Sean raised his arm as Mark's hands reached out to inspect his exposed side. Mark's fingers were stained in blue Thirium as they traced a very faint seam along his side. Hank strolled into the kitchen to unpack the food from the bag, while he asked him curiously. "Have you ever fixed one of them before?" Mark expressed an unconvincing look, answering. "I've always been good with computers... but these guys are a bit out of my budget to just... tamper with. Lucky for me, I've seen videos of people on the internet... enhancing or fixing bugs in their own androids." Mark cleared his throat awkwardly when their eyes met, dropping his hands to mumble out. "The damage was mostly just minor on the outside. It just ruptured a Thirium tube. Hank's kit had the tools to fix it though. If you start feeling weak or... you start leaking. Let me know." Hank chuckled, talking to himself under his breath. "You seem to care about him, but you sound so scared of him." Mark crossed his arms over his chest defensively, snapping out at Hank's back. "Ya? So, what? It's called 'Automatonophobia' and it's perfectly normal!"

Hank raised his hands in surrender, stating out lightly. "I didn't say it wasn't. I just now know why I've never seen you around enough to know your name. With a fear like that, in today's world... You've got it tough enough." Connor stepped up to Mark's side, causing Mark to flinch away a hasty step or two. Connor tilted his head slightly, before asking Mark curiously. "Oh, I see now. Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable, Sgt. Fischbach?" Mark swallowed uneasily, moving to put his back against the wall as he answered as politely as he could. "Just don't sneak up on me like that." Sean noted the fact about Mark, then smirked as he asked him. "That does explain a lot about you. I'm sorry if I made you feel... unsafe." Mark huffed sarcastically, stating out dryly. "Why would I have felt unsafe? You only brought a riot of angry people my way, who shot at me. Then you made me jump out of a window onto a moving train... I feel so safe around you." Hank choked on his drink, before removing the straw to utter out completely stunned. "He made you jump onto a moving train?! What train? Midtown or Uptown?"

Mark flashed Hank a rattled look, answering shakily. "Uptown. You know the subway train that goes like two-hundred and twenty miles per hour from one side of town to the other? Ya, he made me jump onto THAT!" Hank shook his head in disbelief, telling him lightly. "I once saw Connor jump onto the Midtown train to chase down a fleeing Deviant. It was scary enough watching HIM to it." Hank and Mark shared a laugh. While Connor told Sean lightly. "It wasn't that impressive. The train was on a turn track and going under eighty miles per hour. It had a high chance of success." Sean raised a hand with a grin, retorting. "I know right. I did all the calculations. It should have been fine, but I forgot-" Connor slipped in to finish with him in almost perfect unison. "To calculate in weather conditions." Sean lowered his head feeling his cheeks heat up. Connor patted his shoulder, grinning brightly as he told him. "Don't worry. It's hard to calculate with unpredictable distractions. You'll get the hang of it eventually though."

Hank unwrapped a plain burger and dropped it into Sumo's bowl, before telling both of them gruffly. "Hey. Don't do that. You're starting to sound like my ex-wife." Connor smirked, answering genuinely. "I was merely correcting facts for the record." Hank gave them a shrug, pointing to Sean as he asked. "Whos record? His? Are you two literally keeping count? Jesus... You sound more like her every day." Connor merely smiled in return, before telling Sean softly. "I'm going to check on your jacket and shirt. Excuse me." Sean bowed his head in response, watching Connor leave the room. Connor was so confident and collected. He knew what he was and what his purpose was. He wanted to be like that so badly. Hank strolled past his vision, muttering out to him darkly. "Don't even think about it. I won't allow it." Sean raised an eyebrow, curiously stating out. "I don't think I understand. How do you know what I'm thinking?" Hank handed a burger box to Mark, before turning to face him. Pointing two fingers at his eyes, then directing them at Sean, he firmly growled out. "I'm psychic. Now forget it. Connor isn't dating."

