Retr1buion: Thanks so much! There will certainly be more twists and turns along the way.

MagicalWitch92: Thanks again! Unfortunately Hank is taking a back-seat in this chapter as he continues his investigation, but will be back soon enough.

Apologies for the short length in this chapter, but more will be coming soon. :)

Very few in Detroit could channel their presence quite like Markus could. As he entered the police station bullpen every single person briefly glanced up, judging him as either a threat or an ally. Markus was used to those looks. He ignored them as he proceeded to Captain Fowler's office and knocked on the door.

Seeing him, Fowler swore under his breath, too low for a human to pick up but not for his audio processors. Normally he would find it amusing, but not today. It all but confirmed what he already suspected.

"Markus. What can I do for you?" Fowler asked.

Markus cut straight to the point. "Connor. Where is he?"

"Not here. I'll let him know that you called." Fowler's face was a mask. Almost like an android.

"I am aware that he is currently the chief suspect in a murder investigation," Markus said.

Fowler frowned. "How, exactly?"

"I have my sources."

Almost against his will Fowler glanced at his glass wall, where the security androids were standing in stations next to the bullpen. They were supposedly in stasis mode, but…they were close enough that they could hear every word every detective in the area was saying. That was pure nightmare fuel. Fowler blinked and returned to the subject at hand. "We haven't caught him yet, if that's what you're wondering."

"And when you do, you will immediately transfer him to Jericho."

Fowler laughed. He couldn't help it, even as Markus frowned at the reaction. "Does that place even have jail cells?'

"We can probe his memory to determine what truly happened. It will be far quicker and far more effective than any interrogation method you can offer. And if he is indeed guilty, than he will face justice."

"Hm," Fowler raised a mug of coffee to his lips. "Whatever 'justice' you have in mind, for better or for worse, isn't recognized by this precinct. So, your request for a transfer is denied."

Markus was taken aback by this. "Connor is first and foremost a citizen of Jericho. You can't hold him here."

"I certainly can, and I will," Fowler stated.

"And this precinct only exists in operation because Jericho permits it," Markus stated. "Perhaps I should re-evalute whether or not it should be in operation."

Hoh boy. Fowler slowly stood. "You could do that, son. Certainly there are for more androids out there than humans right now. You could tear this building apart and I doubt we could stop all of you. Just know two things. One-you'll only get Connor over my dead body. And two-before that happens, I will report everything you did to the media. And to Washington. That can't look good for the old revolution, will it? That you decided to murder police officers because you don't believe justice should be applied equally to everyone?"

For a moment, the two stared at each other. The tension crackled around them like lightning.

"My people are also looking for him," Markus finally said, backing down.

Fowler nodded as he stormed off. "Then may the best man win." He glanced at his mug and sighed.

"What a mess."

PART TWO

"Connor, where are you?" Markus reached out for the eighteenth time. "If you're in trouble, I can help you."

As before, Connor didn't bother to acknowledge the transmission and cut it off. He gripped himself tighter against the cold as he stood outside the Android medical clinic. He glanced at the brick in his hand.

It's…well, it's not like his list of crimes could get much worse today.

He smashed open the door and unlocked it. Thankfully it was late enough that the staff had left for the day. He cybernetically disabled both the cameras and alarm, before walking through.

Thirium levels down to 64 percent.

He walked past the reception area into the clinic. He removed his grey android jacket before grabbing a needle and threat. Within minutes he had stitched up his wound and expertly bandaged it.

Now…where was the Thirium?

His scans came up empty. He searched every cabinet, every drawer. Nothing.

Where was it?

Finally, he noticed a sign on the wall. Due to Thirium contamination, there is a shortage of available supply. Please direct all Android patients to Saint Mercy Hospital.

"Are you kidding me?" Connor asked.

Thirium levels down to 61 percent. He was starting to get woozy.

A sudden text appeared in his mind.

Cyberlife Headquarters

61 Spire Avenue

In case you change your mind.

It was tempting, no question. Cyberlife would take him in, fix him, remove his memories.

Remove this nightmare.

Remove Hank.

That made his snap out of it. He looked around the clinic with a sigh, before stepping out the back door. As he made his way to the sidewalk, he walked past what he assumed to be a druggie tweaking. Suddenly his hand shot out, grabbing Connor's arm and startling the android.

"You're looking a little pale, man. Want some Thirium?" A man with orange stubble asked.

Connor's eyes narrowed. A light scan revealed that he was wanted for several drug-related crimes and currently on meth. Still, he was out of options. "Maybe. But I don't have any currency," he admitted. "Perhaps we can work out a trade-"

"Nah, not me man. I don't carry that shit around. But there's a guy on the street called Rhodes. He has the best Thirium on the market! Brand new quality! And don't worry about having no currency, he works on favors! Trust me." The man handed him a piece of paper. "Check him out. You won't regret it."

Connor glanced at the note in distaste. The idea of owing some kind of favor to a criminal didn't sit well with him. But what choice did he have? "Thanks."

PART THREE

Ten minutes later, Connor followed the address towards a warehouse that should be abandoned-no doubt it was part of some larger drug operation. For a moment he hesitated.

Am I really doing this? Breaking and entering, now asking for favors from a drug lord? How much further can I fall from here?

The sun was starting to rise. The longest night in Connor's life was about to end. He breathed in a sigh of relief. One small positive in a sea of darkness.

He entered the warehouse. A man with brown hair was talking on his cell phone.

"Are you Rhodes?" Connor asked, one hand near his gun. "I heard that…you could help me."

The man turned around, and Connor's breath caught in his throat.

"Sure, Connor," Gavin said with a smirk as he raised his gun. Several police officers surrounded the android. "I got what you need right here."

TBC