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Tucker looked up from the carpet, realizing he was sitting on the floor in front of the armchair in...a stuffy office. 

“Not again,” he murmured, already unconsciously navigating himself closer to the coloring book filled with uncolored Monsters Inc pictures in it. “Oh! I like this.” He sat up a bit more and picked up a crayon before realizing there was a man sitting in the armchair above him, opposite the other one. Tucker had a headache. 

The sight of the stranger makes him flinch, but oh, God, opening his eyes after passing out should not be this invasive.

“If I had to guess,” Rhys groans, rolling from his side to lie spread-eagle on his back, “it’s probably because I got the crap kicked out of me.”

Of course, he isn’t actually guessing. Also he’s pretty sure he must’ve gotten at least ten diseases lying down in a dirty alley like this. Was it sunset when he got hit? A little after? He doesn’t remember, but it must have been hours ago.

Odi had set out to find help weeks ago. A task that should have been simple, but not so much when one ran on reserve power and a broken charging port. The slow loss of his thirium was of no help to his cognitive abilities.

He found himself stuck in loops over and over. It was impossible for him to keep track of the time that had passed between George’s murder and the present. It felt like it had hardly been a few days to the android.

At least he had finally found his way to the police station. Even with misdirections. It was a wonder he survived the revolution at all. It was sheer luck he was never picked up and taken away to be dismantled like so many others. He was not even aware a revolution had even occurred.

With two blinks in succession of one another, Connor had rolled his optical units back with annoyance; Even in the wake of a possibly critical injury, Gavin still had the energy him to fight with him. (It was almost impressive) But despite this, it never left the android’s mind to actually leave his fellow detective there on the ground like his protests insisted. Gavin wasn’t a popular guy within the DPD and perhaps some would have taken this opportunity to see him struggle, but Connor wasn’t that type of guy. Detective Reed could barely walk, stumbling and fumbling towards the condemned houses set of stairs even when Connor’s assistance.

There wasn’t a chance for him to make it down on his own without falling.

     Hana smiled at the sight of Elijah. “Don’t worry, barely.” She leaned forward slightly, hands fumbling with the foot of her empty wine glass. She smiled at the waitress before she left the table and Hana cleared her throat, feeling a bit nervous.

     “Yes, there was something.” She straightened her back a bit, her hand reaching up to her neck. Restless fingers tug at her pendant around her neck and she did her best to look at Elijah and not to shy away. “It was for the head security position at Cyberlife... We briefly talked about it but settled it would be better over dinner. To really have time to talk about it.” She smiled, taking a sip of the glass of water the waitress had brought her when she arrived at the restaurant. She took a sip, then focused back on Elijah. 

     That job would be such a change for Hana, but she loved a new challenge and working hard. She wanted to prove herself to be able to have such a position. Being a detective had been a dream of her since she was a kid, but she felt like it got boring and she needed something new. 

Rhys has his pistol primed and aimed before he even opens his eyes, its built-in tracker homing in on whoever’s by him.

When his eyes do flutter open, the left one glows gold as he peers at whoever thought to wake him, but when he sees what he does, he’s sure he must be dreaming.

“What the fu--!?”

The safety of the gun is removed instantly, dread sinking into the bottom of Rhys’ stomach as he looks at Jack. He knows how these go-- he’s dreamt of Jack trying to kill him time and time again, has fought and murdered him each time-- and exhaustion sets into his bones when he realises what’s happening.

He considers just pulling the trigger. He can shatter that mask no problem, put a bullet through Jack’s skull; having built this gun himself, Rhys knows what he can do.

But, tired and sleep-deprived and exhausted from scouting this planet entirely new to him (a fact he can’t seem to escape even in his dreams), Rhys grits out an, “I’m not in the mood for this, Jack.”

“they were  y o u r  options, remember?” still; watching flower add to wardrobe. smile; wide. “i guess you win the money then. flirting it is.” wasn’t usual method; but he was an impulsive creature.

“i’m not keeping track by the way. but i have my methods of knowing.” names carved into soul; eternal link; only seen by            ;                 certain beings. angels; reapers; come gods; a handful of demons. wasn’t one to judge one of his messengers.