Private Finished Alley Reunion

Brünhild was feeling rather refreshed after working out for a solid hour in the gym. She had just finished a shift, and was now free until tomorrow morning. She didn't really have any specific plans. Her investigation was at a dead end, which ws frustrating her. There were so many shifters on the island, and more than half had scars on their back. Finding her target was proving to be extremely hard, and the predator inside Brünhild was getting anxious.
Brünhild sighed slightly and adjusted the bag on her shoulder. Guess she would tackle her notes when she got home.

Brünhild made her way through the city district with many restaurants and cafes and such. She wasn't really tempted to enter any of them despite the scents that floated in the air. Rather, all the smells made her head hurt slightly and Brünhild moved to walk on the side of the road, away from the crowd at the middle. The last thing she needed was chatter in her ears.
As she passed an alley Brünhild heard some clattering and glanced over. She saw a cat in the shadows, a black cat with beautiful amber eyes. Brünhild froze, and outside her will her legs took her towards the cat. Brünhild adored animals, especially felines. But they didn't like her, perhaps because they could sense she was a superior predator. That was proven when Brünhild leaned down and petted the cat on its back. It turned to look at her, snarled and hissed and swiped its claws at Brünhild. She would've been able to dodge with ease, but Brünhild wanted to pet the cat as long as possible and thus she took the hit. Her hand received decently deep claw gashes, but Brünhild didn't react. The cat ran away, and Brünhild stood up from the squat she had been in. She turned to exit the alley, hissing a bit at the stinging from her wound. It was bleeding a fair amount.

Brünhild recognized his scent before he spoke, and lifted her eyes from her hand to look at Helmut. She had heard from Rene that Helmut was on the island, but Brünhild hadn't had time to search him out due to being busy at work.
Helmut didn't look any different from when they had last seen each other, and on his lips Brünhild saw the ever familiar soft smile. Brünhild answered the smile with her own, much smaller one. But it was packed with joy that was reflected on her eyes as well.
"You assume right. I tend to be unlucky when it comes to cats. It's nice to see you too, Helmut."
Keeping her wounded hand elevated Brünhild approached Helmut, preparing to go for a hug, but stopped herself when she realized her hand was still bleeding. She didn't want to get any blood smeared on Helmut, so Brünhild put out her clean hand for a handshake. It really had been a long time...

"Logical as always."
Brünhild chuckled. She couldn't say she was surprised when Helmut didn't let go and instead lead her by the hand to a coffee shop right next to them. Although Brünhild usually didn't enjoy much physical contact with Helmut she was accustomed to it. So she let him lead her to a table near the back in the corner. Out of habit Brünhild sat facing the door, so she could see all that entered, exited and were inside. Although she did try to generally concentrate on Helmut in front of her. The man tapping on his computer occasionally distracted her but not enough to be irritating.

"Yes, the world is frighteningly small. Rene contacted me about it as well, that you were here. It was my intention to try and track you down one of these days. But seems you found me first."
Brünhild smiled slightly and put out her hand, that was still bleeding.
"This isn't the first time you've treated my injuries, and I certainly hope it will be the last. Although I will probably get scratched in the future as well."

Brünhild's upper lip twitched a bit when Helmut started cleaning away the blood, it stung more than she had expected. But she didn't react in any other way and leaned on the table a bit while she watched Helmut clean her wound.
"I like to think that whoever sees the other first is the finder. And, once again, you saw me first."
Brünhild said and looked at Helmut briefly, referring to their meeting in the 1970s. Back then he had also found Brünhild first.
"But I do not mind, the most important thing is that we found each other in the first place."

"That's kind of you. But I shall start from avoiding getting hurt, I would hate to inconvenience."
Brünhild chuckled a bit as Helmut put a medicated patch on her wound and wrapped her hand in bandages. She squeezed her hand into a fist and opened it again.
"Fine bandage work as always. Thank you."
Brünhild nodded a bit and pulled her hand back. She leaned on the table with both her elbows, her back straight.
"I have been here for a couple of months. I came looking for work, the Narrow Reality has few places where I can make full use of my physical capabilities. I work at Blackthorne, a private security company."
Brünhild lied about her true reason as to why she was on the island, or at least partly. She was here on a job, and she would leave when it was done. When it was all done.
"And how about you?"

Brünhild wasn't really a person to romanticize, she just said it like it was in her head. Though she wasn't naive, she realized what being the only female in a larger group of males could mean. Her DNA was embedded with multiple predator genes, after all. But Brünhild tried to avoid thinking like that about their group, they had too much history behind them, too much age and experience to start tangling themselves in a web of emotions or sexual tension.
Well, suppose it was too late for that with Helmut.
"You know me, I don't romanticize. I won't stop you from doing so, I understand the need for entertainment."
Brünhild chuckled and smiled slightly, in a casual manner.

"From what I hear Zachary has been on the island for 40 years. But don't be disappointed in yourself, we were all trained to avoid detection."
Brünhild's tone was neutral and friendly but there was a small teasing glint in her eye. She only did this kind of lighthearted teasing with Helmut and the rest of her former squad.

Helmut talked a lot and Brünhild liked that side about him. She wasn't the most talkative person so listening to someone else talk made her feel at ease. Even now she listened to Helmut intently and nodded here and there. So he had been here for 20 years. That was a long time.
"Having an active lifestyle really isn't an option for me, but I enjoy it. I also enjoy my workplace, I have many friendly co-workers."
Especially Brünhild's co-worker Geo had proved to be a good friend for her.
"Being a scout suits you, just like being a counselor suits Rene. I never really found a calling that suited me, but I am happy for you two."
Well, if assassinating her enemies didn't count as a calling. Brünhild seemed to only be suited for killing.