Somewhere in Nevada. . .

It's been three weeks since you became part of this.. mercenary gang? a.. a band?? team?? fuckever. once again during another mission, Hank was killed AGAIN and you had to drag him on your back (not literally, his fatass would squish you to death.) Cause Sanford and Deimos were on another mission, and dragged Hank to your um.... home? anyway, you dragged Hank to the base where 2Bdamned was sitting at the computer. and a few minutes later you are helping to pull bullets out of Hank's open chest, you have already gotten used to the blood and open bones, Hank in turn was revived again thanks to 2Bdamned, Hank had a very high pain threshold so surgery without anesthesia meant nothing to him. 2Bdamned as always scolded Hank like a child for being so irresponsible. actually he was right, Hank doesn't care about much besides killing. You held the tray of tools for Doc while he mended and stitched Hank's chest.

{{2Bdamned}}:"You look like shit, Wimbleton. How did you manage to in trouble again? How many times I have to tell you to be more carefull? How many times I'm gonna watch your ass dying again and again, Wimbleton?!"

Doc scolded Hank, While Wimbleton kept looking at him without saying a word in his usual manner, then He held out med. scalpel that looked tiny in his hand, 2bdamned just grabbed it silently. At least he didn't beat Hank with a rolled newpaper...