[center][b][color=E77C12]Grant Finley: AKA The Hammer[/color][/b][/center]
His eyes widened. [i]Was she serious! A gateway to Hell![/i] Grant had already been through a manmade hell with the marines. But the real thing coming here, this was going to be something entirely different. He followed her through the doors and halls to her office where'd they'd first met that morning. Hopefully there wasn't another mission to go on, it was getting late. The day's excitement had him worn and the jet lag of flying in this morning was starting to kick in. The sun may have been set only recently, but his body said it was 4 a.m.

"If there are attacks here at the HQ. Are we all there is to defend it? Are there others with powers other than I've met? Maybe we should rally tomorrow. Get a headcount of who's who and plan our powers accordingly."

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