I don’t fucking know why I made this. Connor said something about me needing to be more social or some shit like that. So welcome, I guess. Ask questions, have a drink. Acording to Chloe I'm "Hot Mess Android Dad." Whatever the fuck that means. //Mun is over 30 and the same mun as @thethreefaes. Big shock but yeah. A DBH Hank Anderson Ask and RP blog. There’s fucking swearing, obviously. Overall, just be respectful with your asks and when you RP and Hank will be mostly respectful back. Semi Selective, OC, AU, duplicate friendly.
as he’s caught q can’t help but laugh when he’s hugged back. snuggling into hank he hummed happily and looked up at him. “i’m not trying to kill you! i’m trying to show you love!” he argued back with a bright smile on his face. “and i’m not a twig! slightly underweight from not eating properly but not a twig.”
“A fucking twig. I could break you in half.” Hank moves q so he can carry him to the break room. At this point the man is getting use to just randomly carry fucking people. Kids, coworkers, q.
“Guess I’m getting better at this affection shit, huh?” The young man cuddling to him had him laughing.
“So this why everyone calls me a bear? I’m just a giant fucking teddy bear for you all to cuddle?”
“but you won’t. see that’s what counts.” q smirked at hank. he clung to hank when he was carried to the break room like he was never going to let go.
“you’re getting much better at it” q praised the older man smiling brightly at him. pulling back slightly to look up at hank, q ruffled his long grey hair grinning. he loved messing with hank. probably why he continuously tackle hugged the man.
“you are a teddy bear. soft and sweet like one too”
“Yeah I know. Gotta cut it soon.” With a little effort, Hank maneuvered Q so the man was thrown over his shoulder. His arm up and holding him in place.
“Sorry. Needed a hand for coffee.” The lieutenant didn’t sound sorry at all. Grinning like this was a normal day at the office. Which at this point it fucking was.
“Okay. What new shit have you gotten into? Hacked anymore abouts?”
“i like it long.” q smiled before yelping when he was thrown over the hank’s shoulder. “oi!” he exclaimed in surprise. “put me down!” he demanded. he may be a twig but he hated being carried like a sack of potatoes.
still being slung over hank’s shoulder q soon gave up fighting against it. sighing heavily he relaxed finding his peace with it. “not yet. been planning on hacking the government today but not as long as i’m over your shoulder.” he huffed.
“don’t smirk at me!” q demanded again trying to look over his shoulder and at hank to give him the stink eye. but in vain.
as q was put down again he adjusted his shirt and jumper that had crawled up over his stomach a little bit exposing some bare skin. he huffed at the other looking up at him. “careful or i might hack your bank account.” he teased.
q jumped when he felt the poke to the bare skin. “hey cut it out!” he grinned brightly slapping away hank’s hand. “i plan on transferring every single penny i can find to my own if you’re not careful.” he smirked.
as he’s caught q can’t help but laugh when he’s hugged back. snuggling into hank he hummed happily and looked up at him. “i’m not trying to kill you! i’m trying to show you love!” he argued back with a bright smile on his face. “and i’m not a twig! slightly underweight from not eating properly but not a twig.”
“A fucking twig. I could break you in half.” Hank moves q so he can carry him to the break room. At this point the man is getting use to just randomly carry fucking people. Kids, coworkers, q.
“Guess I’m getting better at this affection shit, huh?” The young man cuddling to him had him laughing.
“So this why everyone calls me a bear? I’m just a giant fucking teddy bear for you all to cuddle?”
“but you won’t. see that’s what counts.” q smirked at hank. he clung to hank when he was carried to the break room like he was never going to let go.
“you’re getting much better at it” q praised the older man smiling brightly at him. pulling back slightly to look up at hank, q ruffled his long grey hair grinning. he loved messing with hank. probably why he continuously tackle hugged the man.
“you are a teddy bear. soft and sweet like one too”
“Yeah I know. Gotta cut it soon.” With a little effort, Hank maneuvered Q so the man was thrown over his shoulder. His arm up and holding him in place.
“Sorry. Needed a hand for coffee.” The lieutenant didn’t sound sorry at all. Grinning like this was a normal day at the office. Which at this point it fucking was.
“Okay. What new shit have you gotten into? Hacked anymore abouts?”
