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Time flew by for Grant. Action deemed unecessary, rest seeming very inviting. Two full days, mostly filled with the sight and feel of a motel room and bed. The battle had been taxing on him, but he recuperated quickly, and more. The days passed quickly, and soon enough, his lethargic self was being escorted with others, through the crowd of paparazzi. Some of which were dealt with, physically. He merely kept his head down and boarded into the car. He immediately fell asleep.

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A sudden stop. His eyes blinked open heavily and he looked up. Then they widened, almost in awe, realizing where he was. Washington D.C. He always did want to travel a bit... The brief glint in his eyes faded, and lidded tiredly once more. He had to remember his position and situation. Sure, it was somewhere new. But only days before, he had been marching out to possible death for the same reason he was where he is.
 
The door opened and Grant pulled away from his scrolling thoughts. The most amount of traveling he would do normally was through his head. It was only a fact. He let himself be once again escorted out, and into a new vehicle. A sort of limousine. He cast his eyes around at the luxury of the inside of the car, but for only that moment before he slouched back in a seat, and kept his gaze far. The onslaught of his previous thoughts made him wish the next bed would come faster.
 
Eventually it did. Eventually. His far mind carried him through packs of people in a lobby, an elevator, and finally, the next place he’d be spending time in. A penthouse. He blinked again, a glint returning to his eyes as he looked on at the luxury of it all. He can only hope the beds were as comfortable as the whole place was set out to be.
 
The reality of the situation came back as the announcement started. The soldiers, the possible danger. Everything seemed a lot less comfortable. His head hung slightly once more as he listened on. After the guards had left, he made his move immediately to the only room he felt he would be staying. A bedroom. He couldn’t wait to get away from it all.