[b]Tony & Hank[/b]

The phone stopped ringing, who ever Foreman was he wasn't picking up. Tony had to assume something he didn't want to. Hank was unwell, Tony knew what was wrong, he just didn't know what to do. He also had no idea how bad it was. 

Tony walked into the cabin only to find Hank gone. "Hank? Yo Hank? Where'd ya go?" He heard his truck start outside. "God dammit Hank!" He ran outside to see Hank driving off with something strapped in the trunk of the vehicle. A barrel? Fuel maybe? Where was Hank going that he needed to bring a barrel of fuel. Then as the truck turned Tony realized what the barrel was; A bomb.

Tony was scared, He knew Hank was losing it, but a bomb?! Hank didn't know how to build one! Though he didn't have to, Tony knew, and Tony showed him how to remove it from the missile in case something happened to him. "No... No, No, No!" Tony ran around for anything he could use to catch up to Hank with. He found a bicycle with a rifle mount on it, Hunting bike? Seemed old, like it hadn't been used in years.

Tony ran inside to the bed and flipped the mattress. Under it was an armory of old hunting weapons. A collection from Hank's old days. Tony went through the collection of shotguns, rifles, and blades. Even some explosives, which worried Tony, Hank knew more on explosives then Tony thought. He grabbed some silver bullets for his pistols and a lever action rifle. He didn't know what to expect from Hank, but he knew Hank was not in a good state of mind. "Please don't make me use this Hank."

Tony put the rifle on the bike and started to pedal, the bike struggled but it moved still. Tony wasn't able to catch up until Hank stopped, but that was his truck. Tony always had a plan B.