[h1]Benjamin Lloyd[/h1]

"Out here, it's either our imagination or a Grimm." The comment was more curt than anything Ben usually said, but he wasn't exactly in a joking mood. Their mission was a hell of a lot more difficult than he expected, and after seeing the Grimm scans he wasn't taking any chances. He kept Artorius and Lawnslot at the ready, eyes panning slowly across the landscape outside the refinery. Everything was still. Without any sign of their new friend, the land was as still as the grave.

But that was more worrying. If a Grimm had seen them without attacking, then they were dealing with a smart variety. Would have been a whole lot nicer if it was just a pack of Beowolves. "Amy, keep your ears open."

"Is the terminal [i]off[/i] or [i]locked[/i], Jack?"