#hal 01

Fibonacci. A ward full of shady dealings and even shadier individuals. Perfect for a red-clad mercenary to be finding work. As she walked, she eyed the streets warily. After all, no need to be jumped so early.

Coming across what she could only describe as a bloody walking computer isn’t the weirdest thing she’d seen. After all, the Corporation had weirder. Quietly, she approached, pocketing her weapons to appear more friendly.

It surprises her immensely, when the first emotion she feels upon laying eyes on Hal Emmerich of all people, is relief. Nevertheless, Sniper Wolf gives herself no time to dwell on that, instead, pushing back a piece of hair, and glancing about. How many other familiar faces are there going to be? It was almost disturbing to be witness to.

Wolf clears her throat nevertheless, pulling down the cloth acting as a rudimentary gas mask. “Doctor Emmerich.” She figures, he wouldn’t forget her voice. However, the clearing of her face may make processing that much easier.