[h1]Benjamin Lloyd[/h1]

"Got  it, Amy. Keep your ears sharp, I want to know if something's coming before it gets here." Ben answered calmly, flipping his tonfa in his hands once each out of habit. He couldn't hear anything himself, but he trusted his teammate's ears a lot more than he did his own. If she said something was thumping, then something was thumping. It might be a mechanical system that was still functional, or leaking fluids of some kind but in both cases then the noise would be constant. Constant and repetitive, at regular intervals. If it was being made by something living, at least as much as Grimm could be called 'living', it would [i]not[/i] be regular. Not once they were on the move, at the very least. "Is the sound regular or irregular? If it's regular and it becomes irregular, let me know [i]instantly[/i]. Whether you're certain or not."

"Jack, ask her what kind of Grimm we're dealing with. Even a partial list'll make this a lot easier." Bastille's leader moved easily back into his sentry point. Now that Luke and Amy were back, they could watch their cardinal points again. Still nothing was visible in his surroundings but he was more certain that something was out there with each passing moment. "Find out how many of the cameras she's got working, too. And where they're holed up. If we know where they are we can get to them, and maybe she can keep an eye on the path for us."