Hank smiled, the beating was done for now. Though Mithias seemed pissed off. Hank stood up. "You want an honest answer? Yes and no." His face was still recovering from the grenades he planted in Fergus. "What do you think the chances of SOLDIER believing me were? I mean how many Agents did I kill? How often did I fuck things up? A lot is the answer to both." Hank stopped, smiled and shrugged. "That and I wanted to completely waste Fergus." He looked over to the destroyed catwalk where the explosion took place, the wall was still scorched and covered in blood.

Hank looked back to Mithias. "So how's the war going? Is it better then in here?" Hank said in a joking manner pointing to the nuke. Then a realization hit Hank. "You know, we are still technically on different sides of this war, and the fact that you aren't a total dick makes that a complication." Hanks conversation with Mithias last time they talked gave Hank some respect for him. Though he will never forgive him for a few things, Hank saw him as a responsible.... Being.