It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving day and Hank was awoken by the smell of something sweet baking in the kitchen, and of what sounded like a deeply philosophical discussion taking place in the same room. Sitting upright in his bed, his back aching with a notable twinge after he and Connor spent the evening chasing down shoplifters during the previous day's Black Friday madness, Hank let out a sigh and began to regret the idea of having Thanksgiving that day. Rubbing his right hand through his messy bedhead hair Hank sighed and slowly climbed out of the bed to limp down the hallway and check on the two deviant brothers who were working on making Thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen.

As he walked with an ache in his back down the hallway Hank peered inside the kitchen and spotted the two deviants, wearing red and blue button down dress shirts, sitting at the kitchen table with their right hands clasped together, and their elbows locked in place atop the table. The two L.E.D.'s were blinking in a fast yellow pace as the identical deviants fell disturbingly silent where they sat. Sumo was laying on the floor under the table between the brothers as if he had grown tired of their bizarre behavior.

Unsure of what he was seeing Hank called out to the duo as he lingered in the kitchen's doorway. "Uh, boys? What're you doing?"

Connor blinked once but never moved his arm, his blue shirt contrasting heavily against his yellow light. "We are trying to determine if Lucas is in fact physically stronger than I am, or if his physical changes are limited to just his mildly increased height."

"So... You're having an arm wrestling match?"

"Yes."

Staring at the two white knuckled interlocked hands clasped together Hank put his hands to his hips and stared at the little contest intently. "...Uh, who's winning right now?"

"...Tie."

"So why are you still wrestling if it's a tie?"

"Now it's an endurance test."

"Please don't tell me you two are going to develop a type of sibling rivalry now that you're living under the same roof."

"We are not."

Lucas blinked finally as he and Connor let up on their grip simultaneously. "We're not." Smoothing out his red dress shirt Lucas composed himself perfectly. "We were merely testing a few things that we were unable to previously test due to our mutual absences from CyberLife."

"All right, fine." Hank pressed his left palm to his lower back again as he breathed in a sigh of relief and felt Lucky rub against his right ankle. "Just go into the backyard if you want to box or wrestle. I don't want to clean up Thirium from the floors or furniture."

Connor lowered his hand and looked over at Hank as the senior detective rested his weight against the kitchen door frame. "How's your back?"

"Not great, but I can still move."

"We're already taking care of dinner." Connor insisted as his right fingertips pressed against the small white bandage over his right eye. He too had suffered minor injuries while dealing with chaotic shoppers the previous night. "You should go and take a hot shower."

"I'm not going to let you two do all the cooking when I'm going to eat, too."

"We've already taken care of both turkeys and desert. It's fine."

"Shit, you both- Wait, never mind." Remembering who he was dealing with Hank sighed and shook his head a little. "You're deviants, you can do a bunch of stuff much faster and easier than humans can."

Lucas agreed with Connor and stood up from the kitchen table to speak to Hank directly. "Go take a shower. Your back is hurting you."

"Yeah, yeah... Don't forget which of us is the father in this family."

"It's two against one, Hank." Crossing his arms over his chest Lucas gave the senior detective an impressively stern glance. There was a small blue scrape on Lucas's right elbow as he and Noreen also had their share of handling the crazies during the holidays. "Don't think you can dissuade us."

Connor agreed and stood up from the table as well. "And you just admitted that we're deviants who are faster and more efficient than humans. If it becomes necessary we'll force you into the shower by hand."

"Don't threaten me. It might be two against one, but I still outweigh you two feather-weights." Shuffling down the hallway and into the bathroom Hank sighed again, then began to chuckle to himself as the door shut behind him with a soft 'click'. "They really are good kids."

Back in the kitchen Connor checked through everything they had prepared and everything that still needed to be prepared. It was strange knowing that he and Lucas were going to be able to consume Thirium-based food that was designed to imitate human food, and partake in a human tradition such as Thanksgiving alongside their father and good friends. It was a strange and welcoming concept as a whole.

"Noreen just texted me." Lucas confirmed as he and Connor continued to mess with their ingredients in the kitchen. The deviant still had a few recipes from Aaron logged away that he wanted to use. "She'll be over in one hour and she promised to bring the homemade pies for Hank and Abby to share."

"That's good. I haven't received a text from Abby yet, but she promised that she would never pass up an opportunity to have a free meal with her friends. She also said she'd be bringing a Thirium-based desert for us to try."

