We are golden

He was taken out the back into an alleyway where a black sedan with tinted windows had been parked for the,. An enormous man opened the backseat door and motioned Drew inside. Drew's hands were now free so getting inside wasn't an ordeal. They probably figured he wouldn't attempt anything with that giant around. And, for the time being, they were right. Attempting anything now seemed insane. The inside of the car was quite spacious. There were blue neon lights lined around the edges of the car's interior. The passenger-side front seat was pushed back as far as possible, making the configuration of the seats quite odd. The human-tank took that front passenger seat with the loud-mouthed rat-boy sitting next to Drew in the back. They were missing a driver. They sat in silence. Rat-boy was toying with his diamond pin and didn't seem to mind the wait. However the man in the front was growing more anxious by the minute. Just at the point where it looked like he would begin to rip the car apart using nothing but his enormous hands, the driver-side door opened and a slender man with thick rimmed glasses and well groomed, dark hair got in and tuned the key in the ignition, making the car let out a soft purr.
- Calm down, Strong. There is no rush.
"Strong" let out a deep grunt.
- The Boss-
- The Boss won't mind. Really. He's quite busy at the moment. She looked like a catch, the Boss will be in a good mood for quite some time, boys!
He said it with absolute carelessness, like the man next to him wasn't at all a threat, smirking at the tank's grumpy expression.
- It's high time we tried for a promotion.
He laughed a and floored the gas pedal, launching the car into the crowded street.

After driving for about an hour the car slowly came to a halt. The sound of churning gravel had had a kind of numbing effect on Drew. It took him a moment to register that they were no longer on the dirt road and were instead in the middle of a private airfield. He could see rows of jets on the runway and a few ATW's to the side by an empty hangar. The men started getting out of the car. The slender one laid back against the car, slowly lit a cigarette and began moving towards one of the jets while the rat-boy stretched himself and looked around in an appalled manner. Obviously, sun was not his element. The car door opened and Drew was pulled out of the car violently, falling to the ground.. The tank had seemed large while Drew was on his legs, but lying beneath him, when he could easily curb-stomp Drew out of existence, made him look humongous. Drew slowly got back up to his feet. The sun had come up a good 20 minutes ago and was now slightly burning his eyes.
- We're going to take a ride.
The man's voice was deep and hoarse, yet his speech was perfectly clear. Somehow it made Drew's skin crawl.
- Start moving.
The man showed Drew towards the jets.
- Oh shit... Not that again.
He had just went trough one 'rough' flight and another one was definitely not on his agenda.
He started walking forward, taking note of his surroundings. The rat was rather close, a taser loosely strapped to his side. That could very well be his way out of this situation. The tank being a few steps behind and not paying direct attention to him,  Drew took a few steps and then lunged shoulder first into the rat-boy's throat, knocking him down. Drew quickly pulled out the taser and, without hesitation  discharged it into the man's temple. He was out cold. Rolling off of his limp body Drew rushed to the closest ATW. To his relief, the keys were in the ignition. This place was probably secure enough, or far enough from civilization  for them to leave everything unattended.
- GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER!
The sound was horrible. It reminded Drew of a train rushing right at him. The tank had sounded scary before but this fierce shout that left his (or possibly - its) foam covered mouth made all the color drain from Drew's face. The veins on the tank's forehead were pulsing red as he ran, to Drew's surprise, not towards him but to a hangar in the back. The slender man had appeared from the jet and was running towards Drew, trying to get his gun out of its holster and nearly tripping. Drew turned the key and, as the ATW came to life, steered away from the man running at him. Rushing to an open gate, leading to the desert, he looked back to see the large man slowly walking out of the hangar. It took him a second to recognize the large, shining object in the tanks's hands. That was the biggest minigun Drew had ever seen. A quiet "fuck" slipped from his lips as the gun began to warm up with a sharp buzz. Then it began firing.

RRRRRRRRATATATATATATATATATATATA!!

The gun was heavy and the fact that it spit out god-knows-how-many bullets per minute didn't help, making it too much for even the tank to fully control as it sprayed a hail of bullets across the run way. The slender man yelled out as the bullets swept forward, destroying the remaining ATWs and ripping the rat-boy to pieces. The stream of bullets was now quickly moving towards Drew. Cursing, Drew pushed the gas pedal as far as it would go,dashing towards the dust filled desert.