Grimm slowly trudged up the long walkway leading to Montag Manor. "Big." he thought. He happened to catch sight of a familiar crest that he'd seen a few times and a bit of recognition seemed to dawn on him. "Montag. Figures. He's got his sticky fingers in everything."
Grimm headed on up to the doorway.
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Inside
Ozzy Baxter slowly trudged back down the stairs and again entered the kitchen where Icarus and Victor had resumed their game.
"Still no luck with Adem?" Icarus asked, turning as Baxter entered begrudgingly.
"No. It's been hours and even the simplest of words and letters don't come out right. It's like he doesn't want to know how to say them." Ozzy plopped down onto a stool and glanced up at the two.
"But you guys seem to be coping."
Icarus Sidewinder frowned enigmatically as his head filled with new sensory input.
"What's wrong, Icky?" Baxter asked.
"Someone's at the door." He said a little worriedly.
The group rushed towards the front door, Reilly following as best he could.
They found Grimm, already inside, muttering to himself. "You'd think a big thief turned security expert would keep his home locked up. . .Baxter?!"
Ozzy stopped short, recognizing the newcomer, but not quite being able to place him. Sidewinder and Reilly soon followed, as did Lykopis from another side. "I saw someone walking up to the house. .." She began.
Grimm looked them all over briefly.
Ozzy. "Still doing the metal thing, I see.
Icarus. "Walking erector set."
Reilly. "Blind fury."
Lykopis. "Xena chick."
"Well, I gotta say, for once, it's nice to be the normal looking guy in the room." Grimm commented, plopping down into a plush chair in Montag's den.
"Who is this?" Reilly asked, briefly peeking into infra red again and seeing only a black silhouette.
Ozzy squinted and thought for a moment. "Grimm?"
"Right the first time, Baxter. No flies on you, I see." Grimm answered, leaning back with his arms folded behind his head and closing his eyes.
"What do you want here?" Ozzy asked again, finally beginning to recall something of this guy. But he didn't look. . .or act like this.
"Well, a shower would be nice. Also, something to drink, assuming Montag keeps anything decent in this dump. . .maybe a nap. . ."
"No, no, I mean, why are you here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Grimm leaned up a bit. "I'm here to lead the brand spanking new Vanguard!"
