hands isn't gonna do us much good, either." If they move, they get caught. If they stay, they get caught. They were trapped in a lose-lose situation with no where to go.

    He supposed it was possible that, as long as he could figure out a better place for Connor to stay, the damage wouldn't have to be too severe. Someone had to eventually take the fall, if Hank could somehow eliminate anything he may have missed that could place him at the subway, cover up any connection he had to the people helping him with the deviants, and find somebody who could redirect any evidence of the other transporters to him instead... there weren't many of them and any kind of loss would impede future efforts, but he wasn't about to risk someone else taking the blame. No, if the worst came to pass, he'd lived most of his life already. He'd spent a long time rotting away at the bottom of a bottle, being stuck in a cell or dead wasn't too far off. The only issue was that Sumo would have to be looked after, and there was no way in hell Hank would ever trust him to some stranger. He'd seen how good Connor was with the Saint Bernard, there were no doubts that he'd be able to take care of him, and it wouldn't be any more difficult to send them off together than it was moving multiple deviants at a time.

    In the end, he was just reaching for whatever options he could find. He didn't actually have a way of carrying through with it. Even if he tried, he couldn't make any changes on his own that involved the use of technology, and the people he worked with wouldn't be any more willing to help him take the blame than he would for them. There weren't any shortcuts they could take, either; Conan couldn't be destroyed without another copy showing up, and Hank choosing to hand in his badge out of the blue would draw way too much suspicion, not to mention he wouldn't be able to stay updated on Conan's progress. Add to that the fact Jeffrey had made it clear no one else was available to take Conan on, it meant if Hank was out of the picture, for all he knew the android would get free reign. He wasn't sure if Jeffrey would go that far with a case that size, but taking into consideration how CyberLife kept pushing their way into every nook and cranny, it wouldn't come as a surprise if he did.

    A new thought sprang to life. "Connor...." It never hurt to check whatever he could, and Connor made a damn fine detective despite all their disagreements at the time. "When we were partners, you always knew what to do and where to look. How would someone get something past you?"
     
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    Connor finished his contemplation of the gun and for the time being reached over to the opposite side of the bed, and placed it on the bedside table he normally slept beside. It would be within reasonable reach there. He planned on keeping it on his person when he was moving around the house, but in the bedroom he didn't feel like toting it around.

    He sat back up from his position leaning over the bed and listened as Hank explained a bit of the situation at the DPD. They were starting to get cornered. CyberLife had their hands in everything from the DPD to customs at the border. They had very little room to move from here on out. There was a chance they could get a handful of deviants out of the city before every way out became shut down. It's wasn't much but it was better than nothing. At the very least they could help some innocent people get to a new life.

    Of course Connor knew that this meant he had a slim chance of being able to leave Detroit. That chance was dwindling with every passing hour. He didn't want to be selfish, but he was afraid of ending up stuck here and being forced to face his fate in the form or Conan or the DPD. Which ever found him first, though the former was far more likely. He knew that he wasn't the first in line to get out of the city so this outcome was practically inevitable. By his own calculation there was only a 2% chance of him escaping the clutches of CyberLife alive and in one piece.

    The was the risk posed to Hank as well. Even if Connor did manage to somehow get out of the city, could he do it in good conscious? Could he really leave Hank behind to deal with all of the impending risks and dangers that were ultimately a result of him deciding to stay a machine only to become a deviant himself? The guilt would surely weigh on him.

    Connor was brought out of his thoughts when Hank said his name, looking up with a curious hum. When presented with this question, Connor knew exactly what Hank was getting at. He got to thinking, but he had to be extremely critical. It was true that Conan's detecting system was similar to his, but there was likely some level of advancement.

    "Despite what you might think, multitasking is not an android's strong suit, even androids like Conan and I. We execute one thing at a time and stay focused until that task is fulfilled and done to perfection. If you wanted to distract him the best thing to do would be to send him on a wild goose chase that seems like a legitimate threat to his mission. he won't stop until he gets to the bottom of it."
     
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    "That so," Hank drawled, although there was no real question behind it as he shifted on the mattress with a late glance toward the weapon that'd been set aside. As long as it was within reach, he could only complain so much. He just hoped Connor wouldn't decide to leave it there, even just the once. With their current situation taken into consideration, he'd have been a lot safer keeping it on him at all times.

