Deimos is kidnapped (Not done)

Safe Travels (Chapter 3)

"Hank, haven't I told you countless times?"
"You're far too reckless to keep doing these sorts of things. At this rate, it's only a matter of time before you come back to me with your head missing.-"
**slam**
...

The room's door swung forwards, opening and smashing into the wall loudly.
"Sanford?"

2b was in the midst of closing up and sewing one of hanks slash marked and bruised covered arms. 2b was hunched forward, precisely and carefully stitching up a large gash in Hank's left arm. A flaring glare of light twinkled from 2b's goggles as he looked up from his seat to see sanford standing in the doorway.

"Sanford, is something wrong?" 2b asked, pausing from continuing his work on Hank.

"The Auditor." Sanford spoke.
Hank's head tilted slightly upwards, it seemed as if hearing that name had caught his attention. Hank didn't turn to look at Sanford, but instead stared forward, clearly listening.
2b adjusted in his chair, correcting his posture and sitting forward. Waiting for Sanford to continue.
When it came to the AAHW, none of them really cared too much. That organization was a mere joke. They had never posed a real threat to anybody here. They were more like, inconveniences at best.
But The Auditor, mentioning his name had always seemed to cause a more serious atmosphere in the room when he was mentioned.

"He has Deimos, and we need to go get him, now." Ordered Sanford.
...
Sanford stood still quietly, in deep thought.

But it was broken by the sound someone getting up from their chair. Followed by rummaging noises, and the clicks of a gun being loaded.

Sanford looked up and turned his head. Hank had gotten up and was standing over a table, back facing both him and 2b. His sleeve was pulled back down, and he was placing a gun into his holster.

Hank turned around to face Sanford, and sighed.
"Let's go get that shithead back." He said in a deep raspy voice.
Hank's enthusiasm practice seemed to be going well, he's been getting better at this.

Sanford wasted no time in that moment, having Hank with him definitely upped their chances dramatically. Sanford sprinted out of them room, grabbing anything extra, and useful he could find.

Entering the room where he had spoken to Deimos and The Auditor, He scrambled, swiping up an old pen from a nearby desk. He then pulled out an old handkerchief from one of his pockets, writing down the coordinates of Deimos' location that had been sent to him.

With all of his supplies, and Deimos' coordinates written in the scrawling of a mad man on a dirty handkerchief, he was ready to leave.

Knowing the Auditor, 3 hours was an exaggeration, it's definitely less. They had to move fast. "Safe travels!"  2b called to them as they left. "Oh! And please do not lose your heads while you're out, I won't fix it."

Leaving the base, Hank and Sanford walked in silence, nothing but the sound of rocks and gravel underneath they're shoes as they walked. They stopped infront of an old truck they had stolen a couple of weeks ago, and got inside.
Sanford sat down in the driver seat.
"Where's the key?" Asked Sanford, opening his hand for Hank to hand it to him.
Hank dropped the key into Sanford's hand, the key was attached to multiple small keychains, two of of which caught Sanford's attention.

One was a small keychain with an image of small cat on it. The other however, was a small pocket knife attached to all the others.
...
After staring at the keys for a moment, Sanford started the truck and pulled away.

While driving, Sanford started to think to himself once more. He couldn't stop thinking about it. This really is serious. One slip up, and all it takes is a bullet to Deimos' head before rendering the entire mission to save him useless.

"Fuck." He whispered under his breath anxiously.

They couldn't afford to mess this up.

(Written monday october 25th) Story still ongoing