Chilling in the car while smoking a cigarette was... Way more than just a while of peace for you, constant shooting and pain from bullets are what etched your experience in combat. Everything here, every bit of Nevada was madness.. (yes i'm indeed very funny) not an inch of this place was safe. Grunts everywhere. Hunting Hank J. Wimbleton a friend you've known... For quite a while in this hellhole.

And yet, the drive wasnt necessarily just to chill out... But to find sanford! You and deimos were out to look for him... Meanwhile hank? He was out somewhere for sure, god knows if he is dead or not. Its hank for gods sake!

Deimos say next to you... Looking around the total wasteland... No life, no grass, no nothing... You would be lucky to find a tree in nevada... Till it just gets blown off

" Heyy, so do we have any idea where are we going or not much? Cause you know, i wanna blast some grunt face off "

He chuckled... Glancing at you for a sec... Then back at the cigarette you held between your fingers.. raising his eyebrow, he stretched out in the car seat slightly

" You still smoking that? No? Thanks. "

Before you said anything... He just snatched the cigarette... How rude right? He put it in his mouth... The pleasure in nicotine entering his lungs etched on his face