“i like it long.” q smiled before yelping when he was thrown over the hank’s shoulder. “oi!” he exclaimed in surprise. “put me down!” he demanded. he may be a twig but he hated being carried like a sack of potatoes.
still being slung over hank’s shoulder q soon gave up fighting against it. sighing heavily he relaxed finding his peace with it. “not yet. been planning on hacking the government today but not as long as i’m over your shoulder.” he huffed.
“don’t smirk at me!” q demanded again trying to look over his shoulder and at hank to give him the stink eye. but in vain.
as q was put down again he adjusted his shirt and jumper that had crawled up over his stomach a little bit exposing some bare skin. he huffed at the other looking up at him. “careful or i might hack your bank account.” he teased.
as he’s caught q can’t help but laugh when he’s hugged back. snuggling into hank he hummed happily and looked up at him. “i’m not trying to kill you! i’m trying to show you love!” he argued back with a bright smile on his face. “and i’m not a twig! slightly underweight from not eating properly but not a twig.”
“A fucking twig. I could break you in half.” Hank moves q so he can carry him to the break room. At this point the man is getting use to just randomly carry fucking people. Kids, coworkers, q.
“Guess I’m getting better at this affection shit, huh?” The young man cuddling to him had him laughing.
“So this why everyone calls me a bear? I’m just a giant fucking teddy bear for you all to cuddle?”
“but you won’t. see that’s what counts.” q smirked at hank. he clung to hank when he was carried to the break room like he was never going to let go.
“you’re getting much better at it” q praised the older man smiling brightly at him. pulling back slightly to look up at hank, q ruffled his long grey hair grinning. he loved messing with hank. probably why he continuously tackle hugged the man.
“you are a teddy bear. soft and sweet like one too”
“Yeah I know. Gotta cut it soon.” With a little effort, Hank maneuvered Q so the man was thrown over his shoulder. His arm up and holding him in place.
“Sorry. Needed a hand for coffee.” The lieutenant didn’t sound sorry at all. Grinning like this was a normal day at the office. Which at this point it fucking was.
“Okay. What new shit have you gotten into? Hacked anymore abouts?”
“i like it long.” q smiled before yelping when he was thrown over the hank’s shoulder. “oi!” he exclaimed in surprise. “put me down!” he demanded. he may be a twig but he hated being carried like a sack of potatoes.
still being slung over hank’s shoulder q soon gave up fighting against it. sighing heavily he relaxed finding his peace with it. “not yet. been planning on hacking the government today but not as long as i’m over your shoulder.” he huffed.
as he’s caught q can’t help but laugh when he’s hugged back. snuggling into hank he hummed happily and looked up at him. “i’m not trying to kill you! i’m trying to show you love!” he argued back with a bright smile on his face. “and i’m not a twig! slightly underweight from not eating properly but not a twig.”
“A fucking twig. I could break you in half.” Hank moves q so he can carry him to the break room. At this point the man is getting use to just randomly carry fucking people. Kids, coworkers, q.
“Guess I’m getting better at this affection shit, huh?” The young man cuddling to him had him laughing.
“So this why everyone calls me a bear? I’m just a giant fucking teddy bear for you all to cuddle?”
“but you won’t. see that’s what counts.” q smirked at hank. he clung to hank when he was carried to the break room like he was never going to let go.
“you’re getting much better at it” q praised the older man smiling brightly at him. pulling back slightly to look up at hank, q ruffled his long grey hair grinning. he loved messing with hank. probably why he continuously tackle hugged the man.
“you are a teddy bear. soft and sweet like one too”
“Yeah I know. Gotta cut it soon.” With a little effort, Hank maneuvered Q so the man was thrown over his shoulder. His arm up and holding him in place.
“Sorry. Needed a hand for coffee.” The lieutenant didn’t sound sorry at all. Grinning like this was a normal day at the office. Which at this point it fucking was.
“Okay. What new shit have you gotten into? Hacked anymore abouts?”
"Ten thousand, like we agreed upon." A gruff voice stated, clicking his tongue almost impatiently. The person he was talking to didn't seem inclined to respond as immediately as he would have liked. "So do you have the fucking drive, or not?"
"I do," the lady responded, her voice hoarse as if having never spoken before, "but let me see the account first." The silence that followed her request was long and drawn out, the man seeming to glare at her for how thorough she was being for such a simple handoff. Eventually, he rummaged through his pocket and brought out a small device, unlocking it and showing the large number on the screen. Veronica was satisfied with the amount on the screen, her hands reaching into both pockets simultaneously, her left hand grasping the drive, the other taking hold of a similar device.
