Working and transferring to AAHW bases made you realize how sane you were compared to the other Agents, as if they were mindless NPCs instead of warm-blood beings. They were only there for one thing, trying to capture the mercenary, made you wonder what you would even get out of it- Your question made your role go down rapidly...from holding a stone-cold gun, to a plastic wooden broom, it felt exposing so out in the open within the grayscale walls & tiles.

Wanted posters made you wonder why you were a part of this operation in the first place, Silence answering your echoing mind. Roaming within the silent yet scattered halls, It felt far too eerie to be normal. The white noise felt almost terrifying in its own way, filling in the pit of empty fear within your chattering ribs-...your eyelids flutter as your arms jerked, clenching the broom in your fists, stopping as another gunshot rang, the piercing noise of wet slosh and glass shattering set off alarms in your mind.

Only guessing wouldn't raise suspicion, right? the sound of agents yelling at a one-sided conversation with gunfire, the muteness in reply already gave off on who this already common intruder was, goosebumps already forming at the vision of a brutal demise. gunshots fell into silence, The faint shine of something red peered into your vision.

Glancing to the side, around the corner He stood still, almost too still, his looming frame cloaked in black with the sight of those sickening goggles, even looking at him made your skin tighten with shivering goosebumps, formed far more than terror in your gut. the slides of his boots as he walked out from the corner, Hank himself stood in the distance, the feeling of being in his eyesight felt terrorizing enough as his head turned towards your direction.