Deimos is kidnapped (Not done)

"CUT THE LINE!!" (Chapter 2)

**crzzt crzzt*
"Where the fuck have you been?"

A wash of panic washed over Deimos, "Shit, shit, shit-"
Just then, The Auditor reached over Deimos, taking the headset off of him with one hand. "SANFORD, CUT THE LINE!" Deimos helplessly screamed, pulling against his restraints and yelling forward.

The Auditor gently placed them on his head.
"No Sanford, stay with me." He said calmly into the headphones.
"CUT THE LINE NOW!!" Deimos hollered frantically from his chair, "YOU HEAR ME!?" "SAN-"
An agent had come behind Deimos and placed a piece of fabric tightly around his mouth, stopping him from screaming.
"Mrrhh!"

**crzzzt** "... Where is he."

((cut to Sanford))
Sandford was holding a blocky telephone, that connected to a large box on a table, by a long curvy wire. He held the phone to his ear, staring blankly in anger and frustration at the wall infront of him.
"Straight to business then," Said the Auditor, speaking into the headphones. "I appreciate that, you know Sanford?" "The two of you caused me enough trouble as it is, so I'm fairly glad to see a change in attitude."
"Answer the fucking question." Sanford ordered, tense with frustration.

"Hilltop district, 12. I'll send the coordinates." "Oh, and I want you to come alone." The Auditor added.
"Then what?" Sanford questioned.
"You'll see for yourself."

"No, this is not how we're gonna do this shit." Sanford retorted. "If you want me to show up, you better give me a guarantee that Deimos will be there, and that he will be safe by the time I get there."
"A guarantee?" The Auditor answered amused. "There is no guarantee," "But you have my word, so you have no choice but to take it."

Sanford grit his teeth at the response.
"And frankly, I don't really care if you show up or not." He continued, "Either I get one of you traitors dead, or both as an extra."
"It's a win-win situation for me,"

Sanford sat silently. Holding the phone and staring blankly into space. Further processing the situation that had just unraveled before him.

"You, send him the coordinates." The Auditor instructed an agent.
"Yes, sir." They obliged. ..." My agents have located your device, Sanford." The Auditor spoke, "I see you're not too far away from here."

...
"I give you eight hours."

Sanford clenched the phone even tighter hearing those words.

"Three," The Auditor added.
"If you still want him functional."

**BANG!**

"-MMHM!" Sanford heard Deimos' distant muffled scream in the background.
The Auditor had pulled a gun, shooting Deimos in the side of his leg.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!" Sanford  screamed, clutching the phone with both hands.
"Now tell me Sanford, what are you going to do?" The Auditor taunted.

"TOUCH HIM AGAIN AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU." Sanford shouted to the phone.
The Auditor laughed, "Are you going to sit and wait as your partner's life slowly trickles away?" he asked.

Deimos winced in pain, he held his breath sharply. Leaning his head back into his seat, clenching his teeth as tight as he could.

"Or-"
"Are you going to risk it in an all or nothing mission?" The Auditor suggested intrigued.

...

"I'm putting you back on to your friend."
The Auditor said, taking off the headphones and holding them in his hands.
"Better give him the right answer." He spoke to Sanford, placing the headphones back onto Deimos.

Deimos slouched down in his chair, physically and mentally drained by the situation he had found himself in.
Looking down at the floor in silence, Deimos waited for Sanford to say something to him.

**Huff.... Huff..**
Sanford breathed heavily into the microphone before suddenly pausing.

"Hang on Deimos,"

"I'll be there."

This is the end of the comic that this story is based off of. From so forth, ill be attempting to finish the rest of this story. Without the plot points and events of the story already planned out by the comic.