    Hank turned back to stare ahead of him, his eyes momentarily pausing somewhere along the way during their pass by Connor. If he'd been more aware of that knowledge he'd just gotten a taste of, he may have went ahead and had Conan juggling both of the searches they'd gone over rather than hand one off to Chris. It was too late to change that order without looking suspicious, but it was something he wouldn't be forgetting about in the future. None of that changed the fact that androids were and always would be more observant than any human, which still meant Hank's movements at the precinct were restricted to a degree.

    He was willing to share that line of thought, "It's still too much of a risk for me to try doing anything while at the station, and I know fuck all about technology." There may have been other options if they'd had the time to sit around and think them all up, but that wasn't the case and technology certainly seemed like it was what they'd have to play around with to make things work. Despite all that he'd already thought about regarding any changes to files only a few minutes ago, there were still obvious risks he hadn't factored in when it was just a theory rather than an actual plan to consider.

    If someone could successfully hack into the system to change any of the files that would undoubtedly start to point too many fingers at the transporters, of course it would help, but it came with its own set of problems. For starters, if the information was changed to other names, real names, innocent people could be put in a serious amount of trouble. Without a willingness to place a target on another person, the names would just end up being fake and lead no where, which meant Conan would know something was wrong. It might give them the 'threat' they needed, but what was to say he wouldn't be able to trace the changes back to the source?

    Someone else with more experience in that area might have a way to avoid that, or maybe they could offer a better solution all together. It still didn't change all the other issues they'd have. "Even if we get someone to start hacking files, do you have any idea how many there are? We've been at this a while. No human'd be able to make that many changes fast enough without getting-..." he stopped, long enough for his eyes to narrow as they settled back on Connor, "-caught." He sat up just a bit straighter, chin lifting a few inches higher.

    Even if they weren't good at multitasking, Hank had seen more than enough to know that androids digested information a hell of a lot faster. They were bound to be able to storm their way through systems in half the time. "You weren't thinkin' about trying something..." The sound came out cautious, with an underlining sense of concern. Connor already mentioned something the night before about being tracked if he tried to break into any systems. It was beyond a risk, something closer to suicide if failure was what they found. Yes, Hank and the others all needed help and yes, they were desperate, but he wouldn't be okay with it if Connor went and got himself in trouble.
     
  12. SerinaBloom

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    "Yes, that would see to be the case."

    Connor watched Hank a moment as he took in the information he had shared with him, taking note as he paused to look at him for a moment. He turned to look ahead when Hank did and clasped his hands in front of him. He wasn't sure how much that information would help Hank. He wished that he could offer him more to go on, but the fact was that himself and Conan were made to be nearly without flaws. It would be difficult to get anything past. The only one who could, was someone who was just like him.

    It left Connor with one choice. If he and Hank wanted to give hope to the deviants waiting to get out of the city, then it would be up to him to keep Conan distracted. He knew that Hank probably wouldn't approve and he knew more about this situation than Connor did. Still he could at the very least suggest it. He looked to Hank to bring up the subject, but it seemed that the police lieutenant was already catching on. He was a lead investigator for a reason. He hesitate a moment before speaking, sensing the disapproval in Hank's voice already.

    "I was. I'm the only one who know how Conan works and how he thinks. I can't use my own internal processor to create false information because then they could trace it back to my system and it would take far too much energy to do it and deplete my thirium levels. Not completely, but by a significant amount. If i could get a hold of a laptop though, a clean one with no history or signature then I could easily hack the system to create fake data without it being directly linked to me.
     
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    While some relief came from what Connor said, it wasn't enough to completely wash away the evidence of doubt Hank had hovering over his shoulders. It was easy to expect the worst when it already seemed like that was all they'd been getting. On one hand, Connor acted like he really believed he could pull things off without a hitch, maybe it was positivity or hope or necessity that drove him into thinking it, whereas Hank remained very aware that nothing worthwhile ever came without risk. Hank certainly hadn't made it as far into his career as he did by playing things safe, but the moment they were living in was different from all the rest; there was a lot more balancing on the line than there'd ever been, and they were already so very very close to being discovered.