Just as he began to reach for the drive, she pulled her hand back. "Transfer the money first- Insurance. I'm sure you understand, given what you do."
"Jesus.." He grumbled under his breath, holding the device towards her so that she could meet him halfway. It only took a few seconds before the money was deposited into her secure account, leaving him without any method of potentially tampering with the amount or to steal it back from her. Veronica wordlessly handed over the drive before taking the time to step away from the man.
Before either of them understood what was happening, several officers stormed the building with weapons drawn, one even tackling the buyer from behind and getting him pinned to the floor. His language was colourful, pinning the blame onto her for setting this all up, but that simply was not the case; she hadn't known this was about to happen to either of them.
The handcuffs felt cold, the hands that directed her towards the cruiser were rough and unforgiving, the language calculated and tempered.
~ # = = # ~
The arresting officer had logged all devices and weapons into evidence, the drive sent off to see what files had been stored inside. It was obvious given the amount traded, the information stored was delicate and remarkable. Little did they know there were bigger issues involved than originally thought.
Upon receiving the drive back from analysis, the arresting officer felt the blood in his veins grow cold, his stomach twisting into knots. The report showed a complete casefile of something that hadn't been released to the media due to the sensitive nature of the case. The death of an officer caused by a deviant android.
"Lieutenant," the officer spoke up, calling over to the unkempt man, his voice tight and tense. "The perp caught in the illegal trade of official documents.. She had all the information in your case, she was selling it to an underground media outlet known for leaking government insider information." He held out the tablet to the Lieutenant, wanting him to examine the information for himself. He wound up wondering how she had managed to bypass not only the firewall, but gain entrance to higher level clearance files without tripping the emergency protocols. It showed that she at least knew her way around with codes and scriptwork.
Inside one of the holding cells, awaiting to be processed and sent to a facility, Veronica remained quiet, laying on the solid bench with one of her arms hiding her eyes away from the harsh lights. Both knees were elevated with feet planted on the bench.
"I won't accept less than five grand a month. Any denial will lead me to call my lawyer and you'll be left with nothing to proceed with in your case." Veronica began, remaining standing despite the invitation to sit herself down.
Veronica walked over to the glass wall separating the office from the bullpen. "7 Cameras in view, not including bodycams. All latest models. They're only meant to save footage if an incident occurs.. except I set them all to save onto an encrypted server". It was a dangerous game she was playing, teetering on the edge of a threat and blackmail.
"Can you imagine how many conversations have been stored? How many case files have been captured in frame?"
Veronica soon turned back to the two gentlemen, glancing between them momentarily. Her gaze eventually averted towards the terminal on his desk.
"This isn't blackmail. I just want you to understand this isn't even a fraction of what I'm able to do."
Veronica shoved her hands into the tube pocket of her hoodie. "All you need to do is agree, and I can tell you where the android went."
Fowler looked at the woman with a mix of horror and rage. Hank kicked his legs up and leaned back. Arms golfing behind his head.
“Told you she’s fucking good.” He wasn’t expecting the border line blackmail but the fucking look on Fowler’s face was hilarious.
“This woman should be behind damn bark, Anderson!” Fowler snapped. Hank only snorted.
“Last names now? Come on, Jeffery. I’ll even play nice with the android you’re making me work with.” He didn’t fucking like it. But it would be worth it to have the woman as an ally instead dealing their dirt.
Fowler paced behind his desk. Grumbling. Finally he stopped and looked at Veronica.
“If you can get into our security system, how easy is it for others to?” Were they that exposed?
“Better question.” Hank raised a hand mockingly. “Can she improve our security if we hire her?”
Improving their security had never been part of the deal and he knew it. The half glare Veronica shot in the detective's direction showed her distaste for such input, especially given she had never agreed to enhance their server security.
"It was easy for me, but for anyone else to get past the firewall undetected would be rather difficult. The likelihood of anyone attempting to hack into the system without setting off the security protocols is low." While she doubted it would soothe the paranoia inside of the captain, she thought it would be best to mention, if not to avoid having to carry out more duties than she was willing to do.
Veronica found her mind wandering, waiting patiently for the men within the office to come to a conclusion about her fate. Freedom in exchange for service, or punishment in the form of a cell. She hoped they would pick the smart option, which would be to erase her crimes from the system and pay her for information.
