Walking the streets, Hank slides his blade into it's sheath and passes under the lights of the streets. He gazed into the red sky and enjoyed the view, until something flew over his head. He turned his head and looked off to the top of a building and try to adjust his goggles to see what was in the distance. It took a few moments before it became clear, there was a large dog like creature being attacked by a large wave of agents. Hank watched blood fly and grew impatient, he wanted in the fight. Hank jumped on to a ladder and climbed as quickly as he could, but halfway up he was met by a elegantly famine hand. Before he had the chance to push the hand away, it grabbed a hold of his jacket and whisked him up to the roof. Waiting there was a naked woman, clearly wounded and panting pretty hard. She looked over to him with her bright blue eyes and fell to her knees. She whispered out to him," You got this?" Hank nodded before whipping out the big boys, his favorite guns from home.
Hank emptied out his guns in a matter of seconds, taking down only half the agents. He searched the roof for something useful, anything would work. He heard as the girl puked out blood and looked to her. In a quick glance, she ripped some piping out and slid it toward Hank. Hank grabbed the large pipe, which was basically his size, and ripped through the agents. There was nothing to stop him, that was until he ran out of people to kill. He turned back and stared at the girl struggling to stay up. Feeling the gaze, she tilted her head to face him and crawled to his feet. Hank put out his hand to help her, but she turned from it and kneeled down before the man. She softly said to him," For saving my life, I owe you mine. From this day forth, I serve you." Hank rested his hand upon her shoulder and felt as she grew nearly twice his size.
She laid herself by his side and waited for him to hop on, of course with the help of her tail, he was much to short to do it alone. As she stood, Hank grabbed a handful of fur and gripped her like he was gonna die. She popped a few bones and adjusted the others before soaring through the sky to the next roof. Hank had to adjust himself and gently pulled on her fur to do so. Before he could say anything, the girl turned to the direction of the tug. Hank was sure he could drive this, sure he sucked at driving vehicles but they weren't living. They sat there for five to ten minutes while Hank figured out the gas pedal. He had tried everything until he sighed and flung his feet back, they landed right in her sides. She took off and searched the place for anything unusual, while Hank sat on her back and tried not to crash the two of them.
They ran into the middle of the desert and up to an old broken down warehouse. Her ears twitched as they listened to everything around them. She couldn't tell why they were at this place, but she laid herself upon the ground anyway. Hank jumped down and walked into the building, the door slammed shut behind him. She laid her head down and waited for him to either settle down into his bed or return to her. Hank tore through the bathroom and got a few supplies before going back out, only to be greeted by a deathly stare of red eyes. Hank walked up and placed his hand on her shoulder and laid out the medical supplies, in return she placed her hand on his. Hank looked up at a girl smiling down at him. He gave her some spare clothes of his and she patched herself up. This was the beginning of their great story, but most of all, the beginning of their friendship.