Hank gave a soft little sigh as he felt consciousness bring him back to the waking world. For the first time in years, the man actually wished he could go back to sleep, and just not have to deal with the world around him. Slowly rolling over, the man felt his chest tighten once he saw Rye's sleeping face. The woman was drooling onto her pillow, something that she could deal with on her own time. Reaching out, Hank ran his hand through her hair. Breathing in deeply, the man pulled himself out from the bed, and began getting dressed in his usual outfit.

Hank heard a small groan come from the bed, and turned to see the bartender sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked around for a few seconds, then turned her attention to Hank, blushing faintly. "Oh, hey. Heading out?"

The psychopath almost nodded, before the checked the time. Only six in the morning. "Mm, I can probably stick around for half an hour."

Rye smiled. "Cool. I'm gonna go take a shower. Think you can make another breakfast? Nothing too fancy, just something real quick."

"Yeah, take your time."

"Mhm. C'mere a sec." Hank walked over to the bed, and let out a grunt of surprise when Rye pulled him down and gave him a quick kiss. His mask was still covering the lower half of his face, which was honestly better than if Rye had tried to figure out where to kiss him with his whole mouth and jaw situation being what it was.

The psychopath grumbled as he felt a blush creep up his face. The bartender giggled as she set off for the bathroom. Hank wasn't exactly opposed to the surprise kiss, but he would definitely need to get used to it. The man let out a content sigh as he entered the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for anything he could just pop in the microwave. There wasn't really much, aside from a shit ton of oatmeal packets, Hank not having a single idea how long they had been there for.

With a shrug, the man began preparing the bland breakfast. It was a simple process that Hank barely paid any attention to. Sure, he probably could have made something marginally better, but that would take time that he wanted to spend relaxing with his-

The psycho froze for a second, unsure on what exactly he and Rye were to each other after last night. Are we... dating? It was a thought that Hank never thought would feel so important. The man gulped, and quickly got back to making breakfast. For the moment, Hank needed to focus on literally anything else, head out to kill Loki, and when Hank and Rye had some time, maybe have a conversation about exactly what they were.

Fenrir appeared to be fast asleep on the helicopter ride to the facility. Of course, he was fully awake and prepared for any sudden situations that would arise. Feeling somebody tap his leg, the man lazily opened one eye and had to remind himself not too glare too much at the person that had disturbed him. The man wore a brown leather duster, a horrible dull yellow shirt, and brown jeans. The man had many gold rings, and a fancy watch that Fenrir would more than happily loot from his corpse.

The man gave a smug little smile to Fenrir as he opened his eyes. "Ah, Fenrir, so glad to see you're a selectively heavy sleeper. We're coming up on the factory soon. Make sure you're prepared on the chance that any interruptions arise."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go and grace these idiots with our holy presence." Fenrir's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Fenrir my good friend, please get these thoughts that you're not leagues above the common rabble out of your mind. You might get the notion to save these worms on the off chance Hank or any of the other dogs that run with him actually show up, and I commend you for that, I truly do. But you must not let your feelings get in the way of what's truly important for us."

Fenrir snorted, shaking his head. "Right." The remainder of the helicopter ride was passed in silence. Thankfully it was short, only a few minutes before the helicopter landed on the top of the building, Agents scattered around the helipad. Hopping out of the vehicle, Fenrir was tempted to pull out the pack of cigarettes he had 'looted from Deimos'. He knew it wasn't exactly the best idea, considering he would probably be attempting to kill his way out alongside Hank in less than an hour, but the craving was there, and he was really thinking about just lighting up real quick. As Loki walked over to the Engineer that seemed to have drawn the short stick and forced to be the leader of the group of Agents, Fenrir shook his head in sympathy.

"Well, you've been graced with our presence for the duration of the hour, so make the tour as quickly as you can, our time is precious."

The Engineer seemed to hold back a sigh, and nodded. "This way, sir." As the group of Agents led the two Ragnarök members throughout the facility, Loki seemed to be disinterested throughout it all, and Fenrir couldn't help but feel a vindictive satisfaction knowing this was the narcissistic asshole's final day. "Here's the assembly line, we tightened security around here to make sure nothing happens to this factory."

