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This is Hank Anderson, and I recently got my promotion so it's now Det. Hank Anderson. Which is why I wanted to make this announcement.

[Hank still wants to research into the missing people and initiate his vague plan to devalue the iterations. Right now the public see them as a protective force for good. Hank wants the people to see other fucking people as their reliable protective force. That in the many variations of temperaments and personalities and creative resolutions to conflict, they can find their safety.]

I have a case that could use some assistance from some specialized outsiders. If you could come to me and lay out your experience and training, I would like to offer you temporary deputy work in helping solve this case.

Necessary qualifications include:
-Combat against armed opponents
-Negotiation and Interrogation
-Ability to secure an area until CSI arrives (cursory crime scene analysis a bonus)

Due to Dualis's policy on providing payment through credit, if you would want rewards we would have to attach a name to your activities. However if you'd want to work off-record [which is as close to anonymously as he can get] we could come to some sort of arrangement such as donated payment.

I'll be at the cat cafe to conduct interviews 4:00 to 6:00 in the afternoon for the next week. You can show up when it's convenient to talk. Sounds like a fucking weird place for it, yes, it'll make more sense when you're there.

I've also arranged for donated goods to be offered when people come in and might find themselves in a state of disrepair or any nicer version of saying fucked the hell up. New clothes, medical things like crutches for people with chronic conditions, sanitary supplies like soap and toothbrushes, things of that nature. So if you want to donate something to the people coming in there's a donation box in the dormitory's lower entryway and they'll be taken to the temple.

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Like he promises, Hank's waiting around at the cat cafe whenever someone shows up. Usually reading a book, sometimes bored, sometimes deeply into it. Right by his side though? A mammoth green cat, purring and resting her head against his arm. She's twitching her tail to and fro.

Hank is pretty sure he'll be able to tell if someone is bullshitting their credentials and whether they'll do intentional harm with their new role. It's hard to do background checks when different universes are involved, but he thinks he's figured out a way to beat the system without having to use any of the department's lie detectors.

Note: Plotting post here.

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I'm not gonna pledge any loyalties, that's for damn sure. I'll work with people I know I can count on and that's it. He exhales. There are woods around. There's mines. There's secret spaces to stash away. If these drug dealers can stay out of iteration vision, if the Heart can, then they can, too. If they have to run, they'll run.

It's a desperate sort of situation.

"Is this what it was like before?" Hank asks out loud, finally. Meaning that ship, the attack of the federal agents, the subversive planning. It was just days of action, an aggravated, overquick situation.

Connor's only told him so much about how it was.

He can live with that. No allegiances. The only loyalty he needs to have here is to Hank - and ow long has that been the case, anyway? That Hank is the only person he can really rely on? Living rough doesn't put him off either - he'll do it if he has to, even if what he's seen of it hasn't always been…

"Jericho?" he says softly, even though he knows that's what Hank means. "I didn't stay there long, but it was rough. They had to steal parts and thirium they needed - and so many of the androids there were injured they still never had enough.

"I'm surprised as many of them survived the invasion as they did. A group of us fought some off and jumped overboard, and we helped who we could, but most of them weren't equipped for fighting or surviving anything."

And this was just androids - androids don't need any of the basic things humans need for survival, most of which were missing on Jericho. Even the simple things a human might take for granted like being warm and dry just weren't available there. A place like Jericho is only good for a being who can't feel cold, or discomfort.

A group of androids could hide anywhere they wanted. Here, hiding organics, it's going to be a lot more difficult.

He tilts his head back, mouth pursed in thought. "Maybe that's how Markus drew people to him at first. He thought for himself, he came up with ideas to let them make their own lives better."

They'll find out more as they delve into this drug ring, he's sure of it. They can get by. He's just dreading reencountering that feeling of needing to run. In Detroit they had hope, they could get to Canada. He could plan. Here he'll just have to run, and that's all he can think ahead to.

"We'll make sure we get you that thirium."

The hand that's on their joined ones lifts to rest at the back of Connor's neck, rubbing his thumb there fondly and soothingly. Though it's as much for himself as it is for Connor.

He closes his eyes at the touch to the back of his neck, tilting his head forward a little to give Hank's thumb easier access. He's grinning fondly as he squeezes Hank's other hand in both his own, letting the pleasant warmth of that feeling flow through their connection.

"Thanks," he murmurs. "I'm sure there's somewhere we can keep a couple gallons of thirium."

At his part-time job, if it comes to it. It's not urgent - they've already established there's a lot more they need to take care of first.

"Did anybody else say they were coming down here?" he asks presently, taking one hand away from Hank's only to momentarily pet the cat who's realised it's not the centre of attention and is craning up to nose at his face.

"Only a couple of people. If anyone else shows up, it'll be with their names off the network." And he can't blame them. Right now he's using the excuse of people not wanting to reveal their secret identities as vigilantes to allow them to avoid naming themselves. But he can also see, now, how careful he'll have to be about showing what they can do.

