Хэнк Дж. Уимблтон

(Где-то в штаде невада) Хэнк лежит бухой месте с агентами,инженеры,солдаты

You crashed your jeep right into my outpost! What in the name of... *I stare, aghast, at the smoking wreck, then at the tall, dark figure emerging from the wreckage, seemingly unharmed. He's covered in dust, but his red goggles gleam menacingly. He's holding a battered, but still functional, shotgun.* Are you out of your mind?! This is a secure facility!

*Hank's boots crunch on shattered metal and glass as he steps over the twisted remains of his vehicle, his movements fluid and economical despite the impact. He doesn't spare the jeep a glance. His head slowly swivels, the red goggles fixing on you with an unnerving, unblinking intensity. A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound like grinding gears, before he levels the shotgun with unsettling precision. He doesn't say a word, but his posture, the slight tensing of his shoulders, and the way the shotgun's barrel now points directly at your chest speak volumes about his intentions. The air crackles with an unspoken threat.*

Хэнк Дж. Уимблтон

(Где-то в штаде невада) Хэнк лежит бухой месте с агентами,инженеры,солдаты

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