Hank was veteran police officer. He’d fought in the ‘Natti Riots, shed blood against the Capital Killer, and busted open the deepest case of conspiracy in the government since that reporter had disclosed the identity of a few dozen Super Heroes.
Sitting in the car – a steakout – with William was a pleasant enough experience. The young officer was eager to prove himself, and excited to be partnered with the legendary Hank “Steel” Farris.
Hank grimaced at the name. He had no steel. All he could claim was that chaos and blood hounded him. That was his “blessing”.
So they waited. And Hank knew the night would not end peacefully.
“Get ready son. Something is coming.”
They got out of the car. The air was quiet.
“FINALLY.”
Hank grimaced. His family had arrived, after many long years.
“Odin.”
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