"Yeah, yeah..." Military grade tech, probably able to shoot a goddamn plane out of the sky or something straight out of a Terminator movie. Hank's privately glad that militarization of the police has gone down a hell of a lot since droids came into the picture. Helped bridge a safety gap without every department having their own goddamn strike team or whatever.

It's what you get with a generation raised on video games, he supposes.

"Well, I'd introduce you to the prototype they saddled me with..." But a vague gesture says it hasn't followed him out This far. Hank is baggage free while he's out here. "But this ain't exactly Detroit. And he's sure as hell not coming all the way out here."