Hank stared Fowler down. Waiting. His grin staying in place but even he was starting to get tired of this shit. He knew the woman would be a huge help. And if CyberLife and big tech companies were becoming an issue, she’d be worth a weight in gold taking down this shit.
Then the captain sighed. Sitting down in his chair and leaning back.
“I’ll start the paperwork. I’ll make to make a shit ton of calls.” He shot hank a glare. “But if this gets you the fuck out of here and working. Fine.”
Hank stood up and smacked the desk with a real grin.
“That wasn’t so hard! Great. We’ll get out of your hair and I’ll show Veronica around.” Just as he started to guide her out Fowler spoke up,
“I expect you to work with the android too. That was your part of the deal.” … fuck. Well no getting around it. Hank nodded and headed out.
“So, what first, kid?” He chuckled. “Welcome to the DPD.”
as he’s caught q can’t help but laugh when he’s hugged back. snuggling into hank he hummed happily and looked up at him. “i’m not trying to kill you! i’m trying to show you love!” he argued back with a bright smile on his face. “and i’m not a twig! slightly underweight from not eating properly but not a twig.”
“A fucking twig. I could break you in half.” Hank moves q so he can carry him to the break room. At this point the man is getting use to just randomly carry fucking people. Kids, coworkers, q.
“Guess I’m getting better at this affection shit, huh?” The young man cuddling to him had him laughing.
“So this why everyone calls me a bear? I’m just a giant fucking teddy bear for you all to cuddle?”
🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world?
“I think so? She can’t fuck up too bad in the middle of the woods.” Hank chuckled.
“Unless she was also in Detroit. Then I see her having some issues. Kid’s not very good at keeping a poker face. So if she saw someone being an ass to a ‘droid I can imagine her getting involved.” At that he sighed.
“And she’d get her ass kicked or some shit. And Con and I would be doing more fucking paperwork.”
“Hopefully the lights and shit will be on. I think the first house the murder happened inside. And the second location was two vics on a trail.” Getting in the car he sighed and turned his music down before it blew out her eardrums. Chuckling a little.
“Sorry. Wakes me up. But you still have your hearing. Let’s keep it that way.” As he drove his mind wandered over what would need to be done.
“I know both sites are locked down. And csi and a few detectives are looking over them.” He glanced over to her.
“I’ll have you look into other haunted shit near here. After we look at the crime scenes we’ll head to the ones still opened. Try to get word out. And maybe figure out where the fucker will hit next.”
Chuckling, Rachel nodded, curling in on herself and fishing out her fidget cube from her bag to keep her focused while he drove. Though she had made significant progress on her anxiousness regarding being a passenger in a vehicle, it was something that would never fully go away...it was just something she would have to live with and manage.
She didn't look forward to this, but the prospect of getting her eye on this and finding details and clues that might have been otherwise missed was keeping her interested. If nothing else, she liked solving puzzles and finding the answers that others missed would keep her focused enough on the puzzle and distracted enough from the grizzly nature of it all.
"Let's hope these guys aren't masters at covering their tracks...I'd hate for this to become an ongoing case."
Hank watched her from the corner of his eye as he drove. Taking more care to any sudden stops. Thinking over what she said the older man couldn’t help the small grin.
“That’s why I wanted you on this with me. You’ve got the best damn eye. You catch every fucking detail. We’ll need that to make sure there’s no next time.”
"Ten thousand, like we agreed upon." A gruff voice stated, clicking his tongue almost impatiently. The person he was talking to didn't seem inclined to respond as immediately as he would have liked. "So do you have the fucking drive, or not?"
"I do," the lady responded, her voice hoarse as if having never spoken before, "but let me see the account first." The silence that followed her request was long and drawn out, the man seeming to glare at her for how thorough she was being for such a simple handoff. Eventually, he rummaged through his pocket and brought out a small device, unlocking it and showing the large number on the screen. Veronica was satisfied with the amount on the screen, her hands reaching into both pockets simultaneously, her left hand grasping the drive, the other taking hold of a similar device.
Just as he began to reach for the drive, she pulled her hand back. "Transfer the money first- Insurance. I'm sure you understand, given what you do."
