Hank's up at the fifth floor, staring at the happy aftermath of the executions with a grim expression. He might not have been at the meeting itself, but he was out during it. That's suspicious enough. He figures it's best if he leaves his job soon. That job that he so loved, that gave him purpose. Here it's twisted. And now, it's just too close to certain death.

Figured she'd try to go out like Joan of fucking Arc, he finds himself thinking bitterly as Marie dies. As she cries out for a revolution of, what, a building full of people? Out of a city.

Usually he's coming up with plans, he has dozens. But this time he's just got a piece of paper out, and in his own handwriting he's tendering his resignation from the Dualis Police Department.

Following the injuries recently sustained by my domestic partner, I find that I should focus my energies on his recovery. It's not as simple a process for androids as one might suspect-

He grimaces to himself, leaning forward on the couch, elbows on his knees.

"Do you know how they fuckin' found those fucking assholes?" He says, bitterly, angry at their stupidity, upset they went and got themselves killed. "Their masks. They found them, because of their dumbass masks. Turns out they were told to target them. Heard it at the station not long after they picked them up." He doesn't look up from his paper, he just looks angry.