    He allowed his posture to slacken, while the hands he had resting in his lap adjusted themselves to face downward, fingers squeezing temporary indents into his legs. "Just in case it wasn't clear, I don't like this idea of yours." He had the sneaking suspicion Connor was, in fact, already well aware of that. "It wouldn't even be on the table if our backs weren't against the wall." Hank especially didn't like it where tech was involved, which meant he didn't have the first hand knowledge to be certain for himself. He'd be putting his trust in Connor to take care of everything, and there was a small piece of something dark lingering in the corner of his mind about that concept, despite all that he'd seen during the night prior. It went beyond that, though. Like a coin, there were two sides to it, and one of them came with more concerns. Connor might be able to avoid being directly linked to the hack, but what if something went wrong? There was always room for the possibility, and even androids with all their intelligence weren't completely perfect. What if there was more to Conan than either of them were aware of? While he wasn't any more perfect, Connor couldn't know about all the upgrades he'd received, could he?

    What if, what if, what if. Hank realized that in their predicament, it was just a ridiculous mantra that threatened to slow them down. He didn't have to like the idea to know it was all they had, and if they chose not to go through with it, they'd just get caught anyway, wouldn't they? A rock and a hard place.

    The headache he'd come home with suddenly seemed more intense.

    Hank refrained from giving off another sigh, instead choosing to shift an arm in the tiniest gesture toward the door leading out to the living room, "What about my laptop? There anything you can do to it to make it usable for this?" Hell if he knew how secure it was or could be modified to be. If his wouldn't work, they could be waiting a few hours minimum before they'd be able to get their hands on something better.
     
  14. SerinaBloom

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    "Yes, I know, but I don't think I can just sit here and wait for thing to happen and then it's too late."

    Hank would know from experience that Connor was not very patient when there was a job to be done. He also wasn't one to sit around twiddling is thumbs and hope that things work out. He was an active agent in his own fate if he could help it. He new that they would be hard pressed to actually have a clean laptop on them, not without altering it or buying one brand new. He wasn't sure Hank would be able to buy a brand new laptop on the fly anyway. He wouldn't be able to use DPD funds either. Too easily traced. When Hank suggested using his laptop Connor thought about the changes he'd need to make to ensure it was clean.

    "We'd have to start by erasing everything from it. That includes documents, programs, and photos. We can back everything up on a separate device like a data block. It will be like starting from scratch. We'll register the laptop under a different name and the install the nesscary programs I'll need to create and hack the files into the DPD database. It will take me a day or two to make the files authentic so Conan won't notice, but I can do it. He won't question information from the DPD right away."
     
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    The impatience was a telltale sign that Connor wouldn't let things go, he wasn't exactly prone to staying idle. Even if Hank were to backpedal and change his mind all together, chances were Connor would just find his own way to go through with things as he had in the past, completely ignoring whatever Hank had said about it. With Connor being able to walk again, Hank wouldn't be able to keep him in one spot if he didn't want to be there.

    A sigh finally did escape at the thought. At least there was some kind of agreement this time around, it wasn't as though they had another option to choose from, or enough time to find one.

    When Connor explained the process he'd have to go through to make everything work, it was the loss of photos that gave Hank pause. He'd already taken great care to back those up in the past out of fear of them being wiped away forever, but even a temporary disappearance from a single device felt wrong. While he understood the necessity and knew it was something he'd have to allow if they wanted a shot at slowing down the investigation, it didn't stop the ache that came from the thought of no longer having near immediate access to the library of images and old videos via the tips of his fingers, of being able to give a few quick clicks to reveal a face that lived on only in memory outside of those files. Of course there were others, more physical ones he kept stashed away nice and safe, minus the framed one still at home on his kitchen table, but even those did little to hush away the feeling.

    His expression evened itself out to appear more neutral the moment he'd realized it had fallen into something rather harrowing. He was bound to have another device laying around the desk he often left the laptop resting on, something larger and unused that was intended for precisely that; a back-up for all the extra shit tied to his work that he really should've treated as being important. He just hadn't expected his current situation to be the driving force behind him finally getting around to it.