"Is there anyone else who needs somewhere to go during the holidays? I doubt we're the only ones celebrating the holiday two days later than tradition states."

"From what I've been told everyone at the precinct was able to spend time with their families or friends. Tina went to Gavin and Aaron's house and I'm certain she made sure to drop off numerous gifts for their baby in the process."

"I'm looking forward to being a godfather." Lucas stated sincerely as he helped Connor preparing the next dish to be offered at dinner. Thirium-based instant mashed potatoes looked more like blue gelatin while it was still in powder form, but it was supposed to taste like actual potatoes. "I've never been around children before."

"Me neither."

"I wonder what it'll be like?"

Connor's posture slumped a little as he tried to move past what he and Skye endured over the summer about her own personal loss. He didn't fault Lucas for his enthusiasm for a positive thing and merely responded in a dismissive way. "...Don't know."

Picking up on his brother's dour mood Lucas quickly changed the subject. "I know that Tina is going to be a terror considering she's already planning on 'spoiling the baby rotten', whatever that means."

"I believe it's what humans refer to as doting entirely on the baby and giving them everything they could possibly want. They are considered 'spoiled' because being given such adoration typically creates a negative or 'rotten' personality."

"Ah, now I know why Gavin is so worried about it."

Receiving a text message from Abby the glum mood suddenly lifted as Connor was grateful for the distraction. "Abby is on her way and wants to know if she needs to pick up anything from the store."

"No, we're ready for anything."

"Noted." Communicating with the technician Connor let her know they were taken care of. "She'll be here soon."

"Then we should increase the length of the dining table by adding the leaf to the middle." Lucas suggested as he turned around to look at the rather small circular table behind him. "I cleaned it up and left in the laundry room last night after I came home."

"Good idea." Kneeling down beside the table Connor released the latches beneath and patted Sumo's back a few times. "Sorry, boy. You have to move aside and stay out of the kitchen for the day. You already got in trouble for eating food you shouldn't have eaten."

Feeling his back finally loosen up and stop hurting Hank stepped out of the shower and made his way back into his bedroom to change into a slightly dressier attire for the sake of the holiday. As he pulled open his closet Hank heard the front door open and recognized Noreen's voice as she greeted her partner and thanked him for inviting her over. Not long after he pulled a solid red button down shirt from the back of his closet Hank heard the front door open a second time as Abby arrived as well. Having a house full of people who were laughing and speaking enthusiastically was a nice change from the usual quiet of the house he had grown used to for far too long.

Choosing his clean clothes Hank changed quickly and made his way down the hallway to greet his guests. As expected the two additional people were in the kitchen talking to the deviants, and unsurprisingly Abby was checking on the bandage over Connor's right eye. The sight of his two deviant sons being able to socialize with their friends and being calm was very reassuring of things to come.

"Nice to see you Noreen, Abby." Hank announced his presence and looked at the goodies that had been brought to the house. A peach cobbler, apple pie, pecan pie and a pumpkin pie were all on the table and teasing the senior detective. "Whichever one of you brought the pies is always welcome here."

Noreen proudly took credit for the desserts and gave Hank a theatrical bow. "That'd be me, Lieutenant."

"When your yearly evaluation comes around I'll tell Rourke to give you a raise just for bringing in the peach cobbler."

"Good to know." She proudly crossed her arms over her chest and over top her dark purple blouse. "Next time I'll bring a chocolate pie."

"That's bump ya' straight up to Lieutenant."

Abby just smirked as she replaced Connor's bandage and sighed. "Glad to know I won't be alone with overeating those desserts tonight. Hope you and Lucas like the Thirium-based blueberry pie I managed to find."

"I'm sure it'll taste fine." Connor reassured as he pressed his right fingertips over his replaced bandage. "Thank you for doing that for us."

"No problem." Stepping back Abby's own pale blue blouse was smoothed out as she readjusted her sleeves to roll them back down to her wrists. "It's nice to have the chance to eat an actual Thanksgiving dinner again, and do so with people who don't drive me up the wall! I've missed it."

Sympathizing with Abby's feelings Noreen tagged on with her own mutual feelings. "Yeah, I get that. The only times my parents were together while I was growing up was on the holidays, but even then it wasn't guaranteed. Dad working with the F.B.I. made holiday celebrations a coin toss..."

