Artemis scanned the area before her, her white and gold armor cloaked by the melting snow as rain continued to fall lifelessly to the ground. She wore the crest of Alpha Lupi proudly, the strength of the pack billowing behind her as a gust had picked up. She was a huntress for hire, not particularly caring who paid, as long as they did, and handsomely. A private group sought her out specifically, knowing how successful and how well the woman was at her title. The huntress stood atop cliffs that overlooked a graveyard of pre golden aged aircraft, her keen eyes landing on a figure. She titled her head quizically, her heads up display zooming in on the private groups quarry. [i]odd[/i]