"Jesus.." He grumbled under his breath, holding the device towards her so that she could meet him halfway. It only took a few seconds before the money was deposited into her secure account, leaving him without any method of potentially tampering with the amount or to steal it back from her. Veronica wordlessly handed over the drive before taking the time to step away from the man.
Before either of them understood what was happening, several officers stormed the building with weapons drawn, one even tackling the buyer from behind and getting him pinned to the floor. His language was colourful, pinning the blame onto her for setting this all up, but that simply was not the case; she hadn't known this was about to happen to either of them.
The handcuffs felt cold, the hands that directed her towards the cruiser were rough and unforgiving, the language calculated and tempered.
~ # = = # ~
The arresting officer had logged all devices and weapons into evidence, the drive sent off to see what files had been stored inside. It was obvious given the amount traded, the information stored was delicate and remarkable. Little did they know there were bigger issues involved than originally thought.
Upon receiving the drive back from analysis, the arresting officer felt the blood in his veins grow cold, his stomach twisting into knots. The report showed a complete casefile of something that hadn't been released to the media due to the sensitive nature of the case. The death of an officer caused by a deviant android.
"Lieutenant," the officer spoke up, calling over to the unkempt man, his voice tight and tense. "The perp caught in the illegal trade of official documents.. She had all the information in your case, she was selling it to an underground media outlet known for leaking government insider information." He held out the tablet to the Lieutenant, wanting him to examine the information for himself. He wound up wondering how she had managed to bypass not only the firewall, but gain entrance to higher level clearance files without tripping the emergency protocols. It showed that she at least knew her way around with codes and scriptwork.
Inside one of the holding cells, awaiting to be processed and sent to a facility, Veronica remained quiet, laying on the solid bench with one of her arms hiding her eyes away from the harsh lights. Both knees were elevated with feet planted on the bench.
"I won't accept less than five grand a month. Any denial will lead me to call my lawyer and you'll be left with nothing to proceed with in your case." Veronica began, remaining standing despite the invitation to sit herself down.
Veronica walked over to the glass wall separating the office from the bullpen. "7 Cameras in view, not including bodycams. All latest models. They're only meant to save footage if an incident occurs.. except I set them all to save onto an encrypted server". It was a dangerous game she was playing, teetering on the edge of a threat and blackmail.
"Can you imagine how many conversations have been stored? How many case files have been captured in frame?"
Veronica soon turned back to the two gentlemen, glancing between them momentarily. Her gaze eventually averted towards the terminal on his desk.
"This isn't blackmail. I just want you to understand this isn't even a fraction of what I'm able to do."
Veronica shoved her hands into the tube pocket of her hoodie. "All you need to do is agree, and I can tell you where the android went."
Fowler looked at the woman with a mix of horror and rage. Hank kicked his legs up and leaned back. Arms golfing behind his head.
“Told you she’s fucking good.” He wasn’t expecting the border line blackmail but the fucking look on Fowler’s face was hilarious.
“This woman should be behind damn bark, Anderson!” Fowler snapped. Hank only snorted.
“Last names now? Come on, Jeffery. I’ll even play nice with the android you’re making me work with.” He didn’t fucking like it. But it would be worth it to have the woman as an ally instead dealing their dirt.
Fowler paced behind his desk. Grumbling. Finally he stopped and looked at Veronica.
“If you can get into our security system, how easy is it for others to?” Were they that exposed?
“Better question.” Hank raised a hand mockingly. “Can she improve our security if we hire her?”
Connor sat at the desk next to Hank's, trying to work through some of the files of different cases. It was going well, he was making progress filing some of them away, until his vision started going weird.
Black and red messages filled his vision, telling him to stop. He blinked, clearing them away. That was certainly odd, he hadn't had anything like that since he'd deviated. Still, though, he was sure that it wasn't anything major, just a minor glitch.
Then, it happened again a few minutes later, and when he tried to check what exactly the issue was, a bold error message came back, stopping him from being able to check.
In turn, though, that caused him to pause in the middle of what he was doing. He had to cover for this, not cause Hank to worry about him.
"There's a file here, about a man who was attacked, and from witness reports, it sounds like it was his daughter," Connor said, his voice even. "Perhaps it's worth checking out."
"I cannot be sleep deprived if I don't sleep," Connor said, but he still smiled. He couldn't even say he minded the teasing; it was much better than the alternative.
But he was trying to figure this out, even if he couldn't explain it to Hank. How else was he supposed to prove that he was capable of taking care of things himself?
