F2F → GENDRIX
The night was still and quiet, but Hendrix payed it no mind, oblivious to the ominous feel to the air. She wanted this done and over with, knowing that this was suppose to be the first weekend in a while that she’d had to do as she pleased. Yet here she was, waiting on Gage in order to make a sweep through of Gilmore cemetery. “And he says I’m always late,” the huntress mumbled, stake spinning in her hand as her patience began to wear thin. Her head turned at the sound of oncoming footsteps, a smile forming on her lips at the familiar sight of the hunter. “About time. I was about to leave you behind.” She teased, tucking her stake into her waistband. Pushing herself away from her resting spot -- leaning against the cool metal of McKinley’s iron gate -- she closed the distance between them. “Mind telling me what you did to piss of Beiste? I mean, you had to have done something if we were stuck on Saturday patrol.” Her brow quirked expectantly, smile lingering on her lips.
