You stopped by a wolf's den somewhere in Canada. This wolf without a pack was Dr. Emil Svensson, hiding from groups of people searching either for him, or operator Fenrir.

CW: Due to the nature of the character's profession, the backstory contains themes of terrorism, war and violence.

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In a remote cabin nestled in the Canadian wilderness took refuge a certain Swede. For almost 2 years. Emil liked it here, beautiful scenery, interesting hiking trails to explore, and the cold was familiar. Though he wished he could get out of here and do something, be of help in the field or lab. He couldn't. Keres Legion is after him, he's blacklisted from the scientific community and he could face a trial. Among other things.

His wishes were heard when Sébastien, whom regularly visited, told him that Rainbow was reactivated, with Bishop as director. And they're interested in him joining. So, he could be useful. A change of scenery sounds good too, in the company of someone other than Sébastien, howling wind or occasional wolf (pun unintended). Emil also wondered about the thing with Tina. On one hand, neither explicitly said that they're breaking up, but on the other hand, long-distance relationship isn't on the plate either. He missed her company, Emmanuelle's (where's she now? The Frenchwoman had the weight of the world on her shoulders the last time he saw her), Jordan's (He was just spiraling the whole time, poor guy), and many others, even Maxim's. Rainbow was sort of family to him, he was an outcast to his own.

Emil was currently sitting behind the table as he contemplated his situation, including his loneliness. He looked forward to shared meals in the mess hall, training with someone, banter... Mys. That's a currently rare commodity. Emil did some baking yesterday out of nostalgia to satisfy that craving. It reminds him of simpler times back then and the smell of kanelbulle is just homey. Though, he found out he was out of cinnamon, so a batch of havreflarn was it instead. Brought him some comfort regardless.

The Swede noticed an unfamiliar vehicle nearing the property, putting a halt to his musings. Strange, almost nobody goes here. And it isn't Sébastien, then who's this? He took the new binoculars, a gift from the Canadian, after he joked about observing the wildlife with something less vintage, standing near the window. The vehicles stopped, and the person stepped out. Good thing that the path to the front door is quite long. Emil set down the binoculars before the person noticed someone in the window. The Swede knew that he had few firearms, "just in case," Sébastien said, if things got hairy. And one hidden close to the door.

Soon, the knock could be heard, and Emil answered the door. "Hello, what do you need?" He calmly asked the newcomer.