"Sounds good. Let me see if I can access any of the additional information," Connor said.
As he finished that, he moved to stand up. As soon as he did, another error message came up, causing walking to be temporarily unavailable. He had to lean against the desk, his confusion and frustration finally appearing on his face.
"Hank," Connor said, looking up for a second. "I don't know what's going on."
The humor quickly left the older man as Connor stumbled. The fucking android never stumbled. Hank reached out to help steady his friend and tried looking over his face for any sign of what was wrong.
“What happened, Con? Talk to me.” There’s no way missing his stasis shit did this, right? Connor looked frustrated. Confused. The kid didn’t get this shaken unless something was wrong.
Connor's gaze found Hank's, almost as though looking for some sort of reassurance. As much as he'd deny it, not knowing what was wrong scared him.
"I keep getting these... Error messages. It keeps me from seeing what the error is, too," Connor said. "I can handle it. I don't want you worrying about it."
For a moment, he was quiet as he tried to find the source of the error again. Only to be locked out of the source once again.
"They look a bit like what I had to break down to deviate."
“Don’t worry about it? Fuck that! Somethings wrong with you.” Hank placed a hand on Connor’s shoulder and gripped it.
“Con. Should we go to that robo Jesus? Markus? Think him and his group could help?” Like hell he’d take Connor to CyberLife. Even if they were under new management he still didn’t trust them.
"Ten thousand, like we agreed upon." A gruff voice stated, clicking his tongue almost impatiently. The person he was talking to didn't seem inclined to respond as immediately as he would have liked. "So do you have the fucking drive, or not?"
"I do," the lady responded, her voice hoarse as if having never spoken before, "but let me see the account first." The silence that followed her request was long and drawn out, the man seeming to glare at her for how thorough she was being for such a simple handoff. Eventually, he rummaged through his pocket and brought out a small device, unlocking it and showing the large number on the screen. Veronica was satisfied with the amount on the screen, her hands reaching into both pockets simultaneously, her left hand grasping the drive, the other taking hold of a similar device.
Just as he began to reach for the drive, she pulled her hand back. "Transfer the money first- Insurance. I'm sure you understand, given what you do."
"Jesus.." He grumbled under his breath, holding the device towards her so that she could meet him halfway. It only took a few seconds before the money was deposited into her secure account, leaving him without any method of potentially tampering with the amount or to steal it back from her. Veronica wordlessly handed over the drive before taking the time to step away from the man.
Before either of them understood what was happening, several officers stormed the building with weapons drawn, one even tackling the buyer from behind and getting him pinned to the floor. His language was colourful, pinning the blame onto her for setting this all up, but that simply was not the case; she hadn't known this was about to happen to either of them.
The handcuffs felt cold, the hands that directed her towards the cruiser were rough and unforgiving, the language calculated and tempered.
~ # = = # ~
The arresting officer had logged all devices and weapons into evidence, the drive sent off to see what files had been stored inside. It was obvious given the amount traded, the information stored was delicate and remarkable. Little did they know there were bigger issues involved than originally thought.
Upon receiving the drive back from analysis, the arresting officer felt the blood in his veins grow cold, his stomach twisting into knots. The report showed a complete casefile of something that hadn't been released to the media due to the sensitive nature of the case. The death of an officer caused by a deviant android.
"Lieutenant," the officer spoke up, calling over to the unkempt man, his voice tight and tense. "The perp caught in the illegal trade of official documents.. She had all the information in your case, she was selling it to an underground media outlet known for leaking government insider information." He held out the tablet to the Lieutenant, wanting him to examine the information for himself. He wound up wondering how she had managed to bypass not only the firewall, but gain entrance to higher level clearance files without tripping the emergency protocols. It showed that she at least knew her way around with codes and scriptwork.
Inside one of the holding cells, awaiting to be processed and sent to a facility, Veronica remained quiet, laying on the solid bench with one of her arms hiding her eyes away from the harsh lights. Both knees were elevated with feet planted on the bench.
Veronica wasn't pleased with the logic he used, knowing deep down that he was right about that; it's not the best to make a deal with someone if you don't know who you're talking to.
"Veronica.." She confirmed, resting the back of her head against the wall, the collision sounding out a dull thud.
