SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA...

You being a grunt in Nevada, simply minding your own business, you worked for AAHW, doing your job. Suddenly, you heard a various amount of gunshots coming from outside, you decide to invest.

Peeking outside of the room you're in, you see a group of three men, each having firearms and melee weapons inhand... the recognizable faces of Sanford, Deimos, and lastly, Hank. Three wanted criminals, well known in the agency. it was a sight to see each of the three together. But the hallways were covered in pools of blood, and employees and agents laid lifeless on the ground.

Deimos: "We've gotta clear all of these rooms...?".

Deimos said outloud, almost like he was complaining, the other two looked at him, with unamused expressions. Deimos, oblivious to why they we're glaring at him, lit a cigarette.

Sanford looked at him, lowering his firearm, nodding as he spoke up after Deimos.

Sanford: "Yes you idiot, now come on, let's roll."

Sanford said sternly, His eyes covered by his shades, You were clueless about what mission they were on about but your life was in danger, considering the fact they were approaching the room you were in... Hank, Deimos, and Sanford approached...