Lucas motioned toward the livingroom to try to lighten the mood back up. "Since we're all together now, could you show me what other traditions happen on Thanksgiving? Hank says it's mandatory to watch football and eat everything that has been cooked, but I suspect there's something more to be found with such a large holiday."

"The football and eating part is in fact true," giving Hank a coy wink Noreen accompanied Lucas into the livingroom and was promptly greeted by Sumo as the massive dog came over to meet the kind detective. "but in my house my family would always pick out the largest puzzle in the whole store to put together in the livingroom while we waited for dinner to finish cooking."

"That's something I believe we can do."

"Really?"

"Yes. When I lived with Gavin he encouraged me to buy things to personalize my bedroom or buy things that'll intrigue my curiosity. One such things I've purchased is a five-thousand-piece puzzle, but I never put it together due to being busy with work or tending to Lucky's kittens."

"Want to put it together now?"

"Yes, it should be completed at least once. I'll bring it down."

Hank had overheard the comment and joined Noreen in the livingroom while Lucas went upstairs for a moment. "That's a brilliant way to make the time pass by faster. Football games are great to watch, but sometimes they can be too damn slow."

"That's what mom said. It also kept me and my brother out of the kitchen so she could cook without us getting underfoot."

"Smart lady. So why aren't you... You know?"

"Oh, uh, mom passed away."

"I'm sorry. When?"

"Six years ago. She got sick and couldn't shake it."

"That's rough. My mom went down from cancer when I was still a teenager, I know how much it sucks."

Lucas returned to the ground floor and placed a large and unopened puzzle box on the coffee table to be opened. The cover of the box showed a very elaborate replica of Vincent VanGogh's 'Starry Night', and everyone knew they had quite the task ahead of them. Opening the box Lucas gave Noreen a casual shrug of his shoulders as he knew she wanted to ask why he chose such a design. "I like the blue coloration and swirling lines. It's... soothing."

"Whatever you say, Lucas."

From the kitchen Connor took care of the oven and noticed that Abby was pressing her fingertips against her temples as if in pain. "Headache?"

"A little one. I'm sure I'll feel better after I eat."

"Want to eat something now? No one will complain if you have one thing."

"Got any ibuprofen?"

"Yes." Standing up from where he was crouched down Connor made his way out of the kitchen to get to the bathroom and open up the medicine cabinet. As he he returned to the kitchen he noticed that Lucky was rubbing against Abby's ankles and mewing at her to get some attention. "Lucky likes you."

"I like her." Stooping down a little pet the cat's ears Abby accepted the two medicinal tablets from Connor to take. "Thanks."

"Have you been having trouble sleep again?"

"No, I've been sleeping just fine since..." Popping the pills into her mouth Abby swallowed the medication and sighed. "You know." Picking up Lucky from the floor Abby rubbed her ears and chin as she spoke. "I've been sleeping great ever since. I've been feeling more tired as of late, but I think that's because I'm not just running on pure fear induced adrenaline anymore. Work's always busy this time of year since so many poor deviants get knocked around by impatient humans."

"I've noticed that particular pattern myself. It's a shame that the holiday seasons that are supposed to bring people together tend to push people away."

"That's humanity in a nutshell. How about you? Anymore nightmares or other problems with getting rest?"

"No, I've been resting very well." Glancing at the livingroom where Hank, Lucas and Noreen were gathered Connor nodded in the direction of the coffee table where he could see the massive puzzle being splayed out to be put together, piece by piece. "Perhaps we should join the others in the livingroom. Dinner won't be ready for another five hours."

"Five hours and one big-ass puzzle." An amusing flash of mischief shone in her hazel eyes as she and Connor walked into the livingroom side by side. "I wonder how fast two deviants can put together a large puzzle like this?"

Sensing the competition suddenly brewing in the air Hank gave Abby a somewhat annoyed look, but it passed by quickly as he was now curious about such a claim, too. "I guess there's only one way to find out, right boys?"

As Connor sat down beside Lucas on the couch the brothers exchanged inquisitive glances as they cybernetically began debating about which of the two would be able to solve the puzzle faster. Without saying a word the duo began swiftly picking up the pieces and sliding them over the table much to the amusement of their three humans companions.

Noreen's brow arched a little as she watched her partner's competitive streak finally show itself after all the months they spent working together. "Oh, this is going to be interesting..."

