07-03-2019, 01:56 PM
Hemlocke had been touched down on Fort McMurray for a few minutes, it had been 12 since he had sent that communication. Leaned against his werewolf, his dead gaze focused on one of the curved blades he was so fond of, flipping it up and letting it fall back to his hand where he caught the blade, waiting patiently for Irma. Knowing the woman to hold herself in high regard and was never late without good reason, he expected her arrival shortly. Looking out at the sun of Alberta filtered through the many chunks of black rock that the Fort had been well hidden inside, it was an odd spectacle of black and white in such a colorful system with a deep violet and teal background of the Cold Lake Nebula looming in the distance. Hemlocke could understand why some would find the universe so alluring and mysterious, he simply wasn't one of those people who cared enough to take it all in and explore, the Hellhound was named such for a reason, his main interest was the rush of cold blooded murder. Although since the assassin had saved his ass a couple of times, he at the very least owed her a few rounds and payment for the gesture, she could have easily rolled by and left Hemlocke floating in space until some other rogues found him, like any other hacker would've. Why she risked her neck for someone regarded as lowly as a dog by most was confusing and vexing to him.