The communication buzzed in and out of complete static before Hemlocke appeared in the cockpit of his Werewolf, the dark loom of a dark matter cloud nipping at the corners of the reinforced glass on the edge of the screen. His long, dark brown wild hair fell over his shoulders, bangs covering the robotic eye on the left side of his face as the dark red glow pierced the hair. His still human eye gazing down at the comm with a dark gaze, the expression on his face neutral and emotionless. His face rested on his upturned right fist as he waited for the feed to completely establish itself in an area with such heavy radio interference. "Seems they picked up their patrols around the Manhattan defense grid. I'd like to apologize for not fighting till the bitter end, though I was fairly certain you'd make it out. You always do." Hemlocke shifted in such a way that his body looked unnaturally thin for a split second before sitting upright and staring down at the comm. "Since we've been flying together alot recently, I figured we should meet face to face, I owe you a few drinks for those maneuvers that saved my hull some interesting repair bills and a few million for the bounties I stole from you." With that, Hemlocke grinned at the comm. "So, how about it. You up for a drink on Fort McMurray? You should know where that is being a Hacker and all, it's far enough out of the way there shouldn't be unwanted disturbances."
Now now Hemlocke is this business or personal? You know I am a very busy woman, people to kill transports to rob. I suppose you do owe me for saving your ass a few times. It just so happens I am heading that way on business so I will meet you at Fort McMurray, Dont be late and dont waste my time.