[h1]Hank Miller[/h1]

Hank slowly put the hammer back into place on his revolver, he hated people keeping tabs on him. "Give me a moment to park the RV." Hank got up holstering his gun. After Hank parked the RV in a back parking lot he went up to meet Dusty in his room. "What makes you so sure it's the same one? Vampires kill all the time." He was referring to the airport incident again. Though he didn't feel like mentioning that it was only him at the airport, his family was at the house when they were killed. Though news always travels awkwardly out here. Or anywhere to be honest. "Also? What makes you think that if they are the same vampires that you can get a better idea where this asshole is better then I can? Because I have been trying for years to kill this fucker and the closest I ever got was an abandoned estate back in Ireland." Hank sat down at the small table in the room and set down his revolver, taking it apart and starting to do a basic clean of its internals.

[@Kurai Assassin]