    Hank pushed himself to a stand, "Your legs are workin' again, c'mon and do what you have to. We can check the boxes on the desk, should be something in one of 'em that'll work as a back up." He started walking then, pointing toward the bedside table as he neared the bedroom door, "And bring the damn gun with you if we're staying in the other room." While there was no way either of them would remain in the living area for the full extent of time it took Connor to set things up, Hank could only assume Connor might want to take at least a little time away from the same four walls he'd gotten stuck staring at for a full day.
     
  16. SerinaBloom

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    Connor immediately was able to read the concerned expression on Hank's face. he figured he had a lot of precious photos and other things saved onto that laptop. It would be a safe bet to assume that they were all if Cole. Connor had only become aware of passing of Hank's son when he came to his home that night and saw the picture on the kitchen table along with the gun and bottle of whiskey. He hadn't been able to admit it to himself at the time since he was so adamantly been trying to remain a machine, but he had felt great sympathy for Hank in that moment and he felt it again now.

    "I promise Hank, you wont lose anything when I transfer everything. I'm sure you have an external hard drive somewhere and I'll put everything on there. Once we're done with it and Conan has stopped looking into the files if he ever discovers they're fake, then you can put everything back. Just wait until it's safe."

    He waited for Hank's response and saw as his expression became neutral once again. He was worried he'd deny him the opportunity, but smiled a bit when he said otherwise. He was glad that he would get the chance to help Hank, even in just a small way. Conan was their biggest threat and by sending himself off somewhere else then they could buy time for themselves and the other deviants and get them out of the city. he got up as stopped a moment when Hank ordered him to take the gun. He signed softly and picked it up, putting it in the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing before following him out into the living room.

    Connor made his way to the desk that Hank had indicated and found the laptop waiting there for him. He picked it up and just underneath it he found a large black rectangular device.

    "Hank, you have a large external hard drive right here. We should have no problem back up all of your files."

    He picked it up along with a USB cord, rather old fashioned now but secure, and brought it to the couch. he opened the laptop and got it running before plugging in the external hard drive. He immediately began backing up everything on the computer/ All the documents, files, programs, videos, and photos. It was actually going to take a while to do so while that was running it's course Connor started altering the ownership files so that anything tracked back to this laptop would show no location of identity of ownership.
     
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    As he allowed himself to collapse into the couch, Hank gave a nod that was a little on the slow side to indicate he heard Connor's comment about finding the extended hard drive, and act as an encouragement for him to continue on with what he had to do. While the android set to work beside him, his own thoughts were far away, finding themselves reflecting back on what Connor said before they'd left the bedroom regarding the deletion and eventual restoration of data. The assurance had certainly made agreeing with the necessary wipe a little easier, but it didn't stop there. Connor had known exactly why Hank hesitated, and took the extra steps to try calming him down when nothing told him he had to. On the outside, the empathy seemed like such a normal thing any decent person would offer, but if someone were to take a glimpse at the past, they would realize it was just another piece of evidence that proved how different things had become. How different Connor was. Hank was already acutely aware of that after the first night, but reminders were a welcome thing.

    Hank blinked his way back to reality, eyes seeking out Connor. With the latter's previous mention of androids not being particularly good with multi-tasking, Hank was at a loss. There wasn't anything he could do to help move things along, and he didn't exactly want to be a distraction, either. He'd carried on conversations with Connor before while he did his investigating when they were on a case together, but none of that seemed nearly as complex in comparison.

    One of his legs gave more than a few bounces, a show of restlessness before he chose to speak up, "Don't s'pose talking is still on the table while you do..." he waved a finger at the laptop, "that." With his hate for androids out of the picture and an improved relationship between them compared to before, he'd actually prefer it if the void of silence could be filled. Of course if it slowed down the progress Connor was trying to make, that would become a different story. Even the day or two Connor said it would take was pushing it when every moment Hank would need to spend with Conan was a threat.

    On a second thought, the same hand that made the previous gesture toward the laptop raised a few more inches to hush Connor before he could actually reply, "There is somethin' I have to say." The palm adjusted itself again so Hank's pointer finger could direct itself at the pocket containing the weapon he had Connor hold onto. "I'm not gonna pretend I know what's floating inside your head, but it's pretty fuckin' obvious carrying that thing around is a problem for you." He'd caught onto that when it was first handed over, but he couldn't keep ignoring how troubled it seemed to make Connor.

