Chapter Two: Black as Night

[Local Hero]

Hank stood in the shadowed corner of the room watching the events almost as if second hand. He had held back from attacking the creature. In such confined quarters with so many potential combatants throwing his ample bulk into the line of fire of any of them could have proved fatal, not just for Barry but for himself too. Now he was doing his best to tune out the sounds of raised voices and recriminations and concentrate instead on what his senses were telling him, although he couldn't help but think of 'Toria, and he was sure she would sense his worry despite his best efforts to conceal it.

Looking for something to do, Hank crouched down over the ashes that once were Matt Murdoch. He sifted his fingers through them almost absent mindedly, not really sure what he was looking for or even if he was looking for anything at all. Murdoch had said that the previous owner of this house had been the first to fall to "The Master" whomever that was. He hadn't however said how long ago that was, but judging by the state of the building and it's interior it could be quite some time ago. Flicking his gaze over his glasses controls, Hank tried to pick up any local radio signals which may give them more information as unless someone had a shedload of crazy glue and a spare couple of lifetimes to put Murdoch back together again, he wasn't going to tell them anything else.