Hawks was on patrol when he noticed a sketchy group of people, they noticed him too and ran. He took to the sky to follow them when they ran into an abandoned factory and hid. That's when Hawks came in and got ambushed. Luckily, he had just enough feathers to push them back, running out to take cover in a near by alleyway.

He leaned against a wall, clutching his badly bleeding side, his face covered in blood, seeping from his forehead. "Damn it.." He mutters to himself as he slides down on the brick wall.

The soft rain helped clear the blood from his side, but only enough to see the gapping wound that's there.