The puzzle was finished in what was arguably record time as the deviant brothers showcased their detective skills and enhanced software in a truly engaging manner. After the brothers discussed the efficiency of their puzzle solving skills and determined that they again had tied regarding the speed and accuracy of their work, Lucas made a cybernetic note to order more puzzles for the future, while Connor decided to check on dinner back in the kitchen. It was a little silly to see the brothers slowly acting more like siblings should in regard to a friendly competition, but no one minded the friendly competition.

With the puzzle completed and the football game underway the oddball family remained together in the livingroom and took bets on the game. Connor and Lucas were prohibited from making any bets since their advanced software gave them an unfair advantage, but the others had their bets ready to go. It looked like, as per usual, Hank was going to win since he was a pro at analyzing all of the factors in a single game, not just the score.

Dinner was done right on time and everyone gathered in the kitchen to eat together. While the humans had no problem loading up their plates with the steaming warm food that filled the house with an intoxicating aroma, the two deviants were more hesitant to partake of everything that had been provided. The duo were curious to try the new tastes, but they were skeptical of what could possibly be a bad taste compared to a good one.

Hank could see the hesitation and just smirked at the deviants sitting side by side at the table. "Boys, if you don't like the way something tastes you don't HAVE to eat it. And if neither of you like something we can donate the food to local food kitchens. They're open for the rest of the year all day long."

"Right, thank you." Lucas replied as he and Connor helped themselves to a small portions of everything Thirium-based to taste them. After discreetly taking the Thirium-based wine he had been holding onto since summer from his bedroom closet, Connor poured Lucas and himself a glass to ensure it didn't go to waste by any means. "I'm sure we'll like it, it's just how much we'll like it that needs to be specified."

Abby was sitting beside Connor and watching the way the shy deviant sampled each item carefully before determining what he did and did not like. Even when she wasn't working Abby found it hard to not study deviant behavior at every chance she had. As she tasted her own food Abby gushed over how amazing it tasted. "Oh wow, whoever seasoned this turkey did an amazing job!"

"Thank you." Connor felt himself blush a little at the compliment. "It was Aaron's recipe, but he shared it with Lucas and now myself."

"Remind me to donate a few extra gifts to Aaron's fire station during the 'Toys For Tots' drive this year."

Noreen agreed as she took a bite of her meal and decided to do the same. "I'll join you with those extra donations. This is amazing!"

It didn't take Hank to agree on the turkey and made a mental note to do the same. "Damn. If I knew firefighters were such great cooks there's a chance I would've had a slight change of career in my youth."

The deviants tried their own Thirium-based food, all of which had been seasoned with Thirium-based spices that were the equivalent to their corresponding human spices, and agreed that Aaron was in fact a very good cook. As they consumed their meal the two brothers cybernetically discussed potentially changing from pure liquid Thirium replenishments to more physical Thirium through Thirium-based food instead. Not only was in more enjoyable to taste something that wasn't metallic or always liquid, but it made them feel more normal when in the company of their human friends and family.

Dinner quickly turned to dessert and every one of the pies had been devoured. Connor and Lucas did find the Thirium-based blueberry pie to be very tasty, while the humans were more interested in the sugary counterparts since they had to watch their diets every day of their lives.

The only two who were left out of the meal were Sumo and Lucky, who failed to successfully beg for any scraps from the table. Almost as if they were pouting the massive dog and fluffy cat laid side by side on Sumo's pillow out of sight as they waited for everyone to finish their own meals in the kitchen.

One by one the plates at the table were cleared as everyone cleaned up after themselves politely. Hank elected to wash the dishes since Connor and Lucas cooked everything, while Noreen and Abby brought dessert, but he wasn't alone. Everyone helped clean up the kitchen, albeit slowly because of their heavy meals, and the garbage was taken care of to keep Sumo and Lucky out of trouble.

Carrying the loaded garbage bags out to the curb for proper disposal Connor sighed and pressed his left palm over his artificial stomach and ran a self diagnostic as he walked. According to his system his artificial stomach was at just above maximum capacity hence his discomfort, but he wasn't in serious shape. Loitering outside the backdoor Connor stayed outside for a moment and watched as the wind blew through the now bare trees as a thin layer of frost began forming over the dried up grass.

The backdoor beside Connor opened slowly as Abby stepped out to check on him curiously. "Hey, you okay?"

"...Fine."

"You're not. I'm a technician so it's impossible to lie to me." Standing before Connor she crossed her arms over her chest to endure the building cold as she gave the deviant a studious stare. "What's wrong?"

