The scrape of manufactured steel rubbing upon itself could be heard from the other side of the door, followed by the metallic thud of a dead bolt. It was only a fraction of a moment before the industrial door eased open a few inches to reveal half of a clean-shaven face. The man was obviously younger than Shin and yet a strange, weathered determination was clear upon his face. An obvious, almost paranoid glance either way as he stuck his head out from the confines of the warehouse before he eyed Shin up and down. "Mr. Fox. It was a confident statement rather than a question, showing that he clearly knew who Shin was.
"Mr. Grimm." He finally revealed his name. "An associate of Mr. Dust." An already gloved hand appeared as he pushed the door open the rest of the way and extended a greeting. In the front waistband of his jeans jutted the handle of a handgun, though he it was clear he had no intention of using it on Shin..
The greeting would be brief and followed by Mr. Grimm standing aside in order to allow Shin to pass. The interior hallways beyond the doorway was littered with the remains of old crates and cardboard boxes. A light at the end of the hallway opened up onto a warehouse floor. In the center was an old school chalkboard with an older man standing before it, hastily jotting something upon it. Beyond and near the loading dock of the warehouse were a pair of vans. One stood with its back doors open and another man arranging some items very methodically.