"𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤." 

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"Hank."

"Yes?"

"Since you've created enough problem for today and it's been a long day, you should return home."

"... Fine..."

"And don't go to any bar and getting yourself drunk."

"... Yeah..."

"Are we clear here, dad?"

"Yes, (F/N)."

Hank, with a remorse emblazoned his mien, embarked himself from (F/N)'s room, and God knows where he's heading to. The old ornery lieutenant blithely harked back to his house alone by himself, his head latched down to the ground. And at the late night, when (F/N) was descended into her siesta, suddenly, someone hurtled to her room and roughly dither her body to wake her up. She's awake, with a frown and groan,

"... What?"

"The FBI had located the deviant's location, and raid attack to destroy the abandoned ship."

"Destroy?"

"Yes."

"It's in abandoned ship?"

"Yes. But the leader and most of them able to escape by jumping to the sea."

"I see..."

"What are we going to do about this?"

"It's not our problem any longer, Captain. We should be focused on the radical terrorism."

"Right..."

Not so long after that, (F/N) received a stacks of report of everything cases that DPD has deciphered. Variant of cases were impeccably done by every agents, despite their low ranks, they could properly work. (F/N)'s (E/C) orbs sewed onto the latest case that she divulged herself inside, the one who unleashed a biological weapon.

"Air-bone virus, attack people's immune system. In a day, destroy it from the inside and disable their organ starting from liver and at last, to their heart. Fatal. In a day, corpses of human could be scattered on the entire nation. Shit, this is fucking nuts."

A vigorous virus, yet, the hooligan unearthed the real biography of (F/N) (L/N). Her previous ledger when she wasn't a Commander, but the (F/N) who's the only daughter for the most propitious scientist. The secret formula and omen, that her father convinced to be dead because of sickness, but, several days before his death, he returned home with indignation, saying that people tried to sabotage his invention for the sake of becoming a conqueror on this world, with an arrogance of seeing their inventions on the entire world. A lot of things didn't add up to the (F/N)'s father death, she's too flabbergasted and shaky to muckrake about what really occurred.

"... Did they-murder my father....? Everyone was so eager to burn his body... Did they poison him? No way..."

It's pointless, (F/N) stammered inside her reverie, cognizant that nothing could bring her dead father back or amend the predicament betwixt the world. Perceived enough time for her to sleep, a recompense for her body to compelled it to work all night long. A gilt and vast case had just snatched away from their hands, they shouldn't dwindle with lame excuses, since human is the root of the skirmish. If they treat android properly and accept the brand new world, nothing like this would occur. Until late night, (F/N) incarcerated herself inside her room and examined and signing every single reports, a prosaic entity wriggled to her room,

"Commander (L/N)."

"RK800."

"CyberLife sends me to here to inform you that I'm going to terminate the Deviant Leader."

"... Connor..."

"I apologize that if my previous self created ruckus in here, Commander."

"Are you dead?"

"I was terminated by a soldier in Jericho, Commander."

"Have you met Hank?"

"I haven't."

See? RK800 diverged into something else, he's remain a machine, as if every ripple of tragedy that he had witnessed didn't perturb his system, and (F/N) began to wonder what Elijah had tested to him? (F/N) reminisced their first encounter that Connor was close with her because he mooched for her to accept his entity or help him whenever he's working for DPD. The sincerity and chagrin were faux.

"Are you certain that terminating the deviant leader could end this war?"

"The probability is 80%, Commander."

"You know, men could be killed, but idea would live on."

"After all of this over, CyberLife'll restart all of the androids and fix the mistakes, Commander (L/N)."

"Including you?"

"Including me."

"And you aren't mad for that?"

Laconism gilded beneath both (F/N) and Connor, as if her spoken inquiry was a perplexed conundrum that Connor should answer, it's not an enigma from science equations, beyond his program.

"I'm quite disturbed, that I've done my great accomplishments"

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^

(F/N) (L/N) ^^

Was it a smidge of doubt thawed from Connor? Or, was it just a faux play so (F/N) wouldn't be wallop within indignation? Trust issues, something that (F/N) should endure for her whole life, even it takes a long time for her to trust Hank.

"Is that so?"

"Commander (L/N), Amanda has recollected deleted databases from the CyberLife."

"Deleted databases?"

"That I was created by you."

"Huh?"

Both of (F/N)'s eyes widened in astonishment, how could CyberLife still clutch to those shrouded and confidential information about her. CyberLife is always maintaining their worker's privacy, including not sharing private biodatas, and deleting those biodatas of lost-in-time workers.

"I didn't create you, RK800. I only drafted for you, tried to build you but I failed because I was disoriented due to my father's death."

"Without you, I wouldn't be here."

"What's the point of telling me this, Connor?"

"Your father was poisoned by potassium cyanide, for not developing me."

"W-What?"

"He wasn't dead because of sickness."

"W-Why? Why are you telling this?"

Connor, laced his feet to lean closer towards (F/N)'s staggering entity, with her countenance lubricated within a guacamole of bewilderment and stupefy. (F/N) was too anemic to move or recoil from her position.

"WHY? RK800? WHY?!"

"Whatever happens, don't stop me."

His sturdy arms cradled (F/N)'s smaller body inside his embrace, even more stifled (F/N) into bewilderment. She couldn't decant her feelings into words or actions, but several droplets of translucent tears trickled down from her eyes. A farewell, that's what (F/N) could stamp, and she wouldn't fathom that the past will be replayed again on her life. Amidst the Battle of Detroit, Jarvis informed (F/N) that Connor and Hank was perched on the rooftop of Hart Plaza,

"Jarvis-Take control-Can we catch up?"

"We can, (F/N)! We'll soon arrive!"

"Really? Huh?"

"(F/N)! Look up!"

From (F/N)'s car, she hoist her chin up towards the top of the Hart Plaza, where Connor clinched onto Hank, and at the end, Connor, take off his grip, let Hank falling from the height, without him, looking back. Without further ado, (F/N) went out from her car,

"Call the Ambulance, Jarvis! I-I need-"

(F/N) rushed towards Hank's body who descended onto the cold ground, she fell into her knees, elevated Hank's head to her lap, despite pool of blood that smeared her pants or the concrete floor, Hank with his last power he has, stares at (F/N).

"... H-Hank..."

"(F/N).... I-I'm sorry...."

"N-No, don't! The ambulance is coming-"

"S-Sorry...."

"You're gonna be alive!"

"...G-Goodbye..."

And the life of Lieutenant Hank Anderson finally put into an end, that he finally could have a rest for the eternity, with his dearest son, Cole. It's a good news for the dead, however, for the living one, it pierced (F/N)'s heart wholly.