[b]Hank & Tony[/b]
[i]"What happened Hank?"[/i]

Hank looked over to see Mithias. "What happened? Lots has happened..." Hank kept flicking the cover for the switch. "I lost count Mithias... I lost count of how many I have killed. All I know is it's a lot, Too many were innocent. Way to many." He looked at his environment. "I think I hit the point where I can't just ignore it and say I had to do it." He gripped the remote tightly. "So I'm removing the worst reminders. One at a time." 

Tony was still trying to disarm the bomb. He was staring to get an idea of what was working, what was junk, and what he had to avoid to avoid setting off the bomb. "Join the cause they said, the benefits are fucking amazing they said. Well where are you now Propaganda?" Then Tony found it, a mistake in the wiring he could use to remove the trigger from the charges.

Hank sighed. "I have killed 11 vampires and 3 humans before I was turned. Those numbers have not only spiked in the last ten years, but the thing to consider is as a hunter, I only killed those I had to." He looked over to Tony. He was trying to defuse the bomb, Hank could here in his mind how he found a way. 

Hank started walking over to Tony. "Don't fucking touch that!" Tony surged up in what looked like a painful method. "Off the damn truck, now." Tony turned around, and started walking awkwardly until he fell out of the truck. "Good, now stay." Hank turned to face Mithias. "I do plan to do this, one way or another."

Tony was forced onto the ground, and stuck, it felt like another brain had told his arms and legs what to do and forced him to stay where he was, he felt like his arms and legs were burning. He could feel the blood from his limbs trying so hard to hold him down. It was starting to get harder to breath, really hard.

[b]Agent Florida[/b]

Ford witness the man getting forced to the ground after Mithias tried to calm down the man with the detonator. Ford guessed it wasn't working. The M24 had 5 silver bullets loaded, and he held a spare mag in case. But he figured he didn't need it.

Ford was about to take the shot, when the man locked eyes with Ford through the scope. "Shit." He tried to pull the trigger but as his finger moved, he couldn't. It was like a part of him refused to do it. No not a part of him, someone else. He started shaking when he heard command after command go off in his head.

Ford grabbed the M24 and relocated to a new position. He had a new mission now, protect the bomb.