Keeping his palm in place Connor told her the truth. "...My stomach."

"Oh, now I get it." Smirking at the way Connor blushed again Abby just shook her head. "You're not the only one who overate tonight, you know?"

"Do you feel sick, too?"

"I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about Lucas." Pointing through the kitchen window to the livingroom Abby indicated to Lucas laying on the couch on his back with his right palm resting over his torso. "He's got a bit of a bellyache, too. A few manual overrides can take the pressure out of your stomachs if you'll let me help you."

"...We may have brought this on ourselves in a foolish manner."

"It's normal to overeat on Thanksgiving. I know I ate more than my share this year, but I don't regret it. In fact, I might go back for seconds."

"Did you and Noreen or Hank engage in a mild... competition."

Her hazel eyes lit up as she finally understood why Connor was so embarrassed. "You didn't."

"...We did."

"You two were having an eating contest right under our noses?" Laughing at the silly nature Abby rubbed her palms up and down her arms to shake off the cold as she kept Connor company outside. "What is with you two?"

"We're finally able to spend more time together as brothers, and we can finally see how we're different according to CyberLife's standards."

"And you compared each other's limits through puzzles and overeating?"

"We... also had an arm wrestling contest earlier."

Laughing again Abby put her hands on Connor's shoulders as she stayed with him. "You two are too cute! I have to know, what did you find out?"

"...Beyond Lucas having finalized programs and software in comparison to my nearly identical beta programs and software, we are the same. Lucas is one point two inches taller and initially had gray irises, but we are the same in every physical function."

"Well, not that you know you're the same I hope that keeps your sibling rivalry at bay."

"We're not rivals in any form, we're brothers."

"Good answer."

Letting out a small breath Connor's brow furrowed as he began to feel a little sick. "...We should go inside."

"Lay down for a minute and I'll help you. If you're going to feed me amazing food and not make me pay a cent for it, the least I can do is take the edge of your stomachache while I'm here."

"Thank you."

Feeling Abby's left hand press to his back as they walked inside the house Connor noticed that Hank was relaxing in the recliner with Sumo and Lucky hanging out with him, while Noreen leaned over the back of the couch to tease her partner for being a bit of pig at dinner. Everything in the house was calm and peaceful which was a very welcoming feeling for everyone gathered together.

Reaching his bedroom Connor laid down on his bed and let Abby roll up his left sleeve to get to his forearm. Retracting the artificial skin from the limb Connor gave her full access to the plastimetal paneling, and soon felt relief as she manually took care of the persistent discomfort in his abdominal region.

"You know," Abby reminisced as she helped Connor through his stomachache. "this is like when we did that undercover operation together. You got a little seasick on the boat ride out the isle."

"I remember." As the pain let up Connor sat upright on his bed and looked over at Baron swimming about gracefully in the crystal clear water of the aquarium. The little blue fish was a silent companion that always helped Connor feel like he was never alone. "I appreciate your help."

"No problem." Glancing about the bedroom curiously Abby noticed the guitar sitting in the corner of the room and pointed to it energetically. "I didn't know you played guitar."

"Yes, and Lucas plays the saxophone."

"Can I hear you play something?"

"I... I suppose that's okay." Climbing back off the bed Connor picked up his guitar and slung the strap around his neck and shoulder to hold the instrument properly. "Do you have a request?"

"Just one. Do you know the song 'The Boxer'?"

Closing his eyes Connor cybernetically downloaded the note sheet for the song and his fingers began to move automatically as he began to perfectly play the song as requested. "...I do now."

As the song began to play out Noreen appeared in the doorway to enjoy the impromptu concert for herself, and soon was joined by Lucas as he too checked in on his big brother. Feeling suddenly inspired Lucas interrupted the song for just a moment as an idea popped into his head. "There is enough dried kindling in the tool shed that we could have a bonfire tonight. You should bring your guitar outside."

Connor looked to his brother, saw that he had gathered a small audience, and decided to go for it. "All right. Bring your saxophone."

"Will do."

Giving Connor a knowing glance Abby sighed and made her way toward the bedroom door to give the small room more space. "We're not going to have a 'battle of the bands' out back, are we?"

"No. We play different instruments, such a competition would be illogical."

Shaking her head at the response Abby proceeded to layer up with her coat and grabbed the final piece of pumpkin pie in the kitchen while she waited for Lucas and Connor to get dressed and get the bonfire in the backyard ready.

