Mithias started to explain the situation to Hank. He mentioned about the two of them being on their own now, maybe Hank acting as an informant for what ever organizations are left for the human race. Or a spy in basic terms. HE started listing safe places and talking about the corruption in systems. "A new SOLDIER would be a pain to work with, And if you start going around and killing the ones who fucked things up I'll turn a blind eye for now, though don't draw too much attention or we may ave some conflicts. As for a safe place to hide." Hank walked over to a dead Newblood and Yank out his axe. "People like me don't have time ti hide, I still have a job to do, it's just a bit different now." Hank was referring to hunting, though after going what he went through all the rules have changed.

Then Mithias asked what abilities Hank had been given. "Truth be told I have no fucking clue, I can beat the crap out of things, I hear voices which I guess is the mind reading crap, and I can't get drunk at all." Hank stopped and wiped his axe blade off. "Those voices I'm guessing are thoughts, could be useful if i could tell the thoughts apart from people talking, what they are directly thinking, random thoughts, and memories, memories are a pain in the ass when people think about them." Hank put away the Axe. "I get you have things to do, some situations I may be able to help with." Hank looked around the Silo. "Give me some time to deal with this missile and I can help you with Purge if you want. Shouldn't take too long to disarm this thing for good."