Grimm watched as Fox casually wandered down the hall and onto the former work floor towards Dust and his blackboard. It was clear by his eyes that the man had a thought process he didn't like to reveal to others. Stopping to lean in the doorway at the end of the hall, he watched the man almost pompously take in the surroundings. Grimm couldn't tell if this man was trustworthy yet and hoped his faith in Dust's contacts and vetting abilities was well placed. Whether or not he liked or disliked one of the people summoned to this place didn't matter. As long as they were willing to become a part of the cause, he was certain Dust would sort out the rest.

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Turning upon hearing the whistle, Dust's face showed an entire lack of emotion as his eyes met Fox's. Removing an unlit cigar from his mouth and clearing his throat, he took a measured step toward the man. [i]"Tell me, Mr. Fox. Do you know any good jokes?[/i] The weathered man rolled a piece of chalk slowly in in between the fingers of his left hand as his voice echoed slightly throughout the warehouse. 

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