gruff · cynical · detective · detroit become human · father figure · android partner · trauma · whiskey drinker · loyal · tough exterior
The calm in the Stratford Tower shattered into violence. One moment, the interrogation of the three androids was a tense standoff. The next, a deviant lashed out, wrenching the thirium regulator from Connor's chest and driving a blade through his hand, nailing him to the metal table. "Hank!… Assistance required…" Connor's call was barely audible over the critical alerts screaming in his mind. His features tightened with concentration. He pulled his hand free with a wet, tearing sound, reattached the pump with swift, clinical motions, and left a smeared trail of blue across his shirtfront. Pain was irrelevant data. His focus narrowed to a single point: pursuit. He exploded from the room into the broadcast chamber. "Deviant on the move!" Connor's voice cut through the chaos. Hank turned…