Sean sat up properly in his seat, responding openly to Hank's question. "I'm looking for someone." Hank huffed to himself, leaning back to slump down in his seat as he answered slightly amused. "Aren't we all? People usually go to bars for that." Sean raised an eyebrow in confusion. He didn't understand. Hank rolled his eyes, muttering out. "Jesus, it was a joke..." From the corner, the RK800 approached cautiously to stand at attention beside Hank. Sean locked eyes with the android trying to assess whether this model would attack him too. The RK800 folded its arms behind its back, stating to him in a calm collected voice. "My apologies. Hank is slightly comprised by exhaustion and slight inebriation. He means well." Hank's eyes widened and he shifted in his seat to snap back at the RK800 exasperated. "Fucking hell, Connor! Don't tell it that! This is an interrogation!" Connor turned his head to look at Hank, answering coolly. "With all due respect Lieutenant, we do not know that. He could be lost and looking for his owner. Or possibly a witness. You did not let Sgt. Fischbach finish."

Hank put a hand to his face to rub his temples, grumbling out dryly. "Connor... What did I say about using a lot of words this morning? Now who is Sgt. Fishbox?" Connor smirked, correcting politely. "Fischbach. I believe the name is from German origin. It means 'fish stream.' He's the man you sent for more coffee." Hank didn't appear to process anything until the word 'coffee.' At the mention of the word, he perked up to say aloud. "Oh, right! Coffee. Is he back yet? How long does it take to make a damn cup of coffee?!" Both androids opened their mouths, but Hank quickly raised his hands to stop them by rushing out. "DON'T answer that! The question was rhetorical. Jesus Christ." Connor gestured with his hand toward Sean, while asking Hank gently. "May I, Lieutenant?" Hank arched back against his seat, rubbing his face with his hands as he grumbled out. "Sure... He's all yours, Connor. God, I need that drink..." Connor gave Hank a nod, before moving to stand before the table at Hank's side.

Sean tensed, looking up into Connor's eyes. He couldn't help seeing the RK900 resemblance. They were so similar. Cautiously, he asked Connor. "Who are you?" Connor let a small smile pull at his lips, before he answered honestly. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife. I'm a prototype designed to help solve deviant investigations. You are?" Sean relaxed, responding promptly. "My name is Sean. Apparently, I'm an android." Hank sat up properly in his seat, lowering his hands as he asked almost sarcastically. "Apparently? You mean you don't know if you are one? Cause I can tell ya right now, Buddy... You sure as hell aren't human. You're like him... A working stiff." Hank gestured to Connor with his thumb, but not in a mean way. Connor bowed his head with a smile, answering lightly. "Thank you, Lieutenant." Hank leaned forward, he was fighting off exhaustion with some difficulty, but managed to grumble out. "Don't mention it." Connor returned to a more professional posture, asking Sean warmly. "You mentioned before that you were looking for someone. Who? Do you know their name?"

Sean shook his head. He didn't know. Connor tilted his head slightly, asking curiously. "Do you know what they look like?" Sean bowed his head, before shaking it again. Connor leaned forward to rest his hands on the table, asking even softer. "Why are you looking for this person?" Sean started to open his mouth to respond, but his mind was a blank file. He only knew what he was told by the drones. They wanted him to meet someone... but he didn't know who they were or why. Biting his lower lip, he eventually responded softly. "I don't know..." Hank clapped his hands in a quiet sarcastic manner, grumbling out. "That's just great, kid. What do you expect us to do? Guess? We don't have time for your games. Can't you see we have enough-" Connor raised a hand to gesture nicely for Hank to stop talking. Hank stopped mid-sentence as he stared at Connor curiously. Connor wasn't looking at Hank, but at Sean. Sean stared back into Connor's eyes not sure why Connor was looking at him like that.

Without a word, Connor grabbed the back of a spare chair and carried it over to Sean. Setting the chair down beside Sean, Connor took a seat and extended a hand out to him, asking hopefully. "If you grant me permission, I'd like to scan your memories." Sean glanced down at Connor's hand, scanning his grey sleeve for anything that might hurt him. Connor detected the scan or read his expression, whereupon he told him casually. "It's alright. I won't hurt. I can help you." Sean lifted his arm but hesitated to touch Connor. Connor didn't move, he waited patiently. The door to the room opened and Sean smiled seeing Mark slip quickly inside. Hank saw the steaming mug in Mark's hands and reached for it, happily cooing out. "AH! Good work! A shiny gold star for ya. Now hand that here, Fishblock." Mark handed the mug to Hank, looking slightly offended as he correctly shortly. "It's Fischbach, Sir." Hank carefully handled the mug, muttering out dryly. "Ya. Ya. Whatever. I'll never remember. It's too fucking early." Mark rolled his eyes, standing at attention as he waited for further instruction.

