[h1][center][color=007236]Hank Miller[/color][/center][/h1]

Hank's day was going from bad to worse to all hell breaking loose. Due to the Covenant's Vampire's abilities, he was functional. He felt like he had been hit by a truck while being hungover and going through constipation all at the same time, but he was still functional. The child vampire went up to Hank grabbing him by the collar as he was standing himself up, she seemed pissed. Hank found this funny. He would be too if he had lost an eye. Eyes were something that Hank found confusing when it came to vampires. Sometimes a good shot there would kill a vampire, other times it would just piss them off. 

Even though the small vampire looked young, she acted like a lot of Hank's exes, blaming him for doing his job, saying he sucked at it, and the common question, What is your problem? Hank chuckled at that remark. "[color=007236]You see, I have this issue where I like to piss off anyone and everyone around me. So far it seems to be working.[/color]" If she was going to kill him, Hank was going to get one good laugh out of it. His revolver was still in his hand, he was ready to use it. Though he knew he may not be able to do much in his current situation. She started ordering Hank to drive the Covenant's car as she was too small and the healer didn't really know what one was. It made Hank wonder what was going on with her end of the world. "[color=007236]Car's not mine. I got here in that.[/color]" He pointed casually to the recreational vehicle about 50 feet away from the car. "[color=007236]Much more comfortable and it can transport a lot of gear at once. Including more explosives then the even Napoleon could appreciate.[/color]" He heard the old commander liked cannons.

He looked about at his situation, here lay four dead covenant soldiers, and potentially three now international fugitives. "[color=007236]Fuck my parole officer is going to be pissed.[/color]" He had a job to do now though, and that was stay alive a little longer. "[color=007236]We can go, but we are taking my ride. These guys travel too light for my liking, and I need to replace most of my gear right now.[/color]" He started to walk to his mobile weapon's depot when a new figure had came into play now, a man about Hank's height, and with Hank's luck another vampire. There were easy ways to check but most of them involved Hank losing his throat by the end of it.

The another amazing question was asked to Hank. [color=8dc73f]"So did you kill my coworkers or did they spontaneously die some other way."[/color] This was something Hank did not have time to properly think of. He would have to bullshit this one on the fly. It would be like high school all over again, only this time he may actually die. "[color=007236]They started it.[/color]" Was all Hank said at first. Despite him attempting his best to be a professional he went with the first thought that came to mind. "[color=007236]You see, they all seemed drunk. Not sure they were but they acted it. And...[/color]" He had to make up something that even in this modern vampire age sounded like bullshit. "[color=007236]They were talking about something that sounded a lot like the holy grail? Seemed odd, they pulled their guns. And they all shot each other.[/color]" He was going to leave out the part of the custom .357 bullet that is still lodged inside one arm, a ton of buckshot inside another one body, and one having a hole in his head left from a silver .357 hollow point as well. And the partially missing neck in another. Hank's argument wasn't going well in his mind.