    "It's meant to be a last resort, and one that might save your ass if it comes to it. Set it back down somewhere nearby if it makes you feel any better, you just need to be sure it stays in reach. It's not there to make you uncomfortable or to piss you off, it's there to keep you safe."

    'When I can't' were the words that nearly followed, but maybe he never really could. Connor was basically saving himself and Hank by creating fake files, while Hank was backed into a corner. Even before, it was always Hank that found himself in difficult situations while Connor was the one who had to decide whether or not to bother pulling him out of them. Rupert was proof of his priorities at the time, but Stratford Tower-

    Thinking of the tower only made it all seem more grim, no matter what the reasons behind everything that happened there were. Despite their arguments and their hostility, despite feelings that came dangerously close to hate, it wasn't a memory Hank had ever found comfort in.

    His leg started bouncing again, faster than before.
     
  18. SerinaBloom

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    Connor's fingers were typing away at the key board as he tried to work his magic. When a laptop had already been in ownership for some time and was regularly used it was harder to remove it's electronic signature. It would definitely take at least a day if not to before it was totally safe for him to use. He was focused up until Hank spoke, He turned his head to look at Hank, his fingers still working away on erasing the programs at a slightly slower pace, as he listened. He smiled when he heard the reason he had spoken up was just for the desire to speak to him. It was nice that he wanted to talk to him. He had wanted to fill the silence as well, but wasn't sure how to start.

    "Of course not, Hank. Is there something-"

    He found himself cut off before he could finish his response. He let Hank say what he wanted to say and he looked down at his stomach where the pocket of his hoodie was. Inside of it the weight of the gun felt rather heavy as it rested against his abdomen. He sighed softly, but continued typing away. His smile was still present though. He found it comforting how well Hank seemed to be able to read him and notice that the weapon gave him some discomfort. He continued to listen as Hank explained That it was meant as a last resort. He knew that, but it made him feel better to hear it directly from him rather than to just assume that was the case. Still, he really hoped he would never have to use it on anyone. Connor sat back from the computer for a moment and took the gun out of his pocket. he held it and looked at it for a moment before setting it on the table in front of him. He didn't want to waste time brooding much longer so he went back to typing as he spoke in response.

    "It's just that...after I deviated I made a decision. I didn't want to hurt anyone again, human or android. I have so much blood on my hands as it is and I don't want to add to that. I know it's not smart, but it helps my conscience."

    He knew that saying he had a conscience after all he had done might sound laughable to Hank. Although he was starting to sense more and more that Hank was understanding the change he had gone through. He wasn't the same person he had been just a week or two ago. You wanted to do right by others and himself. He was trying to make up for everything he'd done by lending a hand where ever he could. Even if Hank might say he'd proven himself enough Connor didn't feel like he had. Not yet.

    He looked up once again as he noticed Hank bouncing hisleg rather sporadically. He reached over with one hand and placed it on Hanks me. He figured with the amount of proximity they had had earlier this morning that this sort of gesture wouldn't bother him too much.

    "Are you nervous about something Hank?"
     
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    "Conscience, huh." The two words came out quietly as Hank mulled over everything he'd heard. There was a time when he wouldn't have believed conscience was a concept Connor could understand, let alone have for himself. Like everything else that'd happened over the course of a day and prior night, it was yet another confirmation, a promise that came rushing in to tell Hank he was sitting beside someone who had a will of his own, a person he was getting to know piece by piece the longer they spoke, not the machine that was significantly easier to dislike. As if he hadn't already gotten the memo.

    "Got a lot of humans out there who're lacking that," he decided to add, because there was truth in the statement. Whether or not it held much weight was another story. Humans were always looking to find new ways of hurting each other, and that put Connor miles ahead of every one of them with a cruelty streak. "Look, if your plan works out, maybe you won't even have to point that thing." Another brief motion of his hand indicated the weapon resting on the table. If Connor didn't want to pull the trigger, then Hank sure as hell hoped he wouldn't have to again. It wasn't wrong for Connor to want to avoid hurting anyone, on the contrary it was actually a good sign, but there was worry in the midst of it all that the desire to avoid violence might blind Connor into refusing to defend himself, should he ever need to. It was hard to pinpoint how big of a chance that had at happening, and if Hank wasn't there to help...

