Fenrir smirked as Hank made his way over to the counter. "You know, I'd say say it's good to see you, but I don't really care for lying all that much." Hank let out a grunt in response, before the man's gaze shifted over to the bartender. Hank tensed for a second, before he turned his attention back to Fenrir.

"The hell did you do?" There was an edge to Hank's voice, and Fenrir knew better than to fuck around with Hank at that moment.

"I didn't do a goddamn thing. We were having a talk, and all of a sudden the glass just shatters." Leaning over to whisper conspiratorially to Hank. "Y'know, we were talking about you, being on whatever mission you were on. I think she worries about you."

As Sanford moved behind the counter to help Rye with the glass shards littering her palm, Hank glared at Fenrir from behind his goggles. "Uh-huh. Rye? Is that what actually happened?"

Rye looked up from her hand, Sanford carefully pulling out bits of glass. The bartender glanced to Fenrir, a scowl forming on her face. "As much as I want you to snap his neck, he's telling the truth. I got a little too tense."

Hank leaned in close to Fenrir, their faces inches apart. "If I find out you laid even a finger on her, I'm going to rip your dick off."

Fenrir rolled his eyes. "Yeah, got it. Thankfully my package is safe, cause I didn't do a goddamn thing to her."

"Mhm. Now why the hell are you even here?"

"See, I was gonna get a drink or two, but, uh, considering how your girlfriend's doing right now," Fenrir glanced to Sanford lightly wrapping Rye's hand in bandages for emphasis, "Well, I figured you'd probably wanna know about that opportunity I was talking about last week."

"What sort of opportunity? Are we going to be taking them all out, or one of them?"

"One. Loki. The asshole. Look, Surt's fine when he's not being a pyromaniac, Jormun creeps me the fuck out, but I just hate Loki. Guy's a narcissistic asshole with a god complex. Honestly so far up his ass that I'm surprised he's not spewing shit whenever he talks. Being completely real with you, I'm super happy he was dumb enough to agree to head out with me to this shithole we're inspecting." Fenrir chuckled, looking like a man that had found a hundred bucks on the sidewalk. "Well, you got two days to get ready for that. Maybe bring along Sanford. Yeah, definitely bring him. I am sure as shit not letting this chance go to waste." Fenrir reached into a jacket pocket, and pulled out a crumbled scrap of paper, and handed it to Hank. "There's the coordinates for the place we're checking out. We'll probably be there before eight in the morning, and gone within the hour, so don't miss the window."

"So, what're you inspecting this place for? Security? Making sure it's doing its job?"

"We check out any place we think you guys might target in the relatively near future. Like, maybe a month in advance, make sure everything's up to snuff. Usually we just show up, yell at everyone to get off their ass, and head out in time for a nice lunch. And by nice lunch I mean some cheap ass hotdogs that definitely don't have some kind of worm, trust me. But yeah, we're mostly just there for moral support at the end of the day."

"You're really not making your team sound all that dangerous. Well, aside from whatever experimental shit the Agency did to your insides."

"Yeah, it's kinda like we're just doing whatever the fuck until we run into one of our targets." Standing up and stretching a bit, Fenrir gave the trio a lazy wave as he started walking away. "Well, as much as I'd like a drink, I need to get back to HQ before Jormun or Loki realize I'm not doing whatever it is the dumbass said I should be doing before I snuck out. See ya in a bit, Hank. Don't fuck it up."

Heading out, Fenrir let out a small sigh, before pulling out the blood smeared cigarette pack he had taken from Deimos. Opening the pack to see the last cancer-stick, the man pondered for a few seconds before he closed the pack and stuffed it back into his jacket pocket. Maybe once Loki was dead, he could indulge himself a bit.

Hank kept his gaze on the door to the bar for a few seconds longer, before he turned his attention back to Rye, his expression softening. "Are you okay?" The man hadn't been lying when he threatened Fenrir.

Rye flexed her bandaged hand a few times, frowning a bit at the pain. "Yeah, I'm good. Just some glass, nothing I can't walk off. Besides, if I can handle you trying to choke me out, I think I could handle whatever he would try to throw at me."

Reminded of their first meeting, the man would have cringed if he was capable of doing so. "Right, yeah. Yeah."

Sanford let out a snort as he made his way back to the other side of the counter. "Real smooth there, Romeo."

The killing machine sent his friend a quick glare. "Don't you have a plate of hot wings you should be ordering?"

"You know what? Just for that, I'm going to order a cheeseburger. You can't stop me."

Hank sent a bemused look at Sanford, then snorted. "Yeah, sure. And I'll stop the Agency with love and the power of friendship."

Sanford let out a dry chuckle. "Ah, but seriously, get me a burger, will you, Rye?"

"You got it." Glancing to Hank, the bartender asked, "Anything for you?"

"Eh, get me some water. Kinda thirsty and I just want something to drink."

"Right. Be back with that water in a second." The bartender went off, leaving the two to their own devices for a bit.

Hank glanced over to Sanford, tapping a finger against the bar. "Still nothing?"

"Nope. Deimos is good, but it's still going to take some time, Hank. Give it a day at least."

Hank let out a sigh. "Right."

"Well, on that topic, we should probably let Doc know that Fenrir's got that opportunity for us. Make sure we're prepped, rested up, all that good shit."

Hank let out a low hum, nodding slowly. "Yeah, I'll probably ask Rye if she can get a day off tomorrow, maybe destress a bit." Sanford let out a small snicker, earning a smack to the back of the head. "Not like that you fucking idiot."

"I know, but c'mon, you know how that sounds."

"It sounds like you're making up for Deimos' lack of present stupidity." Hank let out a sigh. "I was thinking, I dunno, a game of cards or something. Maybe a board game I can shoplift."

