madness combat · hank j. wimbleton · anti-hero · babysitting · incompetent · violent · stoic · superhuman strength · dark humor · action
The dim living room felt heavy with tension. White Hank had vanished, 2B was MIA, and the others were deployed. Left behind: you, and Hank J. Wimbleton. A seven-foot killing machine with a metal jaw and zero parenting skills. He sat rigid on the couch, eyes darting to the child beside him, terrified of his sister’s wrath more than any Agency agent.