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Years of tinker produced coolant runoff sure did wonders to a place. An arboreal tundra was one of several things you wouldn't expect to see underneath one of the worlds tallest tinker made super structures. Then again, you also wouldn't imagine there being a desert, lava field, temperate forest or giant ass mushroom jungles. God's this place was weird. Wildlife notwithstanding. Nora Had little to complain about truth be told. She was used to the cold anyway, it reminded her of home on a good day. A light snowfall had just started not too long ago. Fresh powder had already started to settle, covering tracks in pristine powder. Her helmet automatically cycled through lenses and filters to reduce the growing glare from the reflecting light.

The isolation was a bonus. With plentiful game and what could be considered an unexplored expanse, Nora really couldn't complain much about having to have relocate. The seemingly growing Templar presence was concerning though. On top of every settlement still buzzing from that damn Scream. Yeah, too much of a headache. The frigid Waste was fine by her. The woman had barely moved in the last couple of hours, a trained stillness from years of practice. Shifting about in a way that kept her suit from moving, a single eye flicked about her HUD, gauging wind speeds, time, external and internal temperatures. A secondary glance made her swear internally. The moisture collector was almost full from her sweat alone. It was about time to vent the suits heat. Not that there was much chance of anyone looking around for thermal signals in the middle of nowhere in the cold, but Nora was still alive from being too paranoid. Fuck now she wanted a shower. Now she was more irritated. Too top it all off, ID was late. Just a few minutes, but that was enough to be grating for the former soldier. 

As if on cue, Nora got the signal. [color=#7FFFD4][b]"Níðhöggr . . . Your late."[/b][/color]  
In one smooth motion MG had the suits heat vented and stood up. Snow instantly melted into a burst of steam . . . twenty feet away from the mouth of the cave, a looming figure strode out of the cloud and approached ID. Heavy spiked boots crunched against the ice and snow. Most people would be very concerned by the sudden appearance of a seven foot tall person decked out in armor and heavily reinforced clothing. Oh and armed to the teeth with LOTS of munitions. Most didn't Have said person as an operational partner. Even a few feet apart the shear temperature difference from the two whipped the air into a short lived flurry. 

[color=#7FFFD4][b]"Report."[/b][/color]  Nora's own voice was distorted and gravely through her vox. Granted, there were no hints of annoyance or anger in her tone even through the tech. But the curtness had an unmistakable edge to it.