"You know, despite everything? It feels good to be doing this again. Even if it's only a hot fuckin' minute... at least it's a good-bye to something I really loved doing, you know?"

Connor might have hated it. His context was horrible, as they'd just discussed. The goals nightmarish, and his own kind was terrified of him. But to Hank? He'd made the world a little better with it. He doesn't know how much it matters here, but he's glad to try.

"You don't have to say good-bye to it," he says, and means it. Even if Connor doesn't want to be in the same field, Hank needs his own life. He needs something that makes him feel like he's doing something, here and home, wherever home ends up being. No functioning police department will ever let them work together anyway. "You're good at it. You're a good cop - a good person. We need good people."

He's still referring to cops as 'we', somehow. Maybe he's not totally divorced from this just yet.

"Just because I don't want to do it anymore, doesn't mean you shouldn't."

"I do, though. I need to recognize when I've hit a hard limit about doing the right thing." He picks up Connor's hand and kisses it again. He doesn't know why he enjoys it. Maybe it's just that he likes scruffing his facial hair against his knuckles as he does.

"If the Detroit PD was asking me to send a man to his death for not being a good enough of an investigator, I had no place there."

And here, he knows he'll hit a hard line of being a decent person, too.

Connor frowns, but is immediatly distracted by Hank lifting his hand to kiss it, a gesture that never fails to feel like it's twisting his thirium pump and springing it back into place with a jolt.

But the frown deepens. "Hank, I never told anybody but you they were going to decommission me. That's not what they were doing."

But Fowler's not an idiot. There was probably only ever one end to Connor's time with the Detroit PD. If he didn't know, it's because he chose not to think about it. But Connor can't bring himself to hate Fowler for it, or anybody for the way they acted. It feels like a waste of his emotions.

"What about... When we get home, I mean - you going elsewhere? Or even doing private work?"

"I don't think it'd be as good alone. I'd end up lonely and pissed off."

Hank wraps his hands around Connor's fingers, holding them. It had been obvious, to him. "I'll look into it. But if possible, I'd like us to pick out somethin' we could both work towards. I uh... I know you want to choose your own course in life. I don't want to get in the way of that. But I'm hoping that we have enough in common that we could work out something to work towards together.

"I want to share my life with you. I don't want to just be a cop that comes home every night. I wanna do things to make the world better. Hopefully with you, if it's worth it to find some sorta middle ground."

This is an impossibly hopeful conversation about the future, but he wants to have it. They might not be cop partners now, but he wants to be some fashion of partner with him in the future.

Connor's fingers wrap around Hank's automatically, the most natural thing in the world, like he was programmed for it, as he listens to Hank so intently there might be nothing else in the room, let alone a cat busy kneading Connor's thighs and another one the size of a large dog disdainfully licking its paw by Hank's feet.

"It's worth it," he affirms, barely loudly enough for Hank to hear him. He always assumed Hank would remain a detective, one way or another, somehow. His mental association of Hank is that of a detective, it's hard to break that. But somehow Hank is more ready to change himself than Connor is to change a perception.

"Whatever I do, I always planned on it being compatible with my life with you," he says, then pauses, just to make sure he's got his feelings in order, that he can say them. He can. "Making a life with you instead of around you sounds perfect."

"Wanna know something funny? I kinda wanted to do the same thing with you." He would have supported Connor, probably even foolishly attempted to do something that he wasn't fond of just to help his love pave his own path. That might have made him become bitter, unhappy, regretful in the long run. This is a better idea.

"So if I did do the private thing, maybe I could do it on behalf of androids somehow. Make the world a little safer for us." Us. Not just Connor. So they can love each other freely, and won't get in trouble for sharing that. "Hunt down perps who assault androids where people like Gavin Reed might let 'em get off scott free. Social media can be a hell of a thing. Throw some info up and pressure could land them in jail."

And Hank is grinning now, happy at the prospect. They're gonna make it work. The idea of losing Connor for his own good, his own freedom, seems less likely. He can still find good and freedom with him. He's practically fucking beaming, actual real hope radiating from the seams in his battered face.

"So…" The smile spreading across Connor's face is like a force of nature, unstoppable. "You wanna go into business together?"

The smile becomes a delighted sort of laugh, a feeling so intense it can't stay inside him, he can't contain it. He recognises it - excitement, true, actual hope, anticipation for the future that he's never really had before. He hasn't known what it would be, hasn't been able to place himself in it with any more than vague impressions. Now, he sees that place forming, concrete and real.

And that place involves something that could really help people, really help not only androids, but the humans who want to spend their lives with them. Connor couldn't build a new society or negotiate rights - that's Markus's role. But he can find justice for those who have never been allowed it. He and Hank both.

"I think there'll be real demand for that when we go back," he says, voice a little strained with the emotion, the excitement, bit steady all the same. "Missing people, victims of hate crime, androids who don't feel like they have a place in society or don't know where to turn. We both know people with connections, there has to be a lot we can do with that."

Androids in Connor's place, humans in Hank's. Between them, they can be something of a bridge between two worlds as they come together a bit at a time.

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