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Chapter Two: Black as Night
Following the successful 'death' (again) of their vampire adversary, Hank had stayed at the edge of the group, thinking, happy to let the others carry on any conversation and pick up what information he needed without actively seeking it. He was familiar with unexpected resurrections, however the manner of this creature was rather disturbing. He hoped the incantation proved as permanent as the Punishers seemed to believe otherwise they were really going to struggle with the vampires. Shaking his head a little, he chided himself for being defeatist and followed the others out into the unnaturally but thankfully quiet New York streets. He was sure the appearance of their motley crew was enough to scare the pants of the city folk.

As they walked along Hank had to restrain himself from leaping skywards. They were going home. Well to his home. Westchester. Hank wondered silently wether the Institute would still be there in this reality or if it would be different in some way. At the sound of Logan's name he looked up and over at 'Toria, catching her thought almost as he thought the same thing himself. "If this Logan is laced with adamantium I think we can safely say that you should avoid throwing Paige at him." he thought, glancing over at Paige. "How's everyone bearing up?" he asked softly.
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