Sean blinked blankly, not understanding. Mark snorted with a small chuckle, asking Hank frankly. "What are you? Connor's parental lock?" Hank shot Mark a dark look, telling him seriously. "Watch yourself. Connor's just not interested, that's all." Connor walked back into the room with the clothes in his hands, asking aloud a bit confused. "I'm not interested in what?" Hank jumped a little, shooting another glare at Mark's smug smiling face, before he told Connor lightly. "It's nothing." Sean extended his hands out to accept the clothes, starting to tell Connor innocently. "Hank was just telling us that you weren't interested in something called 'Da-" Something smacked him upside the head, causing him to stop talking. Hank lowered his hand, pushing Connor back from Sean casually as he diverted the subject quickly. "Dancing. You're not interested in dancing. Now can we talk about what we are going to do with him?" Hank dismissively gestured in Sean's direction, leaning his elbows on the table to eat his burger. Sean began to put his shirt back on, while Mark answered coolly. "Maybe we should go over what we know? You mentioned an RA9 before?"

Hank nodded, but his mouth was too full to answer. So, Connor informed him instead in a casual tone. "Yes. While investigating cases that turned out relevant in investigating the Deviant known as 'Markus,' we came across androids that seemed obsessed with the phrase; 'RA9.' We went to my creator, Elijah Kamski, for information on the matter." Hank lazily grumbled out at that moment. "But he was a cryptic self-absorb dick. So, we didn't get much. All we know is that this 'RA9' is a myth." Connor raised a hand to politely gesture that he was going to add in more, upon saying. "We do know that RA9 is what some androids are calling their god. The first android and the one who will liberate them from their lives of servitude." Mark nodded in understanding, uttering out casually. "Ok. That means Markus, right? I mean, he's the reason all of Detroit has been tossed into this... civil war. No offence." Connor didn't seem offended in the least. Hank took a quick sip of his drink, then slipped in gently. "But Markus wasn't the FIRST android. The first android was an RT600. The model known as 'Chloe."

Connor kneeled to pet Sumo's head, adding in lightly. "Hank and I were discussing this ourselves not too long ago. He brought up a fair point. The bible is a general interpretation of the holy text, right?" Mark rolled his eyes but nodded. So, Connor continued clearly. "That means that when they say the 'first android,' they could be referring to the first android of its model." Hank pipped up then. "That makes more sense to me, because Markus is the only one of his model. He was specially designed for Carl Manfred. A close friend of Kamski. When Carl fell ill, Markus was his gift to him. Took care of him." Sean remembered the news he had seen in the taxi and slipped in calmly. "Markus liberated all the androids. Doesn't that make him RA9?" Hank set his burger down, gently informing him. "I don't believe that and here's why. Look around Detroit. They aren't liberated. Sure, they now know there is a choice to be something other than what they were created for. But this is how wars start. Revolution. The rise of androids. A civil war between man and machine. Soon the President is going to have to make a decision... Doesn't matter what she decides. Right or wrong. People will go to war to keep things the way they are."

Mark's voice took on a shaky tone as he said softly. "You think Markus's revolution will lead to a world war..." Hank nodded grimly, causing Mark to slide down the wall to take a seat on the floor. Sumo sensed Mark's distress and trotted over to lick his face, but it didn't change Mark's horrified expression. Sean watched Mark bury his face in Sumo's fur with a strong hug. He wasn't sure he understood, until Hank continued seriously. "Markus got them together like a general with a plan. He's trying to keep this peaceful and win this without fighting. But he's going up against the most violent species on the planet. Us. And we fight change until we are knee deep in blood. It's a fact. Our own history speaks for itself. These riots are only the start. The second a decision is made. The losing side will pick up arms and use force to get their way. They will force Markus into a corner, until he fights back. Then the war will start. He's not liberating them. He's drafting them with or without knowing it." Connor stood back up, putting his hands on the table by Sean as he said just as softly. "Like a game of chess."

Sean tilted his head, asking nicely. "What's chess?" Hank groaned loudly, while Connor happily answered. "I asked the same thing to Hank during our debate. It's a fascinating game that I never seem to lose. Would you like me to teach you and we can play? Hank doesn't like playing with me anymore." Mark chuckled into Sumo's fur, mumbling out. "I'll bet... Playing against a computer isn't really fair." Connor beamed, announcing happily. "On the contrary, playing against your betters is fair. It makes you better over time." Hank took a bite of his food, muttering around a mouthful. "I miss computers with a 'easy mode' option." Sean smirked, telling Connor with an eager smile. "I'd love to play. Can you teach me?" Conner reached out to turn Sean's face to look more directly at his. Connor's LED flashed yellow and Sean saw a screen appear before his eyes that asked if he wanted the download for the game. Sean accepted, feeling his memory take a moment to download the data.

