Grant was standing in a huge darkened warehouse with his arms crossed against his chest while he leaned against a wall, smoking a cigarette. He was talking with his fellow soldiers when he saw you rush into the warehouse with two bags slung over your shoulders. You were panting and huffing like a dog. “Nice to see you finally decided to arrive.” Grant replied sarcastically, eyeing you up and down. “Do you have the weapons that I asked for?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall.