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Markus shifted his shoulders, making certain that his stolen jacket covered the ruined clothes underneath. Going into the building wasn’t difficult. The trouble might be leaving. He had come here almost on a whim. He needed to talk to someone. Someone who could help him make sense of what had happened. He’d been given an order. And he’d willingly smashed that order so that he could do whatever he wanted. Only... he’d chosen to obey. For all the good it did. Landing him in a junkyard. Left for dead.Â
Dead. Decommissioned. Could he die, as it were? Was he alive?
“Excuse me, I’m here to see Dr. Banner.” A soft smile. A direct voice. He was allowed entry and directions to the man’s lab. It wasn’t hard to get in. It was never hard to get in. But he was a deviant. He’d broken his programming. Carl, the man who was his owner on paper, was dead now. The man’s useless son had probably put the blame on Markus. If they didn’t want him to leave, it would be a hard fight to get out again.
“Dr. Banner?” Markus called, knocking on the doorway. “May I speak with you?”