"Yes, I'm sure nothing like that will happen to this one." Loki clicked his tongue in obvious disappointment. "Since this has been so very productive, I suggest we take a closer look at security, try to make sure everything is really up to snuff."

As the group of Agents led the two inside the assembly line, Fenrir breathed in deeply. If Hank and Sanford don't break down the front wall in the next five minutes I'm going to start a kill spree myself. The man glanced at the Agents assembled in the large room, counting three Engineers, five L33T Agents, and a single active Soldat. Looking to Loki, the older man figured he could rip out the asshole's throat in two seconds, rush the Soldat and take his rifle, and clear out the rest of the room in under ten seconds.

Shaking his head, Fenrir pulled out a cigarette from the bloody pack, and glanced over to the lead Engineer, "Hey, you got a light?" The Engineer, glanced around, before taking out a mini lighter. The older man leaned in close, inhaling as soon as the cigarette lit. "Thanks. I might decide to save your ass in case anything goes wrong." The Engineer let out a small confused noise, before alarms began to blare. Glancing up, Fenrir let out a small sigh. "Fucking as soon as I decide to light up." Tossing the cig aside, Fenrir looked over to Loki, smiling smugly. "Well, fearless leader, looks like it's our time to shine. Let's get going."

Fenrir was out into the hallway first, the group of Agents following behind, with Loki further behind. Showtime.

Sanford fired his shotgun straight into an Engineer's head, mask and skull alike blowing apart. Wiping the viscera from his face, the shirtless man glanced behind him, seeing Hank snap a L33T Agent's neck, before giving a thumbs up. Nodding, Sanford moved up, the door into the next room opening, another group huddled behind cover. Seeing a flimsy folding table with cards scatter around the floor, the shirtless mercenary firing into the makeshift cover, and grinning as he the table bounce up, revealing the body of the Agent stupid enough to use it as cover.

Slipping into the room and ducking behind a large metal container, the man saw hank rush into the room, straight past the container, and over the crate that Sanford had caught a glimpse of. Snickering, the man heard shrieks of fear and shots going off before quickly going silent. Stepping out from his cover, Sanford saw Hank picking up a rifle, checking the magazine. "You think Fenrir was telling the truth? So far we haven't found him or that Loki guy. I mean, we haven't really met anyone that might give us any trouble, so if this is a trap; it's pretty dogshit."

Hank let out a small hum. "We still have the rest of the place to clear. We'll find out eventually."

Shaking his head, Sanford couldn't really say much else. "I guess."

After clearing two more rooms, the two mercenaries finally noticed someone rush in, and Sanford had to pull up his shotgun to keep from blowing Fenrir's chest open. The buckshot went high, ricocheting around to an Agent coming behind the man. Fenrir rushed past the shirtless man, and attempted to tackle Hank, the psychopath stepping to the side, forcing the older man to skid to a halt. The man grinned savagely. "Hey buddy. You ready?"

Hank let out a small huff, and nodded his head almost imperceptibly. "Let's get this over with..."

Sanford let out a snicker, then ducked out of the way of a shot from a pistol. The shirtless man looked at the group of Agents that had followed behind Fenrir. He aimed his shotgun at the group, and cursed silently as he pulled the trigger and a click was all he got in return. Throwing the shotgun like a baseball, the gun embedded itself into an Agents skull. Taking his hook out, the man threw it, yanking it back into an Engineer's arm. Rushing forward as he yanked the wire back, the shirtless man clotheslined the Engineer and ripped the hook from his arm. Grabbing a L33T Agent by the throat, Sanford slammed their head into the wall, the concrete stained with a sudden burst of blood.

The rest of the group scrambled with their weapons to aim at the shirtless man, managing to actually fire off a few shots before Sanford rushed at them, hook glinting under the fluorescent light. Sanford grabbed a rifle from a lone Soldat, and swung his hook up into their skull from the chin. With a sweeping motion, Sanford unloaded the magazine into the group of Agents, a single Engineer being the only one fast enough to duck under the hail of gunfire. Unfortunately for him, the shirtless mercenary knew better than to waste all of the ammo on the group, and popped a few rounds right through the Engineer's mask.

Grinning, Sanford was ready to make a quick quip, before a shot rang out, and grazed the mercenary's shoulder. "Shit!" Dropping the nearly empty rifle, Sanford turned to see a lone man in a really shitty outfit.

