I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!!!!!

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     Luke was just silent as Hank spoke. Still holding the gun to the door, he wasn’t sure if he could trust him mainly because he knew Hank. But off duty or not, Hank was still a cop. On top of all that, the cop that had shot him was now lying to the media about what happened in the house. Luke couldn’t trust anyone. “I want to make it clear that I didn’t do anything to that pig.”

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“No shit. Fuck that Cross guy.” 

Hank sighed as he leaned against the door frame. He figured this guy wasn’t going to open the door. That was fine- he really didn’t blame him.

 “Look, I just came by to check on Emma. Considering what   just went down. But I guess, if anyone were to ask, no one   was home.”  He paused; he hoped this guy would get what he hinted at.

“Just uh...try to lay low, alright?”

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     “I never tried any drugs.” Holland responded before seeing a couple of investigators taking pictures of some weird black ink on the wall near the kitchen. Holland went over there for a better look. “That’s totally Morse code. Like look at the lines and dots.” Was Holland confident it was Morse code? No, not really.

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"That’s surprising.” 

He answered flatly, then looked over at the wall. Hank rolled his eyes, and followed him over. There was no way that was right. 

 “Alright then, since you’re the expert -    what’s it say?”

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 “I’m afraid we’ve been through this before Lieutenant.” Connor glanced around the room, trying to figure out how to get Hank to leave. Last time had been simple but going to a junkyard? This might prove to be difficult.

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He rolled his head back lazily, before he sighed and muttered a string of obscenities. But he knew this asshole wouldn’t let up. Stubborn shit.

“Are you going to help me up, or what?”

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  “A customer started throwing things while complaining about androids. He had a little too much to drink.” Levi replied as he continued to dry the glass. Once the glass was dried, he put it away and started to clean another. “Emma wasn’t happy about it. But she’s okay. No one got hurt.”

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“That’s uh, too bad.”

Hank pressed his lips together tightly- he the biggest fan of androids (for the most part), but he imagined that sort of drama was the last thing she needed.

  “Think maybe she ought to get some better security.”

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  After the ex-stuntman had eluded the cops, he managed to make it to Emma’s where she had been helping him with his wounds. She had stepped out to get some more supplies when there was a knock on the door. Not knowing who it was, he could only assume it was more cops. So he quickly grabbed his gun, even though he really didn’t want to use it or even liked it, he went to the door and just stood there for a moment. Grabbing the knob and pressing the gun against the door, Luke didn’t know what to expect especially since that last cop shot him. 

  As the cop identified himself Luke remained silent, he knew who this guy was. Emma knew him but he didn’t believe a word the guy said. “I highly doubt that.” Might as well as let the cat out of the bag.

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The second Hank heard Luke’s voice- he rolled his eyes. He’d hoped- that with any luck it would’ve been Emma to come to the door. But that didn’t seem to be the case. Here’s hoping this guy was as reasonable as his sister.

 “Jesus fucking christ. I’m not looking for any shit, alright? I’m off duty, I don’t have my badge. I think we can both agree that your sister has been through enough- and doesn’t need any more loss, or her brother getting locked up.”

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  Holland decided to just let it go, be the bigger person as his wife would say. So instead he just nodded as he trailed after his temporary partner. March looked at the crime scene as Hank spoke. “Sounds nasty. Yeah? Good times eh?”

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“That is is.” 

Hank started to mark a few items for evidence; empty baggies and other drug paraphernalia. He knelt down, to get a closer look at it.

 “Yeah something like that. Chemicals were  never really my thing.”

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  “I let myself in.” He replied honestly. After going to the bars and not being able to locate Hank, that left Connor with one option left. His house. “There’s work to be done and if I may… You’re not getting any younger, detective.”

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“Shaaad up.”

Hank dismissed him with a simple wave of his hand, before he pointed his finger right at Connor.

“Sumo, Go on. Go and  get him boy.”

But instead, the dog didn’t even bother to look up from his spot. Some watch dog.

“Ah god damnit.”

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  “Sure thing,” The android replied finishing up with another customer. Levi then poured the detective his regular, he set it in front of Hank and then began cleaning one of the glasses. “Yeah, compared to the other night we had.”

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For a moment- he tried to recall if he was there the night in question. But he was coming up blank. Perhaps he wasn’t involved in this.

  “What happened the other night?”