Vanman
Two Thousand Club
Garrison Blake
Blake is quiet. Were he to speak, he is unsure the scream raging inside him would not escape. He steels himself. The carnage - the desecration - in front of him would unman many men. Then he approaches. He shuts off his primal self, the Beast beating against its cage, howling for flight. Instead, he trains his eye first on the carnage and then on the warehouse. The only thing to do in a time like this is to get to work. Find out what happened. So he puts his mind to work, looking for any type of clue...
Blake is quiet. Were he to speak, he is unsure the scream raging inside him would not escape. He steels himself. The carnage - the desecration - in front of him would unman many men. Then he approaches. He shuts off his primal self, the Beast beating against its cage, howling for flight. Instead, he trains his eye first on the carnage and then on the warehouse. The only thing to do in a time like this is to get to work. Find out what happened. So he puts his mind to work, looking for any type of clue...