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🏠︎ Hank Anderson | F5 R01
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🕪 "Hi. This is Hank. Not here at the moment. You can leave a message if that's what turns you on but don't expect me to call back.... Beep."

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Maybe they did need an army. And maybe some would need an extra push. But there was still the unfortunate problem that many in the city were still 'children', in mind or body, had been brought in as kids and weren't miserable being in the mindset and living the life. And he couldn't feel right sending emotional children onto the battlefield. He feels bad enough that their hardest-hitting fighters are teenagers.

But they'd fight with or without any sayso. The kids, though, he's not so sure. Markus somehow reminding everyone they're real, with real families to defend from being expendable, is the best outcome.

God he fucking hopes.

"Yeah, I'm pretty damn sure of it. He not only brought the androids around he'd struck some sense into the humans that'd been giving them a hard time. Including me." And that part he'd always own up to.

Right or no, when a city is besieged on all sides, sometimes all needed to fight. When the objective was survival, people often weren't allowed to suffer the luxury of innocence or choice.

"And do you believe we have time to wait for his solution?" Loki knew patience, but he also knew a time to strike, and the tension quickly mounting in the city seemed about to break. If something wasn't done soon...there would be none among them remaining to end it.

"Ask me again when we know where the Head's servers are. Back home with access to a factory and a television station he managed to turn a political movement in three days. He needs the resources. I think we should do our best to get 'em for him." Of course, technically Connor was the one to unleash those in the factory, and here Markus is working against a completely totalitarian state.

"Anything we do now... I don't think we know enough. Army or none. With that plague? He'd just wipe us out with a strategic dusting. We gotta find out where his whole... I guess 'him' is."

And he knows the 'long game' doesn't sound like the best response. But. "I think we oughta look for places to retreat to, too. And out of. Be ready to get the hell out of the city."

All good points and ones Loki couldn't hope to counter. They needed to disable the Head's complete control if they were to gain the upper hand, if they were unable to shut him down outright, and to do that, they needed to know where 'he' was located.

He nodded as Hank continued. They were all important pieces of information. "And someone capable of teleporting us to those locations, which would mean eliminating any restrictions on that person."

"Yeah. Gotta find out why these restrictions exist, too."

Because there has to be a reason for those specific numbers. Why only two miles or so? Why only certain amounts of space with psychic abilities?

"Don't get me wrong, I know the situation is pretty fucked right now. I'm pissed off, too." But all he can do is keep trying to get the information and resources for people with more abilities than him. That's pretty fuckin' frustrating in itself.

"I gotta... I don't know, I'll keep upgrading this fuckin' mod I've got. Maybe it'll let me help with the clones, too."

"Obviously, if we were not so restricted, the Head wouldn't stand a chance against us." He looks thoughtful, then he smiles. "I will see this chip removed, and then we'll see who comes out ahead."

"...Every fuckin' fiber of my being wants to make a shitty pun." He has a completely earnest face.

"I kinda hate myself for it." And he purses his lips, nods grimly, and lets that potential pun linger in the post-execution air, inappropriate and unspoken but very much felt in the horrible cockles off his being.

"So we get the information. We get resources for Markus. We get these chips out. Then we see what we do from there."

He fixed Hank with an even stare for a moment that clearly stated do not make that joke unless you'd like to be turned into something untoward but he didn't actually say anything, except in response to the latter.

"As you should."

He nodded, though, allow the conversation to turn. "Or disabled. I'll keep an eye on the bar, attentive for information. If something comes across your desk, call me."

The issue of having scathing, sandpapery dad residue on one's soul. Also growing up with 80s cop show reruns.

"Yeah, I'll put it up here and send you a text with some food cart rec. That'll be believable enough."

Hank crosses his arms, frowning hard. "We'll have a couple of people for him to work with. I mean... Somehow there are actual kids here. I don't know if they're born all fucked up by the head or if he lets 'em grow up a little and then does it to them, but they shouldn't have to live their whole lives like this."

In Loki's defense, his father was not a man who'd ever have been caught making a 'dad joke'. The meme was lost on him.

He nodded, though, crossing his arms in kind. "It's unfortunate, and we'll do what we can to spare them, but this is war."

"Honestly, if it comes down to that-" which he doesn't want it to, but, "-I'd rather just EMP the whole city. Shut off the power grid. Shutting down the power grid gets the people too. That's why we didn't see 'em out on the street the night of the black-out. It wouldn't hurt 'em. They wouldn't even notice."

He doesn't want it to come to that, though. And the idea of doing that would tear him up. It'd save them. Maybe stop new people from coming in for a while.

"Yes." He nods. "If it comes down to it." Loki didn't want it either, but he would concede Hank's idea of an EMP would be more helpful.

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