<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Abigail &amp; Casey <br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">- Collab WildSpawn and Shadow Lady -</span></span></div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">At the sight of Abigail, the man accidentally dropped his pen on the dusty floor and for a moment he leaned over to pick it up as he greeted her arrival. He lowered the volume on his radio and smiled, speaking in his usual southern accent. <span style="font-style: italic">"Lookin' good today!? Were you out with your mother again?"</span> Their encounter outside of work hours was usually brief, and their relationship was nothing he would classify as besties material yet, but Abigail trusted Casey with some information concerning the events that had happened in her life regarding <span style="font-style: italic">the</span> husband. To be trusted was a greater compliment than being loved, they say. It created a certain good-natured work relationship between the two but one they never took outside of work environment.<br/><br/>Like two peas in a pod, they worked together greatly.<br/><br/>Abigail showed one of those smiles. A smile that could be translated with the words 'I feel horrible every time I meet her'. Her words, spoken quietly, didn't translate her thoughts, though. "Thanks. Have to look presentable to meet mom, after all". <span style="font-style: italic">And make her think my life is not absolutely horrible right now</span>. She looked around for a few seconds. It was a little depressing to think that place was her home now, but she tried to cheer up. Better than the alternative, after all.<br/><br/>Turning her attention to Casey, she smiled again, a little more sincerely. Casey was a nice guy, she had to admit. There was much they didn't know about each other yet. But at least, things seemed to be on their way to a good relationship in general.<br/><br/>The new presence made Abigail turn to see who was coming. She smiled at the man and nodded. "Detective Mancuso". She didn't feel comfortable calling the man Lou. Actually, Abigail was probably too formal for her own good. Even to call Casey by his first name, she still needed a moment's reflection.<br/><br/>Casey rose from his seat and put his hands inside his front pockets. He moved around to get nearer to Abigail, at the same time pondering getting another fresh cup of coffee when a new presence inhabited the warehouse. <span style="font-style: italic">"Detective Mancuso!"</span> He exclaimed, enthusiastically. While others preferred to call the man Lou, Casey favored the use of the formal way to address the man. Detective Mancuso was one of the very few men Casey found himself looking up to and often he enjoyed simply sitting at his desk and listening to tales of war from the cop while waiting on a new event to hit the fan. Lou's arrival was soon followed by an intruder. Mr. Silverman never mentioned the recruitment of a new detective. He shot a discreet glance at his comrades.<br/><br/>Abigail was just in the process of starting to say something when someone else arrived. A stranger, right there in the warehouse. An irrational thought ran through Abigail's mind. Was he a friend of Steven's? Feeling her palms suddenly sweaty, she made the opposite motion as Casey. As the man moved forward, she moved back, as far away from the stranger as she could possibly stand. Well, if he wanted to get to her, there were two men on the way, right...?<br/><br/>Casey faced the young man and flashed a grin, inconspicuous, keeping up a disguise of being nothing but a real-estate agent. While he could have shown some sign of hostility, he acted unconcerned. No one knew of the warehouse and what purpose it served, so how did this person get to them? As the new comer asked them if they were the Groundhog, Casey erupted from behind Abigail's desk and he raised a quizzical eyebrow. He was not one to snap at the slightest provocation, but he sure as hell disliked unwelcome strangers. He attempted to lead away from the question, not until he finds out who this person or enemy was. He was extremely protective over his privacy and cherished his anonymity. He was not sure about others.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm afraid you're mistaken. This building's for sale, unless you are the person we're expecting? Mister Moore, correct?"</span> Was that an anxious widening of the eyes he noticed on the other? Just as he asked his question, their disgraced Doctor - a valuable member of the group and one who was recruited to provide medical services and knowledge to the Groundhog, entered the room.<br/><br/>Casey's words made Abigail hope that if the man was some random stranger, he would just turn on his heels and leave. Cassian's arrival made the girl a little more nervous. <span style="font-style: italic">Couldn't the man just leave?</span> He seemed like a strange fellow, and why did he know who they were? A set of heavy footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs, and not too long after, the well known figure they all knew simply as Silverman appeared on the upper part of the warehouse.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Ah. Seems like we have everyone here. I hope you are all hungry"</span>, the man said, almost casually.</div>