[center][b][color=E77C12]Grant Finley: AKA The Hammer[/color][/b][/center]

"Thanks for having my back tonight Kain," Grant mentioned again, feeling a better connection with his teammate than they'd had earlier this morning. "I need to find Tia and sort some things out." He departed and left. He'd meant what he said. He needed an explanation. He'd fought mutated humans in the war. Toward the end that seemed to be all his missions were targeting. But that, what had happened tonight, [u]on US soil[/u], that was an abomination. The experiments being done across the pond were no where near that caliber.

[i]Where did it come from? How did it get in the middle of downtown? Was this the first time?[/i] Grant was puzzled and in shock. Something, or someone created that monster, and Grant doubted it was an accident.

Room 7 pushed open. He'd retraced his steps back the way he'd come and entered his room with caution. [i]"Grant Eren Finley! You are tracking mud all over my clean floors! OUT! OUT! OUT!"[/i] Grant missed his mom and looked down at his boots. He was filthy and messing up his tidy new room. "Wow," Grant let out just now looking about. Even if he hadn't just defeated a 7 foot tall acidic ooze monster he'd feel like he needed a shower before stepping onto the plush beige carpet. The walls were painted a relaxed sandy brown and seemed to stretch far away from each other for a generous space before begrudgingly succumbing to meeting again. It wasn't bigger than his parents home back in Missouri, but you could call it more than a single persons room! The bed fit in a cornered off section of the room separated by half walls giving the rest of the open space its independence. The bathroom had a full tub and shower and full counter space for a wall length mirror and sink. This was no army base. This was a hotel that was almost too good not to be suspicious.

Grant looked at himself in the mirror. His curly brown hair was clumping with dirt and sweat. A car antennae must have ripped that hole in his shirt during the flee down to the bay. What a day. From plane ride to shower, Grant had experienced nearly every emotion he could handle. But relaxation was brief. He had to find answers, and he only knew Tia to have anything around here. He toweled off. Put on his jeans and stretched a white t shirt across his large shoulders and left the room.

He began exploring the compound. Kitchen. Elevators. A lounge. All just as nice looking as the room. Maze-ing backward and around, Grant had B lined his way to an indoor pool and spa. Not having seen anyone while wandering, he felt less rigid military and more country boy again. He let out an impressed whistle that echoed in the room. "Well I'll be.." A splash knocked him back to where he was. It was Tia swimming in the pool.

There was a mix of thought. So far Tia was the only commanding officer he knew. However, she also looked incredible in her bikini. This was a more informal meeting than Grant had had in mind. He decided it would still be best to follow authority. He stood at attention again. "Commander Tia. May I speak with you?"

[center][b][color=E77C12]Grant Finley: AKA The Hammer[/color][/b][/center]