Hank's Intro Scene

[Hank]

12: 58 PM

"We've got a big problem, old buddy."

The office is warmly illuminated by the shaded desk lamps, atop the several deep brown hickory wood desks covered in small brass handled drawers. The Lady in Red spins lazily in the office chair she's sitting in, and smiles at Hank as she rotates past him.
"It's kind of like old times, isn't it Hank?" She says serenely. The Dwarf runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
"Heh, I guess it is. Look, I'm sorry that we had to spring this on you like this, but this ain't exactly a small deal. Shut the door, would ya Hank? You're letting the air conditioning out."
The Thin Man sits behind a desk at the far wall of other side of the office, staring out the window at the full moon. Hank thinks that's what he's doing anyway… It's difficult to tell behind the thick curtain of smoke hanging in the air. A police siren blares faintly in the distance, and a large orange neon sign is visible out the window, over a pitch dark tunnel that reads "Benjie's Pub and Grill Hallway".


Tancred:

Hank's face registers shock, or at least he thinks it does. It should at least, that's what a normal person would do when faced with characters from a dream.

"What the Hell's going on?" he asks, without a shred of conviction. He knew the question was pointless as soon as it left his lips.

Sighing, he leans against a wall, slowly sliding down to an untidy heap on the floor. Absently, he swings the door closed.

"I haven't got your money," he mumbles, "and I'm not your old buddy," he says, eyeing the dwarf and trying to ignore the distraction of the lady in red's legs whirling in his peripheral vision as she spins on the chair.


HamBandit:

"Aww, come on now, Hank. Don't be like that." The Dwarf says, ambling over. "You had to know this was coming eventually. Somewhere in that old head of yours anyway… Red, why don't you get him his whiskey?"

The Lady in Red slides open one of the drawers in the desk and producing a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels. She approaches, and kneels down in front of Hank, handing him the bottle. "We know this is tough on you, Hank." She says reassuringly.

"We just can't tell you too much now, or it may make your relapse worse." The Dwarf explains. He gives Hank a pat on the shoulder. "But we packed your things, so you should get moving. He probably sensed you coming through that Door there."

"Aww, come on now, Hank. Don't be like that." The Dwarf says, ambling over. "You had to know this was coming eventually. Somewhere in that old head of yours anyway… Red, why don't you get him his whiskey?"

The Lady in Red slides open one of the drawers in the desk and producing a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels. She approaches, and kneels down in front of Hank, handing him the bottle. "We know this is tough on you, Hank." She says reassuringly.

"We just can't tell you too much now, or it may make your relapse worse." The Dwarf explains. He gives Hank a pat on the shoulder. "But we packed your things, so you should get moving. He probably sensed you coming through that Door there."


Tancred:

"I'm not much of a drinker," Hank says, looking at the bottle. "Say, what's that floating around in there? Yech!" Grimacing, Hank shoves the bottle into a sagging jacket pocket. "He who?" Hank asks, cocking an eyebrow. "What relapse? Is that why I can't remember anything?" Geez, asking the dumbest questions tonight, Hank thought to himself. "Scratch that, I can guess that's a yes".

Scratching his greasy hair, Hank stands and starts going with the trio before remembering the more important question:

"He who again?"


HamBandit:

The Dwarf and the Lady in Red exchange nervous glances.

"Hank…" The Lady in Red begins, as if explaining a sensitive concept to a small child. "There's someone in this city… a Nightmare. I can't tell you more than he wants to hurt you very, very badly. He can tell where you are, and if you stay in one place too long, he will most likely find you. Go and see Clockwise, Hank. He may be able to help you."

The Dwarf hands Hank a suitcase, his suitcase from the hotel room which contained his money and battered revolver. "Time to get moving, buddy." The Dwarf says.


Tancred:

Hank takes the case from the dwarf, eyebrows raised in surprise. "You guys think of everything…"

Sighing, Hank shrugs in tired acceptance. Things are just too weird too often to go against the flow all the time, he thought. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, his inner voice countered. The other inner voice, anyway.

Turning back to Red, "So find Clockwise. Right, you guys know best, I guess. So where to now?" Hefting the case, Hank straightens up and looks round expectantly. "Lead on - you guys are coming with me, right?" he asks, a hint of anxiety in his voice.


HamBandit:

"Hank… we're not taking you anywhere." The Lady in Red says. The Dwarf saunters up to the door leading out to the street. "We'll be with you, it's just that our assistance is… well, limited." He states with a shrug, opening the door. The Thin Man rises from his chair and turns to face Hank, his arms folded.

"We all care about you, Hank. Even Slim." The Lady in Red says, gesturing with her prosthetic arm towards the Thin Man, who says nothing.

"But the truth is," she says as Hank steps out the door onto the cold, cobblestone street. "You're on your own." The sign that reads "Open For Business" on the large Sterner & Son's Investigations window is flipped to "Closed" as the door swings shut.
[End Intro]

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