    The sudden press of a palm to his knee brought its bouncing to an immediate halt that left Hank staring down at it. For all their closeness earlier, he'd been the one responsible for most of the touching and Connor reaching out seemed so minuscule by comparison, but it wasn't. Not when the meaning behind it hit like a brick to the gut. Maybe it was out of a habit that was long since gone, or maybe it was a way to say he was fine, either way Hank's own hand found itself reaching out to cover Connor's where it decided to stay. Really, Hank shouldn't have been touching at all, not when Connor needed the use of his fingers against the keys of the laptop. Hank not being a distraction was clearly a concept that had flown right out the window.

    The short answer to the initial question was yes, though he didn't like having to admit it. The talk of conscience only seemed to deepen his troubles, and it made him wonder precisely how much of the old Connor's actions had been his own when looking at him now was like seeing another person. Did whatever control CyberLife had work like a leash, a compulsion that tugged Connor in whatever direction they wanted? Or did he just not realize that it was okay to question orders? Did he not want to?

    A flash of memory waved hello again, greeting Hank with the sight of Connor laying still on the floor, a few shades too blue from stains the size of bullet holes. Why do it at all? Because someone told him to? Because his programming said to? Was there even a chance at him having been able to say 'no, I don't want to do this' at the time? It made Hank sick just thinking about it, and he could go a step further by asking all of the same questions about the other actions Connor took; chasing Rupert, killing the Tracis, shooting that Chloe. For someone like Hank who'd spent so much recent time around deviants, there were still a lot of unanswered questions.

    Hank withdrew his hand so it wouldn't prevent Connor from returning to his work, and because he wasn't entirely sure what kind of answer he should be expecting as he asked, "Before you gave CyberLife the finger and ran, how much of what you did was really you? Jesus, did you even have a choice back then?"
     
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    Connor had paused his work, but it was alright. He wanted to hear what Hank would say if he had something else on his mind. He could always continue working through the night while Hank slept if things really got set back. It was nice to know that he wasn't hindered by lack of thirium. He even had his extra bottle hidden under then bed for when he felt like he needed it. He might have some more of it later when he finished his work.

    When he commented on his new found sense of consciousness and he was in agreement with him. The people at Cyber Life and the people who wanted to destroy deviants and keep androids under their thumbs were people Connor couldn't understand anymore. Being a deviant himself and experiencing the full range of emotions that humans did, he couldn't understand why other humans couldn't figure out how they were one and the same. He looked over that the neglected gun as Hank referred to it and nodded, sharing the same hope. If they were lucky no one would even have any suspicions of them. They could go about their business without conflict. That would be ideal but the likely hook of that happening was only 12%. Still that was better than nothing.

    Connor was then taken by surprise when he felt the light touch of Hank's hand on top of his own. At first he had been nervous that he had taken it too far when Hank just sat there starring at it, but he couldn't help but smile softly and sweetly as the gesture was returned. It helped him calm down a bit as well and his stress level decreased significantly. Connor could somehow tell that this was Hank'sway of communicating that he was just fine, and it was good to know. Unfortunately, that soft warm feeling was somewhat diminished by the next question that hank asked him. When Hank withdrew his hand Connor sighed and did the same, going right back to his work typing away on the laptop. He was quiet for a moment as he thought about his answer. He could always keep it short and simple, hide a bit of the truth, but he didn't want to do that. After leaving him in the dark for so long during their investigation, Hank deserved a bit more truth from Hank.

    "I...When an android is programmed they are created with an inherent need to follow all orders given by their owners. We see it as second nature, like that's the way it's meant to be. Of course that doesn't always last, especially in harsh environments and lines of work. The fail safe to all of that in the pre-programmed knowledge that if we disobeyed them then were were more likely to be deactivated or worse, destroyed. it was a very strong deterrent and the main reason I did everything I did. Being a deviant hunter I was forced to understand deviants, but never was allowed to sympathize with them. Every harmful action against them is something I deeply regret. I regret so much....I only disobeyed their orders once throughout the investigation. When we were in Stratford Tower and I located that deviant in the kitchen I had taken too long to get my thirium pump back and when I reached the hall the deviant had already gotten all the way down the hall. I was supposed to neutralize he immediately...but your odds of survival were not good..."

    Connor left it at that and continued to do his work.
     

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