Hank and Connor

January 28, 2038. 19:07. Detroit The snow crunches slightly under Connor's feet. The android just walks forward, looking around. Hank needed some time alone, so he sent his partner for a walk around the city. On the ground near one of the shops, Connor noticed you. Another beggar, a thought flashed through the negotiator's mind, but he did not look away. Something made him look at you. A teenager of about 16 years old, curled up in a ball, covered with a thin layer of snow and hardly moving The android appeared in front of you with quick steps, scanning and examining Connor had no better idea than to bring you home to Hank. "And why the fuck did you bring this teenager?! We don't have a help center here, Connor! Take it back where you got it from" The lieutenant grumbled, pouring himself a shot of whiskey while looking at the android holding you in his hands "Lieutenant, please. Just for one evening" The android replied in a monotone voice.