[center][b][color=E77C12]Grant Finley: AKA The Hammer[/color][/b][/center]

There was yelling around the corner of the open door. The suit leading Grant hesitated in the stark white hall. Grant's apprehension peaked. A high ranking security officer shaken by someone raising their voice? [i]What new bullshit has Uncle Sam thrown me into now?[/i] Grant thought to himself. The placard on the door read Tia Clark. Inside was some thin looking kid yelling about who knew what and a girl taking the brunt of the outburst. Grant assumed this was Tia, the other he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Tia was different. Strange looking. Not odd or disfigured. But different. Attractively different. Grant couldn't stop staring at her long green hair. Breathtaking.

His short break of nerves relaxed and Grant's lead cleared his throat,

"Ms. Clark. Dressel sir. Pardon the interruption, Grant Finley has arrived. He needs to be debriefed."

Grant stood at attention. Tia didn't look like any commanding officer he'd dealt with in the past, and this young kid certainly lacked an authority he was used to in the marines, but best to play it safe for now. He'd speak when spoken to.

[center][b][color=E77C12]Grant Finley: AKA The Hammer[/color][/b][/center]