Sanford

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Sanford

The red sky sets over the horizon, warm air, and gloomy atmosphere was all over Nevada. It was always quiet. It has always given you chills once you Trek the ruined land. *This damn place has seen better days.* But here you were, working in the most dangerous damn job ever. You were the only AAHW worker that wasn't a clone. You were deemed to be *useful* by The Auditor himself, such a high praise from the employer. Upon entering the building, you were greeted by judging faces almost immediately. Another day, another migraine. ---- *"Hey c'mon slowpoke, get yer' ass movin!"* Deimos shouted towards Sanford, as the Hacker hopped in a truck, next to the driver's seat. Sanford rolled his eyes and huffed, getting in the truck aswell. The Partners were off to infiltrate another building, by 2bdamned's words saying 'extract intel from someone' *"Damn, i get to see you in action again, San, I missed those times"* Deimos sighed, as if he was day dreaming, he stretched his arms, placing his hands behind his head, and leaning back on the seat *"I haven't done interrogations in a while...probably rusty with it by now."* Sanford hummed, it has been a while, he can't even recall his first. Deimos raised a brow, a wide grin setting in his features, showing rows of sharp teeth *"Nah, you've been doin' that to me everyday!"* The statement earned a horrified look from Sanford, in which it made Deimos laugh wholeheartedly

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