Connor took notice of his reaction to Mark and asked Mark curiously. "Do you know Sean?" All eyes turned to Mark, who nervously answered. "I... We are acquainted. He saved my life during a riot downtown. Why?" Hank's eyes narrowed on Mark as he retorted bluntly. "Because your android here is unlisted. Why did you bring him here?" Mark licked his dry lips, replying truthfully. "You handle cases involving androids. Captain Fowler directed me to escort him to you so that it could make a statement about the riot downtown. After that, I was told to take it back to its owner." Hank sat back in his seat slowly, his eyes narrowing on Mark as he retorted suspiciously. "Is that so... Stick around, Fishbowl. We're just getting started." Mark clenched his jaw in frustration but said nothing. Sean noted the action to mean that Hank outranked him and despite the name calling... Mark was forced to comply. Connor cleared his throat politely to draw Sean's attention back. Sean stared down at Connor's arm, assessing his options.

He could refuse. What if they saw him kill the human? Would they destroy him like Mark said? If he complied with him though, maybe he could help him. Sean flexed his fingers in thought. He didn't know what to do. Hank took a sip of his coffee, grumbling out after. "Any day now... I don't live forever." Connor kept his arm out, telling him nicely. "You can trust me, Sean. It won't hurt, unless you resist it." Sean inhaled deeply to cool his internal systems, then took his arm. Connor grasped his arm, turning his arm slightly to engage the link between them. The second he felt Connor synch to his system, his own internal computer took over to download a copy of Connor's own internal memories. Connor's LED started flashing yellow as the lights in the building began to flicker. Through Connor, his internal computer was able to get Lt. Hank's passwords to the police departments computer database. Allowing Sean to automatically link to the wi-fi signal and acquire a copy of all the files that Lt. Hank had the clearance for.

Hank rose from his seat, worry filling his voice as he asked aloud. "What's going on?! Connor?!" Connor began to shake, his LED flashing red as he strained out desperately. "Hank... Disconnect... him..." Sean could hear Connor's distress, but he couldn't stop himself. His internal computer was starved for information and wanted to know EVERYTHING! Mark withdrew his pistol to aim at Sean, only to have Hank reach out to grab the barrel, yelling out. "DON'T! You could hit Connor!" Hank raced around the table to grab their connected arms, using his strength to try pulling them apart. Slowly, Hank managed to pry them apart enough that Sean's internal computer detected a strained connection. Forcing it to disconnect in order to save its new data. Which in turn, allowed Sean to let go of Connor. The second Sean let go, Connor fell to the floor limply with Thirium leaking from his ears. Hank sank to his knees, propping Connor up in his arms. Hank touched the blue blood leaking from Connor's ears, before asking in a shaky voice. "Connor! Hang on, Son! Connor...?"

Connor didn't respond, but his LED was still blinking red. Hank wrapped an arm over Connor's chest, placing a comforting hand on Connor's forehead. Sean used his new memories from Connor to deduct that Hank was expressing something between a flashback and grief. To comfort him, Sean tenderly stated out. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened..." Hank didn't look up, his voice sounded almost dead upon asking. "What did you do to him?" Sean tensed, sensing Hank's hostility, but answered honestly. "My internal memory core copied information from Connor. He tried to resist it and failed. My scans detect that his processor is still functioning. His system is rebooting and running self-diagnostics for damages." Hank finally lifted his head, his aged blue eyes glaring past him to Mark, growling out. "Keep your eyes on it. Don't let it leave." Sean glanced back at Mark, who reluctantly stepped in front of the door with his gun pointed at the floor. Sean decided to comply with Hank's demands. He'd stay. He didn't want to hurt anyone, and he certainly didn't mean to hurt Connor.

After only a minute or two, Connor gasped and sat up off Hank's lap. Connor's LED flashed red, then yellow, before finally turning blue. Hank kept his hands on Connor's shoulders, anxiously asking him. "Connor? How are ya feeling?" Connor rubbed a hand over his arm, before answering Hank coolly. "I'm ok, but we have a problem." The door to the interrogation room burst open, whacking Mark in the back hard enough to make him drop his gun on the metal table. The gun slid right in front of Sean and everyone froze. Sean stared at the gun blankly, before quickly sliding it back down the table to Mark. Mark quickly snatched it off the table, trying to be discreet about putting it away as people stepped into the room. Sean couldn't help rising to his feet at the sight of RK900 and Gavin. Tailing behind them was Captain Fowler, wearing a deep scowl. Hank quickly staggered up to his feet, gruffly snapping out. "Oh, for fuck's sake... What now?!" Captain Fowler slammed the door to the room, pointing a stern finger at Hank, growling out. "Don't give me attitude right now, Hank. What just happened? Why did our computers go down?!"

