Fucking snow. Hank loves his city ( Detroit isnāt his hometown, but he still claims it as his own ), but if it didnāt get so damn cold in the winter, heād be perfectly fine with that. Heās always been partial to warmer weather, but heās bundled up enough to survive.
Not that he would even need to be out in this mess if he wasnāt so involved with the revolution thatās currently taking place. The atmosphere everywhere he goes is tenseāeven in his own mind, currently, as heās not simply romping through the snow without a care. No, heās on a mission. He may not be quite as dedicated as Connor to his goals, but heās stubborn enough to see just about anything through.
For example, making sure the woman and child a hundred yards ahead of him navigate their way to their destination safely. He canāt put himself in a position of guiding themāeven with his rank, heāll be questioned as to why heās escorting an android and a little girl towards a border theyāve been explicitly denied access to. But he can follow, and if things get too dicey, he can do whatever he needs to.
That opportunity, it seems, presents itself soon enough. Theyāre quite capable; dodging behind cars and buildings and dumpsters in order to weave their way through the street patrol. It seems nothing will stop themāuntil they take notice of two androids being held at gunpoint. Defenseless ( on their knees, hands behind their heads ) and yet Hank knows how this will end. They probably do, as well, and he isnāt surprised when they take a moment to pity the ones being served a death sentence.
But itās not just that. Not with the expression the child is making. Not with the way Kara seems to debate on whether or not to take action. Itās the silent language of watching someone they care for being mistreated. Helplessness and regret: those are the things he identifies on the deviantās face as she makes up her mind. Too risky. Sheās protecting the child; of course she canāt do anything.
But Hank can. And he does. He makes sure that the pair are far enough away not to notice him before he approaches the soldiers carrying out their instructions. Well-trained military men arenāt much different than androids, are they?
His badge is flashed and when he speaks, the carefree, canāt-give-two-shits attitude is dispersed. Instead, he holds authority and command; even his posture straightens and his expression is one of someone who doesnāt expect to be denied.
āLieutenant Hank Anderson, DPD. Lower your weapons. Iāll take care of these twoāorders from Perkins.ā A ranking officer in both the police department and FBI? The latter is a total lie, of course, but by the time theyāre able to confirm anything, heāll be long gone.
They defer to him, naturally, but the stern attitude doesnāt leave his features ( verbal and otherwise ) as he gestures the two androidsāstill on their kneesāto stand and follow him.
āThis way, letās go. Donāt give me a reason to put you down. Got it?ā