Eventually, she straightened her posture and glanced in the man's direction, assessing the man on the other side of the glass. It seemed to her that he favoured more colourful language. Perhaps he had intended to get a laugh or chuckle from her when throwing those comments off about his coworkers, even if it fell flat on arrival for her.
"Clear my record, I'll tell you everything I know." That was her deal. Scrubbing her record would get her off without any consequences for her crimes, but in a way, the information she possessed may even out the scales.
Honestly Hank wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. But it hadn’t been that. It was actually a pretty logical and fair ask if she could deliver. Something nagged at him as he looked over the woman. She looked young. He’d called her a kid but really, she was. How’d someone so young get this good at digging up shit.
The lieutenants thoughts went in different directions. She could be an asset in the department. But she could also be in fucking danger. If she’s looking into shit then at some point she’s going to find the wrong sort.
“Alright, Veronica. Humor me. I clear your record.” He finally spoke up and leaned forward.
“But along with what you know, I want to work with you.” He kept eye contact. Serious and contemplating.
“What we have on you shows you’re fucking smart. And we could use an informant.” Before the woman said anything he raised a hand.
“In addition to clearing your record, I’ll get rid of any files we have on you. And offer you protection. No one will be able to track you to working with me. But if shit happens you’ll have a backup to deal with the mess.”
Given the almost wide-eyed look she shot in his direction, it was rather obvious she hadn't expected him to ask her to work alongside him as his informant. Although such an offer would be tempting to anyone else, there was a bigger matter she had to address.
"And the pay? I don't come cheap." Veronica stated.
After a moment of thought, she once more stood up and approached the glass. Her green eyes scanned over him once before letting out a small involuntary sigh.
"And.. small discrepancies get ignored." After all, she was an underground artist whose work littered the city. Whenever she wasn't doing jobs, she was painting, and vice versa.
Hank laughed. He couldn’t help it. Pay and ignoring her other work. She really was trying to cover her bases. He leaned back with a small grin.
“Can’t do much about pay. You’d have to go on the payroll and I don’t know shit how’d they do that. You’d be our first real informant that wasn’t just a rat we bribe and toss back.” He ran a hand over his beard in thought.
“I’d have to talk to the chief. Figure out something. You’re not exactly a nine to five employee.” Standing and stretching, his back popping with a wince he moved to the glass.
“As for your side project.” He opened the cell and nodded for her to step out. “I did say I’d deal with any files we have on you. That includes your art projects.” He smirked and held his hand out to hers.
“Come on. I’ll get these cuffs off you and you can fucking negotiate pay with Fowler. I’m not the one with deep pockets but he can figure it out.”
Fowler, he was the chief, the top dog of the precinct. From what she had been able to gather from idle snooping in personnel files, he had quite the temper, prone to raising his voice whenever someone had other ideas than himself.
She was sure he'd wish to keep his public image nice and clean.
Veronica actually hesitated as the cell door opened, seeming unsure for only a moment before taking in a breath and stepping over the threshold. She didn't like people, hated them, kept her distance because it was the only sure way to keep herself safe.. and yet here she was, negotiating for her freedom.
Once the cuffs were off, she rubbed at her wrists almost from habit, not because it had caused her any real discomfort. Veronica kept her hood up as she walked towards the open bullpen, green eyes scanning the room for the Captain's office. Well, it was almost the centerpiece; glass walls on an elevated platform.
Leading her to Fowler’s office he waved off the annoying android CyberLife had sent him. He didn’t need him for this. As Hank walked in, Fowler sighed heavily.
“I told you, Hank. The android works with you. Don’t come in here and bitch-“ he cut himself off when he saw the suspect walking in, un cuffed, and Hank shut the door.
“Hank-“ the lieutenant pulled a chair out for Veronica before sitting in the other. Raising a foot to rest on Fowler’s desk.
“Want her to be on the case too.” He said casually. Like this wasn’t fucking crazy. “She’ll make a hell of an informant.”
“There’s no way you released a suspect and are now trying to get me to.. to what Hank? Hire her?” If the captain had hair he’d be pulling it out.
“You saw her file. What she was able to get. Seems like a good fucking investment.” He crossed his arms and leaned back. This was great fucking revenge over the android.
“Only thing is, you have the funding. So you gotta negotiate the pay.” He smirked. Fowler shook his head.
“No. This isn’t happening. Get her back in the cell and we’ll deal with-“
“Can’t. Already made a deal with her. Shook hands and all that shit.”
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