[hr][center][h1][color=f26522]Walt Grismer[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr]Location: Aurora, Colorado
Interacting: Omen Agent [@Morose][hr][hr][/center]

	Norse Gods? That was definitely not what he was expecting, the Norse were not the kind to get really heavily involved in the affairs of mortals, and if one was on earth now, depending on which one it was, this was going to be truly catastrophic. Walt had been an odd duck in the way that he still worshiped the old Germanic Gods, it only ever slowed him when dealing with them personally, he couldn't imagine killing off a Norse God, but he was one of few hunters that wouldn't and if they were being chased by OMEN then he needed to be there to try and keep them from dying. As the suit put away his phone, he told him that they had another issue, but he would still be needed.

[color=f26522]"Alright, alright, look, I am gonna help you, but I need a couple things, my truck needs to come too, so if we are flying then it does too, I also want in on the Norse god case you mentioned, if there is a way to let that sit on the back burner long enough to let me help I'd appreciate it."[/color] Walt took a long sip on the glass of whiskey, [color=f26522]"Oh, and if I am gonna work for the big wigs, let's see if someone can get me a Grigori Sword."[/color] Walt grinned, this request was only half in jest, but if there was ever a chance to get one of those damned things this was it.