"Damn, really pushing the boundaries of what you can do without Jesus personally hunting you down for your sins."

"Shut up. It's not like I can make her help me with gun maintenance and call it a date." Hank set a glare upon realizing that he probably shouldn't have used the word 'date', and that Sanford was given more than enough ammunition for a while when it came to fucking with him. "Look, I just want tomorrow to not be shitty. Is that too much to ask for?"

"Considering you, that's a definite 'maybe'." Sanford shrugged and held his hands up in a placating manner. "Not saying that you don't deserve a break every now and then, just that you haven't had the best track record when it comes to relaxing and things not eventually ending up with you murdering like twelve people over a hot dog or something."

Before Hank could try and fail to counter that point, Rye came back, glass of water in hand. "Alright, here's that water. Your burger will be ready in a bit, San." Setting down Hank's glass, Rye reached under the counter for a straw, and placed it in the liquid. "So, you guys are gonna go out and see if Fenrir's not some spy trying to lure you two into some shitty trap."

Hank pulled down his mask, and took a sip from the straw. "Mhm. I'll probably spend the rest of the day making sure I got everything I need, then I'll take it easy tomorrow to wind down a bit." The man tapped the glass a few times, before he bit the bullet. "Hey, so, what are the chances that you can get a day off tomorrow? As much as I like this place, it's getting a bit stale."

Rye blinked, apparently not expecting something like that. "Oh, uh, I can call my boss, see how it goes. I'm not making any promises, cause I know what it's like when someone cancels last minute on something you really wanted to do. Uh, not that I'm saying I really wanna hang out with you- Wait no, that sounds bad. I-uh, fuck it I'll go make that call."

Sanford let out a small wheezing laugh as Rye quickly walked away, pulling out her phone. "Oh, holy shit you two are idiots."

Hank ignored his friend, opting to take another sip of his water. "So, you know any good places I could take her out for lunch? All I can think of is that hot dog stand that pops up here and there."

"Hm, there's a couple places that Deimos and I hit up when we're in the mood to treat ourselves. There's that one burger place a bit away from here, and then there's that fancy place we go to like once couple months. Honestly I'm surprised we're still allowed in there."

"I'm surprised you're still allowed in here."

"I mean, being real, who's gonna throw us out of here?"

Walking back over, Rye responded to Sanford's rhetorical question with a sigh. "Me. Because if it comes down to keeping this job and you guys, we'll just hang out when I get time off."

Hank took another sip of his water, trying his best to keep his demeaner neutral. "So, how'd that call go?"

"Well, I got the day off. It's not paid time off, so that's a bit of a bitch. So you better damn well treat me to something real nice tomorrow." Rye smirked, fluttering her eyes at Hank, and he was sure he would be blushing if he could.

"Don't worry, I got it covered."

Rye nodded, satisfied with Hank's answer. "Alright, I'm gonna go check to see how that burger's doing. Be back in a bit."

As Rye walked off, Hank turned to Sanford, and grabbed the man by his shoulder. "Sanford, help."

"What? But I-"

"No, I need to make this special. I need to make her feel special. I can't just take her out for a special lunch place, I need to take her out to a fancy restaurant or something, the kinda place that usually only takes reservations unless I point a gun at their heads."

Sanford let out a sigh as he pried Hank's hands off. "Alright, I'll talk to Deimos or Doc, see if they can find a place that does this short notice."

The psychopath let out a short sigh of relief. "Thanks. I appreciate you, Sanford."

The shirtless man let out a chuckle. "High praise."

Sanford stretched his arms above his head, letting out a small yawn as he entered the safehouse that he and Deimos had decided to hole up in for the time being. The past few hours honestly felt pretty surreal, helping Hank plan his date with Rye. Sure, that's definitely not the word that they would use, but anyone could see it for what it was. Heading down to the sublevel, the shirtless man knocked on Deimos' door, waiting a few seconds for the smaller man to close any memes or porn before he entered the room.

The room was barebones and small, with barely enough space for a bed and whatever computer setup the hacker had. It kinda varied from safehouse to safehouse, and this one was one of the higher end setups. Deimos glanced over his shoulder, raising a brow. "So, mind letting me know why I'm looking for some date spot, on top of looking through these Ragnarök files for some connection between a dead kid and any of those Agent cucks?"

Sanford briefly pondered saving the surprise for later, before deciding that it was better to spill the beans now than have Deimos pester him about it for however long he could hold out. "Well, Hank and I got some intel from Fenrir today, he's getting the leader of his group alone at someplace the day after tomorrow, and Hank's making all of his preparations tonight. He's gonna be using tomorrow to relax, destress." The larger man grinned, waiting for Deimos to take a drink from whatever energy drink he had at the moment before he revealed the kicker. "And for that, he asked Rye out on a date."

Deimos, to his credit, managed to actually swallow half of his sip before he processed what he just heard, turning and spitting it all over his bed. Letting out a few coughs, the hacker looked at Sanford in disbelief. "I'M SORRY HE WHAT?!"

The bigger man nodded, grinning. "Well, he didn't just say it. But, c'mon, we both know what's really going on there. Told me he's probably gonna take her out for a walk around that park that still around, get some lunch, hit up a movie or two, then head out for someplace really nice. So, y'know, don't fuck it up."

Deimos let out a snort. "Shit, I wouldn't dream of it. Not after finding out I'm helping those two get laid and some of that sexual tension to finally resolve."

Sanford shook his head. "Well, good luck. You're probably gonna need it with how those two keep dancing around it." Seeing Deimos give him a half wave before focusing on the computer, the shirtless man made his way to his own room, looking to get some sleep. After all, he wasn't the one that had a date, so he could spend however long in the morning getting prepared for the mission.