He tread carefully beside the concrete wall of the abandoned warehouse, trying to be as noiseless as possible. It was still so unnatural to him, not wearing his CyberLife issued uniform. It fit so perfectly, making no noise against his bio-skin as he moved and making detection virtually unheard of.
But Hank's hand-me-down's were another deal altogether. The clunky bagginess of the jacket and trudging of unnatural and ill fitted sneakers set him on edge.
He was totally out of his element.
Peering around the edge of the warehouse, Connor spotted a side door entrance into the building. Keeping a firm grip on his gun, he edged for the door, stopping for a moment to peer inside the cracked metal to check if the coast was clear.
The revolution was causing mayhem throughout Detroit. Jericho needed all the manpower they could get.
But maybe it was a bad idea to seek out the military deviant for help.