[h1][center][color=007236]Hank Miller[/color][/center][/h1]

It seemed very few were pleased with Hank's actions. Hank included. It also seemed more and more vampires and vampire like things were coming in to investigate. "[color=007236]What the hell is going on.[/color]" Is all hank could mutter at first once he realized if things went south he was screwed beyond reasoning. "It seems that vampires are not the only ones who turn on their own." One of the newer vampires said to Hank. "[color=007236]I am going to be honest, I am pretty sure that humans have been killing humans since before vampires were a concern.[/color]" Hank said emotionless. He knew who the vampire was, Mithias. Worked close with the Covenant. He was another pet like the other vampire. Though Hank only knew the other one by a picture, and a name he had learned moments ago. Vladimir. And half blood, Hank was now wondering what that was about. A cross breed between blood lines? Hank didn't know of any cases like that but he didn't have the best of resources. Though he did seem very displeased with Hank's bullshit answer. "[color=007236]It would sound more convincing if you give me more time to make up something.[/color]" He said simply to Vladimir.

The tiny vampire brought the young one who had healed Hank inside of his RV. The one that Hank had filled with explosives, legal guns, illegal guns, homemade gear, blades, and more explosives. And a flame thrower. "[color=007236]This may be a problem in the long run... or short run.[/color]" He said grabbing his gear that he had dropped along the fight. Some of it he was able to put back in holsters. Others he put on his back. Hank figured it was best to get going now though, before things got worse and he ran out of bullshit.

Hank had set his gear inside of the RV when he started listening to the pleas from Mithias. "[color=007236]Hundreds you say? Does this mean the compact is officially broken? Are we entering the Dark Wars?[/color]" Hank asked. It was a term that the hunter community had tossed around for a while. It was to define the massive bloodshed that would take place if humans and vampires were to go into a species wide war with each other. No one liked how that would play out. "[color=007236]If what you are saying is true. There's not a lot I can do from my end. The resources needed to capture hundreds of humans would require dozens, if not hundreds of vampires. At least in as short of a time frame as you are implying.[/color]" He looked at the tiny vampire, and the young one who had healed him.

He didn't like how things went a lot of the time. Or ever really, but things had to be done. But before Hank could explain his thoughts, the two were gone. He was now alone with Mithias, and Vladimir. "[color=007236]...fuck my life.[/color]" He turned to faced Mithias. "[color=007236]Not sure what I can do against that many vampires, nor do I trust or want to stay near you. But the way I see it their lives are more important then mine.[/color]" He hated the idea of so many people being prisoners like that. He also hated to think about what was going to happen to the two girls. He hoped that they would be okay in the long run. Despite opposing sides.

Hank was trying to pull numbers from inside of his head. "[color=007236]There are a few thousand rounds of ammunition inside, there isn't a lot of military grade gear though. I have some explosives, traps, a collection of blades, and one flame thrower that still works. If we had more time I could fix the propane one.[/color]" He looks at the two in front of him. "[color=007236]I sure as help hope you guys have a good plan. Because there is only so much guns and explosives will do.[/color]" He had spare gear, he had heavy equipment. He also knew that if this went south he was sure as hell dead or h was going to be turned into a blood bag.