[b]Tony[/b]

Tony seen just about everything, Humans fighting over stupid shit, vampires fighting for power, an apocalyptic like war, humans and vampires fighting side by side, and now a nationwide manhunt for anything that even resembled a supernatural being. What he thought he would never see is a vampire be scared of humans, That vampire he saw on the stage... Had the same look those Marines had when he was in recovery after the Airport massacre. Only the vampire knew what was going on, we didn't. That didn't change how Tony felt about the situation.

Tony stood and watched the execution, he had seen many things within his time... But nothing quite like this. He half wanted to go on that stage and flash his military intelligence badge with his .38 special drawn. He would prefer the Beretta but there was no smuggling that one in. But he knew in this state there was nothing he could do, Only add to the body count.

Tony had gotten word from Hank that they needed to meet, Hank implied a fight may take place. Tony could fight, though he had limits. This time the limit was six bullets against an army. Someone tried to leave, That didn't really work. Hank was still nowhere in sight, what was that asshole doing that he was desperate enough for his help? Sure Tony could fly, But Hank knew plenty of people who could fight. Then again how many could he trust that survived the war?

Tony attempted to sneak his way into one of the back rooms well the execution was taking place. Not only to avoid having to watch, he needed to know what was going on with Hank. One way or another Tony was going to know what was going on.

Tony worked his way into the basement with his .38 drawn. He eventually found a long hallway with doors lining both sides, and one solid door at the end of the hallway. Tony sighed. "Yes Moore, go into the room that is likely the cultist torture room, Sounds fun right?"

[b]Hank[/b]

Hank had his own agenda in this war, Yes he hated vampires, But he knew how much humans liked to... Manipulate things. He just tried to do the right by his books, That normally meant killing the worst of both sides. He finally got some information on Purge, enough that he needed to do something. Step one, learn what kind numbers they had, Hank knew it was a lot so onto step two. Who is the snake head? And if they were to fall who would take his place?

Hank made his way to the meeting place, he could feel all the warm bodies inside. He was hoping one was Moore, He wasn't the best of fighters but he was brave enough to help Hank with anything. And the only person Hank could trust that he was able to make contact with. Then he heard them. "Freeze!" 

Hank turned around slowly, it was easy to tell he was a vampire, Hank was bad at hiding it. He saw two guards, Both armed with Semi-automatic rifles. Though they were dressed strange. They wore heavy neck braces like that on a bomb squad uniform, though they were wearing light armor. Hank was pretty sure he was smelling silver bullets in their guns too. He would guess hunters, Though the armor is amateur, and the gear is too expensive. Hired guns it seems, Or cultist. Either way in experienced.

Hank smiled. "You're doing it wrong." He began to charge, then he stopped. Pain started to fill his head, his ears felt like they were going to burst. Hank recognized what was going on, he has a similar setup on his RV years before. He attempted to use it when fighting Mithias for the first time. Frequency transmitter, though the one hank had was much larger and took time to warm up. This just kicked in, Hank remembered the basic concept, the transmitter would transmit a frequency so low only vampires (And in some cases dogs and wolves) could hear it. then once on the set frequency the volume would spike causing severe brain damage. The noise stopped but by this point Hank was down, he was only awake long enough to see a third guard with a hand held version of the device.

Hank woke up sometime later, maybe hours maybe minutes, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of was the bodies were still close, and he was in a room with three humans and a lot of blades that he was pretty sure were silver. "Wakey wakey sleepy head." The closest said to him well probing his head with a stick.

Hank glared. "You touch me with that stick again I will take it, and stab you with it." The man just looked at Hank, then poked him in the face with the stick. "Oops." he said. Hank was about to reply when he started to smell it, Burning flesh. Not human though. 

Hank was pissed now. "You let me out now I promise it will be only me you have to deal with, and I will make your deaths fast. If you don't my allies will come in through that door over there..." Hank pointed his head at the door And they will let me go so I can, and will kill everyone I see very violently." The man laughed at Hank. "You and what army Dracula? Because we have one, And we plan to use it to kill each and every one of you fuckers."

A thud came from the door, Then another, then another. The other two guys grabbed their guns and took aim, The one talking to hank looked confused. "What the hell?"

A young man burst through the front door with his badge showing and a personal defense revolver drawn. "U.S. Naval Intelligence! Drop your weapons and surrender now!" Hank sighed looking at Tony. "You are a special kind of stupid aren't ya?" Tony just stood their for a moment, soon realizing he was out numbered and outgunned. "...Well dammit."