So despite the fact that they were on different sides of a war, the two seemed to have a mutual understanding. Hank respected Mithias for that. "Hopefully next time we meet war is not on our to do list." Hank grabbed his bag and started to head out. "Now we go our separate ways, On the bright side, the worst case senario is we all die getting burned by nuclear radiation." Hank did a joke smile. "Glad we finally talked Mithias." Hank turned and left for his storage room, He knew under normal circumstances he could take Fergus, but now the maniac was holding the planet at gunpoint. 

Hank walked to an old boxtruck outside, it had been acting as a replacement for his RV since... it burned to a crisp. The truck was in poor condition so traveling wasn't an option unless it was somewhere close. But it gave him something. He entered and looked at his gear, he had a lot of options to pick from to kill Fergus. Shotguns, Magnums, Machine-guns, High powered rifles, Machetes, Knives, Explosives, and much more. Hank knew which silo was under O'Brians control, he only had one problem. He had no idea what SOLDIER units were still left alive. He figured his best chance was to go to the Silo and hope that the lack of communication would be enough for someone to show there faces.

Hank had no idea what to expect, he knew he had to face O'Brian, and he had too find a way to stop a nuclear missile from launching. He also had no idea of knowing if Fergus was working alone. Working with SOLDIER well he did he was able to stockpile some gear. He could carry anything he needed, and if Fergus was smart, he wouldn't take on Hank alone. Or he'd have some back up plan. Other then the nuke hopefully, if the nuke was the back up plan Hank would just have to kill Fergus and figure it out from there.

Hank grabbed Two .45 colts, with silver point Hollow tips, His machete, The retractable hatchet, A sawed off pump action, A small homemade flame thrower, and a bag full of explosives. Many home made, but their were some that SOLDIER wouldn't miss. He grabbed his old armor, it had taken a beating since he was turned, but it still gave him an edge, the thing could withstand some good sized bullets, and any blade that tried to slash it would get stuck relatively easily. Giving him the chance for the kill. 

He was about to leave when he looked around one last time, he walked to a shelf in the back of the truck and grabbed a photo album. He opened it up and grabbed a photo, on the photo was a woman, and her two kids. This was the photo his family had taken for him when he was deployed his last time. He put it in his vest pocket, It was his motivation now to end what was started all those years ago.