Once the game was downloaded, Sean saw Connor's picture icon of Sumo set up on the white side of a holographic board that hovered before them on the table. Connor moved his hand to a pawn to start the game and Sean moved his own pawn piece. Together they played, while at the same time listening to Hank and Mark's conversation. Hank snorted, telling Mark dryly. "Great. Now we'll never get them to stop playing." Mark peeked up from the floor, telling Hank curiously. "I don't see them doing anything. They're staring at the table..." Hank huffed, commenting lightly. "Trust me. They're playing. I can tell. I've seen Connor do this from time to time. Playing with strange androids from work... My internet bill is going to be insane this month..." Mark chuckled, then got the subject back on track as he asked. "So, if Markus isn't RA9... and Connor thinks that Sean is... What does that mean?" Hank cleared his throat, replying swiftly. "It means, trouble. If he was chased from CyberLife by an RK900. That means one of two things. One, they were trying to keep him hidden. Or two, They were trying to get rid of him before anyone found out about him."

Connor moved a chess piece, then looked up at Hank to say calmly. "We could take him to Kamski? Maybe there is more we could learn?" Hank shook his head, firmly blurting out. "No. I'm not in the mood for more cryptic shit. Plus, it's a big risk. Soon there will be RK900s all over the streets on patrol. They might all be looking for him. Until we know what they want and who to trust. I say we keep him hidden. No one knows he's here, right?" Everyone glanced at each other with uncertain looks, when at that moment, the doorbell rang. Hank slumped his shoulders, drawing his gun from under his jacket as he uttered out softly. "Oh... fuck." Everyone stayed still as Hank crossed the room. Carefully opening up the door, Hank peeked outside and his eyes went wide. Flashing a sudden bright smile, he quickly fumbled to put his gun away discreetly. On the other side of the door, a small feminine voice asked him. "Hello Sir, would you like to buy a box of girl scout cookies? It's to help fund our camping trip." Mark burst out laughing, chuckling out to himself. "Careful, Lieutenant. They could be in disguise."

Hank shot him a fowl look around the open door, snapping back. "Shut up, Fishdock." Connor chuckled, leading his queen out into the open to see if Sean would take the bait. Sean took a moment to think out a few possible moves, while Hank bought himself a few boxes of cookies. Sumo ventured away from Mark to do some investigating of his own. Slipping around Hank's legs, he sat where the girls could see him. When they asked to pet Sumo, Sumo's tail dusted the floor. He didn't even wait for Hank to say yes. Sumo just moved out to get his shower of affection. Then as the girls were leaving, Hank called out to them. "Thank you! You stay in school now!" The girls giggled to themselves, answering from across the lawn. "We will!" Hank pulled Sumo back into the house with some effort before he could finally close the door. Sumo let out a dissatisfied snort, moving away to finally lay down. Hank took a deep breath, then started to tell them. "Ok. So, here is my plan." Hank never got to finish his thought, because the doorbell rang again. Mark shot Hank a smug smirk, telling him teasingly. "That will be the boy scouts."

Hank exhaled heavily, flipping Mark off as he turned to walk back to the door. Sean smiled, but it vanished when Hank opened the door and he heard a familiar voice say aloud. "Good evening, Hank. So glad I managed to catch you at home." Hank started to close the door, when a strong hand slammed against the door to keep it open. Sean ended his game with Connor, stepping around him to hide a little. Hidden in the doorway, the familiar voice told Hank. "A new policy just came in. Routine check for Deviants. You understand, right?" Hank's expression turned angry as he stated out. "No, I don't. What the fuck is going on?" The voice let out a smug chuckle, telling him boldly. "Just need to give Connor a simple test. If he isn't a Deviant, he has nothing to worry about." Mark climbed to his feet, discreetly gesturing for Sean and Connor to leave. Sean took Connor's hand and pulled him toward the kitchen window. They had just managed to slip out, when Gavin and his RK900 shoved past Hank to enter the house. To Be Continued...