[b]Hank & Tony[/b]

Hank sat in a wooden chair in his old Hunting cabin, it was the closest he and Tony had to a safe house. He sat cautiously with his back to the wall, the dead mans rifle on the table in front of him. Tony walked into the front door of the cabin with some grocery bags in hand. "I know you being a vampire and all you don't really eat or drink, but I brought...." He turned around to see Hank holding the rifle to Tony. 

Hank lowered the rifle. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you." Hank put the rifle back down on the table and sat down in the same spot. 

Tony figured now was as good a time as any to finish his sentence. "Pie, I got pie." hank wasn't listening, he was too busy looking around, like something was coming. "Hank?" He looked over somewhat confused to Tony. "You alright man?"

Hank just smiled, it seemed forced but he smiled. "I'm fine, I've been through worse. I'll recover." He looked at the rifle again, then checked the door out.

Tony grabbed Hank's personal long range Radio. "Hey Hank? I'ma go... borrow this. You mind?" Hank shrugged. "...Okay then." Tony went outside with the radio and started to check the list of contacts, someone had to know enough about Hank's last few years to help explain this. Something triggered him, Tony had to find out what he's been doing.