TEXT: Day after the Festivities

[sociallychallenged]

Username: dpdhank@dualislink

My name is Hank Anderson, I'm a patrol officer with Dualis's police. I think I met a few people at the Dualis Days festival, many of them during the unfortunate opening ceremonies.

The police are conducting an official investigation but I want to conduct my own independent investigation. In my experience that usually solves cases a little more quickly. [That's how he and Connor made it as far as they did, superseding what was technically required of them. The end result was also the better result for the world, not the preferred result for the powers that be, too.]

I know some of you were close to the bombing. If you're interested and able to give me some information I'll be in the kitchen on floor six for the rest of the evening.

[Anyone that comes to find him will be lucky. For the moment he'll be listening to some jazz he loaded onto a music player and speaker he found in a thrift shop rather than metal. But you better believe when it's necessary he'll switch to metal if he has to. In the meantime he's also reading an actual paper book, a softcover novel that he was lucky enough to find.]

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[helpdesk_hero]

Some Matrix shit. Well that earns a very warm smile from David.

“Choose the correct pill, Neo,” he teases as he stands to stretch. Sitting around here much longer will mess with him. “Of course, if it was, wouldn’t this be easier to get out of in some ways?”

But he offers Hank a bit of a smile at least.

“Trust me, I know what it’s like to come down on the wrong side of things because of how you were raised to believe something. I’ll do my best not to screw either of us over. I’ll send you a message when I get back to my room, so you know how to reach me.”

[sociallychallenged]

"I don't know, I'd have to figure out which world actually has all my stuff." Though if it's something like that, he has no idea how he'd deal with that.

Oh well. Guess he'll figure that out when he finds out what the bomber wanted.

"Yeah. Please. And I'll keep you in mind if I can find some good music. I don't know what all you're into, but there's gotta be somethin' decent played live." He's guessing perhaps David might not appreciate Metal like he does. But Rhythm and Blues and Jazz Hank can definitely pick through and scrutinize with the heir of a true connoisseur.

Seems a good end?

[helpdesk_hero]

“Jazz. I am a cultured Chicago man,” David reminds him with a brief nod. “Good luck, Hank. Hopefully we find a reasonable answer to all of this.”

Not that those answers are likely to be easily won. David offers the briefest nod before heading for the door. God help him, he wants to start looking now.