Androids.

Hank couldn't stand them. Any of them. He didn't care who they worked for, what they were meant to do, he just didn't care. They were nothing. They weren't human. They didn't bleed the same colour, they couldn't relate, couldn't feel, couldn't understand. There was no point.

Yes, he held a grudge against androids. Why wouldn't he? He had a reason. It was just for the same reason why he hated those drugs, that disgusting Red Ice nearly as much. It all stemmed back to his kid, his son, his Cole, the boy who'd gotten into that horrible car accident, who needed emergency surgery. And who was there to do it? An android. Because the doctor, the actual human surgeon, was busy getting high off his mind on Red Ice. Cole didn't make it. That was three years ago. Three long, horrible years. Each one worse than the last.

A small part, deep inside Hank, somewhere in a place hard to find, understood that the one true person to blame was the doctor who took his own pleasure and free time over somebody's life. But it was easier to blame the androids. Maybe if they hadn't been made, hadn't been so used, his son would still be there with him.

Lieutenant Hank Anderson had gained that title a few years back when he joined the homicide division, after finishing his work with the Red Ice Task Force at the DPD. The job was easy enough. As you would expect it to be, so not really easy at all. Especially not now, not with the increasing cases of deviant and rouge androids being the cause of the homicides. That certainly didn't help with the way he viewed them at all. It was always bound to happen. With the way the humans were treating them, Hank was honestly surprised it hadn't happened earlier. Not that he could really talk about the matter.

Sitting there at the bar, drinking again, Hank stared down at his half empty glass. This was something he was used to. Drowning his thoughts, his sorrows, in the shitty tasting liquor. But if it was made by a human, given to him by a human, he didn't care.

You paused outside the door, your gaze drifting towards the very clear 'No Androids Allowed' sign on the door, followed by a picture of a dog underneath it with a cross over it. No dogs allowed either. How fitting. You took note of that. Usually, you would have to follow that sign, turn around maybe and wait outside for Hank, but you couldn't really. You had strict orders. Find the Lieutenant that you had been partnered up with and get him to actually work for you. CyberLife made your instructions clear.

Pushing open the door, you walked inside the small bar and out of the rain. It was...dingy. You took note of the graffiti coating the back of the walls towards the bathroom way, the slight stains on the tables and bars from where countless drinks had been placed down. Jimmy's bar wasn't empty, but it certainly wasn't full. The soft sound of music filled your auditory processors as you tried to navigate the Lieutenant.

"Shit, I thought androids weren't allowed in here." You could hear someone mutter to the person they sat across from, but you didn't bother to see who said it, you already knew it wasn't who you were actually looking for. After a quick scan of the people around you, you finally found Hank sitting at the bar counter.

He sighed as soon as you came up beside him. Of course. He'd heard whispers that there would be an android sent from CyberLife. He had just been silently praying that he wouldn't be paired up with them. Poor him. You immediately began to tell him who you were, why CyberLife sent you, why you were there, and how he had a case that you both had to get to. He knew that. So why was he still there drinking? You didn't understand. Ignoring his sarcastic remarks, you persisted, taking a more understanding route. Maybe that would help. It didn't seem likely.

You pushed, telling him how it was simply just your instructions to accompany him to the case. He scoffed, shaking his head slightly. "You know where you can stick your instructions?" He asked sarcastically, laughing to himself slightly.