H.U.N.K.〰️Connor O'Malley

"🆃🅷🅸🆂 🅸🆂 🆆🅰🆁." ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ʀᴘ. ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ. ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴜɴɪᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ, ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ. 💚➕ 🔄

He's in the training room tonight. His injuries have him slower tonight than usual.

He's soaking wet as he parks his bike in the compound lot. His first stop, as usual, is the medical bay.

The things I need him to do to me...

No. He's not letting him get hurt, too.

About a dozen Connections agents.

His bike hummed up the road to the compound, coming to a stop. HUNK stumbled off and made it two steps before collapsing in a puddle of blood. Lenore screeched in alarm above him.

Happy St. Patrick's Day. He's WASTED.

This is a weird place.

He's checking in with @RogueOfBullets.

//Can we discuss HUNK just TANKING THIS SHOT

"I was sent to kill you." HUNK raised his eyebrow. "Well, not exactly that but..." He shrugged, tossing his mask on a table. He hadn't even gotten out of half of his gear yet. He'd made three stops before returning to the compounds safety. "I'm glad you made it, too."

C'mon. He was headed that way anyway.

Yeah. It was. And HUNK has had some pretty weird days. Want a beer? Some whiskey?

Awkwardly avoiding Leon around the compound now.

//HELLO SEEING MY BOY AFTER YEARS EVEN IF IT ISN'T CONFIRMED I KNOW THAT'S HIM

He'd like to offer his presence on the ship for Albert.

He'll be back.

He'll get two pairs of orchid mantis and expect it quadrupled.

A mantis? Easy.