The man was grinning, holding a snub-nosed revolver. "Well, well, well, if it isn't good old Thor. It's actually quite fortunate that you and Odin over there decided to come along when you did. Fenrir gets terribly agitated on these outings, and I was afraid for a minute that he would snap and start killing everyone himself."

Sanford narrowed his eyes behind his shades, deciding to play dumb for the moment. "And just who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

The man clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Oh, so my good friend didn't mention anything when he killed yours? I, my good man, am Loki. Usually I would be a gracious host and ask if you would like refreshments or something along those lines, but since you're being terribly rude, I think I'll just kill you." With that, Loki began firing at the mercenary, Sanford weaving between shots and moving towards the posh asshole.

Loki became visibly agitated as the shirtless man ducked past his gunfire, and chucked the gun at Sanford as soon as the cylinder was empty. Sanford let out a small grunt as he shrugged the gun aside, then shoulder tackled Loki through the doorway. Glancing back to see Fenrir and Hank putting on a show in case any more Agents decided to show up, Sanford focused to attention back to Loki. The man was getting to his feet, glaring at the shirtless mercenary. "Y'know, you'd be a lot more threatening if you weren't a pussy."

Loki growled at the taunt, and threw himself at Sanford. The mercenary brushed every sloppy punch that the narcissist threw at him, beginning to feel a little disappointed. Fenrir had said that Loki could hold his own, but this didn't really feel like that. Just as he finished the thought, a feint caught him off-guard and he felt Loki's fist slam into his jaw. The narcissist was grinning, and breathing heavily. "That's just a taste of what's to come."

Sanford rolled his eyes. "You know how to throw a real punch, good job. Now lemme show you what I can do." With that, the shirtless man lunged at Loki.

Hank was breathing heavily, as blood was dripping down a gash on his arm. He and Fenrir had been going at it for a couple of minutes, and they had traded minor injuries that could be patched up easily. As the psychopath readied himself for another trading of blows, Fenrir brought his hands up in a time-out gesture. Hank blinked, then stepped back, focusing on evening his breathing out.

Fenrir leaned on a wall for a few seconds, before he turned his attention to the door that Sanford has basically thrown Loki through. "Alright, nobody's showing up. Let's go make sure that asshole's dead."

As the two made their way to the door, the sound of someone being hit over and over again became clear once the door opened. There, Sanford was holding Loki by his hair, the man on his knees as the mercenary slammed his fist into his face again and again. Hank let out a small grunt of approval, "Alright, I think you've had enough fun. Time to get going."

Sanford glanced back to the two, frowning. "But I just got started man."

Loki looked past the large man beating his ass, and weakly raised a hand, sputtering out blood. "F-Fenrir...h-help..."

The man being addressed let out a sigh, and scratched at the back of his head. "Yeah, alright." Fenrir walked up and clapped a hand on Sanford's shoulder. "Mind if I do the honors?"

The shirtless man let out a snort. "Honestly I don't really care. This is your vendetta." With that, he let go of Loki, the beaten man slumping over.

Fenrir crouched down, grinning savagely as he looked at the beaten man. "Y'know, this is honestly kinda bittersweet. I mean, sure, I've been really thinking about this moment, but the others aren't going to be nearly as satisfying to bump off."

Loki sputtered out more blood, a small pool forming under his mouth. "Why?"

That didn't seem to be the best question for Fenrir. "WHY?!" The man roared into Loki's face, fury plain to see on his face. "YOU TOOK THE LAST PERSON I GAVE A SHIT ABOUT, AND YOU HAVE THE BALLS TO ASK WHY?! YOU HONESTLY THOUGHT I WOULDN'T DIG DEEPER?! YOU THOUGHT I'D JUST ACCEPT THAT BULLSHIT EXPLANATION THAT IT WAS HANK'S CREW THAT POISONED DEVIN?! HOW FUCKING STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM?!" Fenrir stood up, and began kicking Loki in the stomach, the blows forcing more blood out from the beaten man's mouth. "YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN'T FIND OUT IT WAS YOU?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Fenrir reached down, and grabbed Loki by the throat, blood starting to pour out from where he had grabbed the man. "Rot." The furious man yanked back, ripping half of the flesh off of Loki's neck. The man stared with wide eyes as he quickly bled out. Fenrir glared at the dying man for a few seconds before letting out a shaky sigh.

