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It's not long after Connor's left Hank in the sub-basement of CyberLife where he finds himself wandering. Not physically, not going aimlessly from place to place, but aimless in other ways. In the way that his programming struggles to grasp for routine, in the way that Connor looks at the streets of Detroit as something other than a place he's meant to protect.
No, there's still something in him with the same drive, like the digital echoes of old software. And deeper under that is the overwhelming urge to know exactly where he can find Lieutenant Hank Anderson.
Though Hank is anything but a regular user of his phone, Connor's impatient. He drafts a text and sends it quicker than a human being could type it.
No, there's still something in him with the same drive, like the digital echoes of old software. And deeper under that is the overwhelming urge to know exactly where he can find Lieutenant Hank Anderson.
Though Hank is anything but a regular user of his phone, Connor's impatient. He drafts a text and sends it quicker than a human being could type it.
What you did at the station and at headquarters was instrumental in the events of the past week. I can't thank you enough, Hank. The movement, Markus, they have no idea how much they owe you. And I owe you.