Meanwhile, Reilly, Phil, and Robo Squirrel were teleported outside the place where Grimm was supposed to be. It was an abandoned hangar near New England.

"Robot Squirrel suggests that we hurry so we don't get there too late to save our teammate," the robotic animal said, hovering ahead of the other two members as they approached the hangar. "Beep."

"The place is huge..." Reilly said. "It will take us a while to find your friend."

"Actually, it's almost completely empty so that wouldn't be a problem," Phil replied. "But we don't have to worry: I've already located Grimm."

"How... Right, telepathy," Reilly seemed slightly annoyed.

"Exactly. And, by the way, I'd stop that bullet before it got anywhere near my head, so I'd start thinking of other scenarios if I were you."

"Oh, I am. They're just coming too fast for you to notice."

"Robo Squirrel hates it when mom and dad fight. Beep."

"Hanging out with Jym didn't do you any good..." Phil commented, rolling his eyes.

The Vanguardians entered the hangar through a side door.

It took Victor and Phil's eyes a bit to adapt to the darkness. They heard Robo Squirrel's buzzing getting ahead of them. He obviously didn't have that problem.

"Grimm? The cavalry is here!" Phil exclaimed. Then he heard the Squirrel's buzz stop.

"There," Reilly said. He grabbed Phil's shoulder and showed him the center of the hangar, where Robo Squirrel, observed Grimm standing still next to a lamp that provided a faint light. He was free from any restraints, but he just stood there looking down and holding his axe with both hands. He looked... off.

As they approached Grimm, Reilly and Phil noticed the remains of a metal bed that lay behind him.

"That's what was holding you?" Phil asked.

"Yes," Grimm replied. "It took me a while to free myself. I just needed a little... motivation."

That's when Phil realized what was different with Grimm. There was a horrifying scar in the middle of his chest, a dark substance resembling blood pouring from it. The same dark substance stained the edge of his axe.

Grimm bent over and picked up a small piece of paper from the floor.



He looked at the paper in his palm for a second, then crushed it by forming a fist.

"I'm done catching my breath," he said in the most disturbing voice anyone in the room had ever heard. "Let's go get this motherfucker."