Hank stood there, not really sure if he should say anything to the seething man just yet. The psycho glanced to Sanford, who seemed to be just as unsure as he was. The shirtless man questioningly pointed his thumb over his shoulder. Hank nodded, and the pair quietly made their way out of the room. Sanford let out a small cough. "Well, that got a bit intense there."

Hank nodded. "Yeah." Devin. The dead kid. Fenrir's dead kid. Why the fuck did Doc need his name? It was a strange question, and it felt like it was going to be a long talk that Hank and Doc would need to have in person. "Maybe we shou-"

Hank's suggestion was cut off by another roar from Fenrir, clearly herd even from the next room. "NOOOOOOOO! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I'LL FUCKING FIND YOU, AND ALL THE OTHER SHITS YOU MADE TO BE YOU! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!"

Hank rushed back into the room, wondering what the hell could have set Fenrir off again. He saw the man stomping at Loki's dead body, clutching a watch in his hand. "What?! What the fuck is wrong?!"

Fenrir turned, snarling. "This piece of shit isn't Loki!"

The psycho blinked, not quite understanding. "What?"

Fenrir crouched down, grabbing at the wrist that Loki had strapped the watch to. Hank stepped closer, looking at the indented flesh. There, clear as day, was a number branded into the flesh. The number four. Hank's eyes widened. "Wait, this was a setup?!"

Fenrir growled, and slammed his fist straight through the dead body's skull. "Maybe. Probably!" Fenrir rubbed at his face, uncaring that he was smearing it with blood.

Hank's mind was going a mile a second, before it screeched to a halt, settling on one person. "Rye."

The other man looked at Hank in confusion. "What?"

Hank didn't elaborate, instead turning on his heel and beginning to haul his ass through the facility. Rye's all alone. It was a thought that the man didn't know could case more fear than Tricky's demon skull form. Feeling his breathing quicken, the psycho needed to get to the bar as fast as he could.

Rye blew a raspberry, somewhat bored. After an okay breakfast with Hank, the woman had gotten ready for another day of work. So far it was just another day, nothing interesting happening, no new customers that caught her interest. Just another day. Hearing the door open, the bartender was surprised to see a woman. Usually she served a bunch of guys just wanting a drink for various reasons. Waving, Rye greeted the newcomer, "Hey there! Kinda rare to see another woman around these parts."

The woman wore shorts and a tank top, both in nauseatingly bright pink. From one shoulder to the other was a tattoo of a little cartoony snake, staring blankly. The woman returned Rye's wave. "Hey. Yeah, kinda just passing through, and I remembered that my brother told me about a nice bar in the area. He mentioned it had good drinks and nice service."

Rye smiled. "Well, here's hoping I live up to expectations. So, what can I get ya?"

The woman let out a hum. "You know a Water Moccasin?"

Rye grinned. "Yeah, I can whip it up real quick." As she began mixing the drink, the bartender decided to strike up a conversation. "I didn't get your name. I'm Rye."

The woman smiled. "Oh, all my friends call me Jodi. Not sure how long I'll be around, kinda just here cause of my job for right now."

"Yeah, so what do you do for work?"

Jodi giggled. "I can't really talk about it. Kinda has to be hush-hush. Although I might be able to let you in on a little secret real quick."

"And what's that?" Rye questioned as she finished the drink, handing it to Jodi.

Jodi ran a finger around the rim of the glass, and gave the bartender an apologetic smile. "My family's going to kill your friends real soon."

Rye blinked, suddenly feeling very unsafe. "Huh?"

Jodi knocked back her drink, and tilted her head to the side. "Yeah. Sorry you had to find out like this, but my bro's kinda on thin ice, and he's been here real recently. I'm sure you understand." With that, Jodi reached behind her back, and pulled out a karambit knife, her arm lunging forward to place the blade against the bartender's neck. "I'm sure you're really nice, but I have orders from Dad."

Rye gulped, and glanced over to the MP5. Chances were that she'd end up dead, but considering the alternative, it was likely better to go out fighting. The bartender smiled sweetly, and responded. "Sorry, no crazy bitches allowed in the bar. Boss's words."