Badass Challenge: This is Madness!

Find out why Hank came to Pandora

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"Alright, new Vault Hunter candidate! What do you got for me Angel?"

"Well sir, I've looking around and I found a file about a mercenary. He's rather well known, has taken assassination jobs for his local town, and currently has a body count of 535."

"Okay okay, is there anything unique about him though? Because just being good and killing is fine is all, but if I wanted that I would've just picked up a Psycho out on Pandora."

"Well, the information that I got for him is rather interesting. First off he's public enemy against the AAHW, Agency Against Hank Wimbleton. Apparently he's their main target aft-"

"Woah woah woah woah, Wimbleton? No one's name is Wimbleton."

"That's what the file says sir, his name is Hank J. Wimbleton. No idea on what the J. stands for though."

"But… Wimbleton, are you sure? God that sounds like one of those gimmick names that bandits would pick up thinking it's cool, when it's not."

"Can I continue sir?"

"Sure sure… heh, Wimbleton."

"Anyways, Wimbletone became an issue after he tried to assassinate his town's local sheriff who happened to have ties with the organisation. I have camera footage of the attempt."

"Roll the footage then Angel, let's see what Wimbleton can do."

"Playing footage."

[Scene]

A man with unremarkable features walking along the side of a building, a cigarette in one hand while a gun was in another.

The man moved the hand holding the cigarette to his mouth, only to choke on the breath that he would take when a wire suddenly wrapped around his throat and pulled. The guns and cigarette fell from his hands as he tried to pull the wire free, but failed to do anything against it.

The man behind him, just as unremarkable, said nothing as he pulled and pulled.

Until he stopped moving and slumped over.

Without even another thought, he dumped the body into a sewer and took the gun that was left behind.

The man moved as if killing came naturally to him as breathing. What he could not kill with a gun, he killed with his fists.

Every blow deformed the faces of the people that approached him, caving in the chests and breaking limbs when he aimed for them.

He moved, chasing after his target when he ran away at the sight of him dropping down from the ceiling.

Every move was precise, every shot to kill. When a gun ran out of bullets, he would simply toss it hard enough to break the skull of the one in front of him to pick up another gun in front of him to keep moving and fighting.

He fought and fought his way through the building, until he had his target in his sights. His gun pointed at him as he walked towards him.

And then, he was promptly shot in the back of the head.

He fell forward slumped onto the ground, dead.

[Scene]

"Angel?"

"Yes sir?"

"He's dead. Wimbleton just got shot in the back of the head."