Noreen saw her eating again and let out an exaggerated sigh as she put on her own coat. "How can you be eating again?"

"Because I'm not feeling horny right now, and if I'm not in the mood for sex the next best thing is food."

"You know what? You're a wise woman." Noreen snickered as she picked a single piece of apple lingering in the apple pie's pan, and popped it into her mouth. The warm cinnamon coated apple slice was divine. "Besides, with winter coming who's going to tell anyone to watch their weight? We're supposed to bulk up in the cold season."

"Damn straight. Not to mention everyone always chooses 'lose weight' as their New Year's resolutions anyway. If there's pie on the table and snow on the grass, I'm not going to be watching my calories until that damn groundhog tells us when spring is coming."

Connor and Lucas headed toward the backdoor with their respective instruments in their hands and huddled under their leather jackets, and shortly thereafter Hank was behind them with Sumo at his side. He too was layered up against the cold and much like Abby and Noreen, he couldn't stop himself from grabbing one passing bite on the all but destroyed desserts on the kitchen counter.

"I don't think I've ever had a bonfire on Thanksgiving." Hank observed as he held the backdoor open for Abby and Noreen. "Then again, this is the Saturday after Thanksgiving, so I guess I still haven't."

"I'm not a fan of the cold, but I do like good music." Abby commented as she and Noreen slipped outside with Hank and Sumo. "Why not enjoy a warm fire and some live music while I deny all the sugar I just ate?"

Hank approved of her suggestion and made his way toward the tool shed to help the deviant brothers. "You're all right, Abby."

The small group of friends and family gathered in the middle of the backyard where Connor and Lucas had dug a small fire pit, and lined it with large stones that once lined the now untouched flowerbed beside the tool shed. Sitting in folding and camping chairs around the glowing firepit Hank, Abby and Noreen all listened to the brothers playing their instruments and create a beautiful melody together. Hank leaned back and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the music, while Noreen discreetly recorded the concert on her phone and Abby endured Sumo drooling all over her as he pressed his chin to her lap affectionately.

The simple gathering was impressively calming and it somehow made the impending winter chill go by unnoticed. The warmth of the fire and its welcoming glow were the perfect companions to the song echoing through the backyard long after the sun had set. Despite the harsh cold and darkness of the world around them, the small family composed of friends who lost their own families or just wanted to have a second family to call their own, were entirely comfortable and at peace with the world.

Hank opened his blue eyes and stared at his sons over the orange flames with utter pride. The deviant who had been completely reclusive and guarded from the world after surviving the Revolution was now being social and open without anyone needed to try to coax him out of his shell. And the lost deviant who had been locked away to be forgotten by CyberLife was now good friends with so many people, and found himself a family when he was essentially condemned to die alone.

Everyone was doing so much better than they had been the previous year.

The senior detective had quit drinking, started eating healthier and exercising more, and his hot temper had cooled down significantly. Rather than snapping at people the instant they entered his line of sight or pushing everyone away from him so he could be alone in his misery, Hank let his paternal side reveal itself once more as he took in two orphaned deviants who just needed a loving family and a warm home. Deep down inside Hank would always be a father first and a detective second.

Connor was no longer the 'Deviant Hunter' or the victim of someone else's decisions. He was a skilled detective who had gained a strong reputation with his colleagues and his friends alike. Despite his mistrust and initial fear of Hank due to their original introduction and cases together, Connor was willing to give the senior detective the chance to earn his trust. The way Hank had gone out of his way to give Connor a home, new clothes, an actual bed of his own and helped him to recover after being wounded and sick so many times in the past had all been tremendous steps forward in giving Connor someone to rely on.

As for Lucas, he easily adapted to his deviancy and found his own personality only after befriending the most abrasive detective in the entire city, and slowly found himself in the middle of the chaos. Instead of being a cold shell of a person, Lucas became impressively warm and compassionate - far from the heartless tool and weapon that CyberLife had expected him to become.

Even Noreen and Abby seemed to be thriving. Noreen was able to prove that her skill and reputation as a detective weren't just from her father's influence as a famous F.B.I. agent, and that she had earned everything she had through hard work and dedication. Meanwhile, Abby herself was able to escape from an unstable ex-boyfriend in Chicago, and make a huge difference in Detroit by tending to the deviants in need of her help.

"You know something?" Hank spoke up as he watched the deviants giving their concert. "I think this night is going to be the beginning of a brand new era for us all."

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