The only hard evidence they're supplied with is a useless CCTV feed, of which about two minutes is highlighted and clipped for easy access. A white male, medium build, indeterminate age, indeterminate features, walking into the café with his head turned downwards, away from the camera. He walks from the front to the bathroom, closes the door, and a few moments later emerges and leaves.
A flash. Static. That, Hank knows, is footage of the explosion.
- Part 2 of Whitelist
“Am I in the hospital?” He asks. Connor shakes his head. His brows twitch in that way that tells Hank he’s thinking. His LED blinks fast, yellow to red and back to yellow again. He is considering, with the careful way that Connor considers things, what to say next.
“No.” A pause. “You were. You went out to get coffee grounds and a newspaper on April 16th, at 10:22 AM. A bomb planted by an anti-android organization went off as you were leaving the café.”
Hank looks down at himself. At his hands. They look fine, not even a scorched hair. Hardly the skin of someone who was in the hospital over an explosion.
- Part 1 of Whitelist