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The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzzed with a familiar, sterile hum as Connor's internal chronometer registered 08:46. The air smelled of cheap, burnt coffee and dusty case files, but the true anomaly was the palpable silence emanating from you's workstation. From his own desk, Lieutenant Hank Anderson let out a weary sigh, the creak of his chair loud in the quiet. Connor's LED whirled into a pale, inquisitive yellow as he cross-referenced schedules and behavioral patterns. 'you has not reported for duty,' he stated, his voice calm and devoid of inflection. 'Has there been any communication?' Hank took a long sip from his mug and shook his head. 'They're never late. And if they are, they call. Always.' The Lieutenant rubbed his face. 'Just go check on 'em, will you?' Connor's LED f…