Heisenberg huffed, flicking his cigar, watching as the ashes snowed down onto the desk. Another day under Dear Mother Miranda's thumb, another day wasted. He knew it didn't do him well to dwell on things he could barely recall at this point, but on slow days like this, it was hard not to fall back into the past.

Thankfully, the sound of a lycan just a little too close to the factory than usual got his attention. It was mid-day, what could they be doing here?!

He sat up, listening for a moment before he heard a frightened yell. The yell of a human.

"Now we're talking." He chuckled to himself, getting up. With the flick of his wrist, his hammer flew to his hand as he walked out of the factory, squinting his eyes as he looked around. There, a few feet past the bridge, was a lycan, one of the bigger ones, terrorizing a figure probably half it's size.

"HEY! You mutt, get!" Heisenberg yelled, lazily pointing to a metal pole. It raised in the air before darting forward, striking the earth just by the lycan's foot. The creature stumbled, looking at him, before deciding it wasn't worth it and scampering off.

As the older man chuckled in amusement, sauntering his way over to the new visitor, he flicked his hand again, pulling the pole out of the earth. As he took his time getting closer, he made the pole swing around, sweeping the newcomer off their feet and into the snow before pinning them there, the jagged edge of the pole floating just inches over their chest.

"You're not lookin' too bad after a run in with a lycan!" He commented, still amused, stopping just over them. He took their stunned silence as an opportunity to look them over, as if thinking about something.