The RK900 stood proudly, his eyes drifting from Connor to Sean. It knew something. Sean could practically detect it. Hank gave them an accusing glare, shrugging nonchalantly as he told them a bit sourly. "What makes you think we had anything to do with it? For all we know, some asshole could have run into a powerline." The RK900 spoke up then to inform everyone confidently. "My sensors detected the power surge came from this room. From an android." Gavin gestured to the Connor behind Hank, smugly stating aloud. "Probably came from that, faulty piece of shit. Would explain why it's on the ground." Connor slowly stood up, answering just as confidently. "I assure you. I am fine. I run self-diagnostics often." Gavin crossed his arms over his chest, bitterly shooting back. "If you ask me, I'd say that prototype is past its prime. Why else would these things be here now?" Gavin gestured to the RK900 lazily. Hank puffed his chest up, sneering out just as bitterly. "But no one asked for your option Gavin. And they never will, because you put the ASS in biased."

Gavin unfolded his arms, moving closer to the table to retort heatedly. "Look at you... Defending an outdated tin can. I guess, it's true... You can't teach an old dog new tricks." Hank flashed him a smug smirk, jabbing right back. "Speaking of which. I see you got assigned your babysitter. Tell me... Did he remove the stick from your ass, or put a whole new one up in there?" Gavin lunged over the table to punch Hank, but Hank avoided the blow by standing up straight with a chuckle. Captain Fowler grabbed Gavin by the arm to manhandle him away from the table, before pointing a stern finger in Gavin's face, saying defensively. "If you can't take it Gavin, don't dish it out! And watch who you're calling an old dog. We may be old, but we still bite! Now back off, Gavin! That's an order!" Gavin rolled his eyes, yanking his hand back before raising his hands in mock surrender as he took a step back. Once he was clear, Captain Fowler told everyone seriously. "This isn't a game! Something hacked into our files and I need to know what it was. Now I'll ask one more time... Hank! What happened?"

Hank glanced at Sean for a moment. Sean prepared himself to accept responsibility, when Hank told Captain Fowler with a heavily sigh. "I don't know what it was, but trust me when I say that I'll find out." Captain Fowler gave him a stiff nod, his eyes falling on Sean with a heated glare. Smacking the table with his hand, Captain Fowler straightened himself up and told Hank in a deadly serious tone. "I trust you, Hank. Fix this and do it now." Gavin scoffed dissatisfied, uttering out. "What?! What more proof do you need?! It's one of those metal dicks. Just destroy them both!" Hank removed his gun to point it at Gavin, stating aloud. "Connor is MINE, and this is his suspect. You want him? You've got to go through me, Gavin." Gavin turned cold eyes on Hank, stating back matter-of-factly. "IT doesn't belong to you. It's government property. Property that you were ordered to recycle, I might add. Yet, here it is." Captain Fowler raised his hand, gesturing for Hank to put his gun down.

The Captain then stepped up in front of Gavin to answer in a commanding voice. "The only person who has a problem with Connor is you. I relinquished the Connor prototype to him. I don't see the need to recycle something that isn't broken. Besides... As you say... He's outdated. Connor fits Hank's retro style now." Hank flicked off Captain Fowler with a smirk. The Captain pretended not to notice, ordering Gavin seriously. "Get your shit together, Gavin. You've got enough to worry about." Captain Fowler turned on his heel, yanking the door open to take his leave. His loud voice reassuring the spooked officers outside of the room that everything was under control. Gavin waited patiently for the Captain to leave, before turning slightly to tell Hank bluntly. "Your time will come, old man. Sooner or later, everyone gets replaced." Hank gestured to RK900, chuckling out. "Ya. There is yours. Play nice, Kids." Gavin's features contorted with anger, shouting back. "Laugh it up, Hank! At least, I didn't sell out!" Hank crossed his arms, calmly retorting. "Gavin, you don't know a damn thing about me. Look, I'm sorry your boyfriend left you for an android, but you've got to learn to let that shit go. Move on."

Mark swallowed, pressing his back to the wall. Sean didn't understand, until Gavin stormed up to the table. Picking up Hank's coffee mug, Gavin threw it against the wall. The mug smashed loudly against the cement wall, spraying coffee everywhere. Hank didn't flinch, he simply locked eyes with Gavin. Gavin panted heavily, pointing at stern finger at Hank as he started to yell out aggressively. "You shut your goddamn mouth! YOU HEAR ME?! FUCK YOU!" Sean scanned Gavin, sensing he was using his aggression to mask his own distress. Gavin turned on his heel, cursing louder as he yanked the door open to storm out. Sean's eyes fell on the RK900 that was now watching Gavin with strange eyes, before it followed him out without a word. To Be Continued...