Hale absolutely hated airtravel. 
With good reason; When a bus breaks down you have to walk, but a plane..
In fact. No sane person would board a plane with Hale if they knew him at all.
So as Magnus and lady Mo were on their little vacation trip to the old country, Hale was stuck at home.
Worst thing was, with Magnus out and no other strong psychs at the base, he couldn't go there either.
Not without putting his game station at risk. And Hale would sleep on the streets before he risked that.

So here he was, sitting on top of one of the taller buildings in Kilo Point.
Leggs dangling over the edge of the ledge, Hale stared out at the city and it's many lights.
While thoroughly enjoying a double cheese burger with extra bacon he wondered how other wolves could enshrew all this.
Humans were definetely [i]the shit.[/i]
Weak and pathetic often. But damn they made the best stuff.

Explosions echoed in the distance. Hale focussed his concentration on the SOLDIER camp in the distance.
Was something going down? 
Fluently Hale lowered himself off the ledge and on top of another building.
In the shadows on rooftops he ran over to the camp until he had a nice view.
Finding a comfortable seat on top of a chimney he looked at the carnage that was unfolding beyond the gates and fences.

The voice of Kami carried over the entire compound and Hale laughed silently to himself.
Humans are fantastic.
The street light in the street below him flickered, then died. Hale took the last bite of his burger.