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

Some debrief! Grant had never felt more out of place. He'd known there would be others here with powers like his, but he'd still jumped at the sudden appearance and disappearance of a teleporting girl. A key, a commlink, and orders. Maybe it was like the military and he didn't feel so out of place after all.

Grant followed out after Kain's cold shoulder and inspected the commlink in his hand. It was sleek and grey and looped to fit over his ear. It buzzed in clearly as he entered room 7, "Shotgun." Things were already moving quickly, Grant had little time to inspect his new quarters. Though he took notice there was one bunk and it was a rather large size. This was comfort he wasn't used to. The marines had him holed up 4 men to a tent in the deserts of the middle east. The 18 hour plane ride back was luxurious. This was going to be something he truly appreciated.

[i]Thud. Zip.[/i] His green army duffel bag landed on the bed and was opened to all Grant owned in the world. Fatigues. Boots. Clean underwear. White t's and jean pants from the country, matching much like what he was wearing now. And under it all, tucked away at the bottom, a book: Introduction to Algebra. It was worn and feathered on every page from tired reading and re-reading. For a book, it took a lot of frustrated lumps it didn't deserve. It was quickly shoved under the mattress, bending another corner on its poor back cover.

Grant was out in the hallway in time to follow Tia out toward the garage. He saw Kain again by a black SUV, it's engine was already going, started by some support staff not to be seen anymore. The team was described to Grant as emergency response when things got [b]real[/b] hairy. He wondered if it meant the cars had sirens and lights too. Regardless he would be quickly jumping into the side at a moments notice.

"Dressel, isn't it?" He said with a muted friendliness, as a complete stranger would. A thick silence seemed to impregnate their blossoming indifference. "You seem...," he hesitated about what to say that would come across as an attempt for comradery, "tough," nodding to the helpless Eddie being rescued from the flagpole. "Be sure to let me know which car is yours," he joked.

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