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Mithias was growing anxious. The night was still young, but Bedivere had not yet appeared, and Hank was not where he should have been. Somehow, Mithias felt certain that his only creation was still alive somewhere, but where? Where would Hank have gone? The young blood was furiously determined to destroy Fergus, yet he also had wanted to save the world from nuclear war. Of course... Mithias knew the answer, like he knew Hank's heart when he drank him to death. Hank had gone straight for Fergus himself. Foolish hero. He took far too much after his maker. Fergus would probably most likely be at... the missile silo?

Hank was a bloody mess and getting the shit beaten out of him at the bottom of a weapons silo in the dark. The building had clearly been breached, and with all the commotion inside, nobody noticed Mithias basically walk right in. A few feldglings were still alive, although their heads were shot or badly damaged. They hadn't been decapitated or impaled through their hearts. Blown up was definitely dead though. They didn't seem much interested in continuing to fight, except for the one guy that thwacking Hank. Mithias casualy walked over with his hands in his pockets. 

An unexpected hand suddenly grabbed the rod that Fergus' fledgling-minion had been using, and he turned around in alarm to see Mithias' piercing countenance glaring back at him. The fledgling stopped, utterly confused. "Who the hell are you?" But he was also afraid, because Mithias was clearly not a fledgling, and he staggered away. 

Mithias took the rod. "Thank you." 

The fledgling didn't need any further instruction, and limped off.

Mithias turned to Hank on the gound and nearly also beat him. Instead he gave the dad-stare of doom. "... You risked the fate of the world so you could achieve your petty vegeance? ... You were supposed to report to Soldier."