<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Cassian Gravewood</div></span></span><br/><br/>The message from Silverman had been with a letter from his family, on the floor in front of his door. Likely the man had had some contact or another put it through the mail slot- the man seemed to have contacts almost everywhere, afterall. The code was an amusing choice, given Cassian was fairly certain that most of the Groundhogs either didn't have mothers anymore. Or were on dubious ground with them. He memorized it, then held both over the kitchen sink as he held a lighter to both until they caught aflame. Once both were nothing more than ash, he rinsed the remains down the sink, before heading out.<br/><br/>Suit jacket slung over his shoulder and fedora shading his eyes, he took a taxi to a neighborhood near the warehouse district. He ignored the look the cabbie gave him as he paid and got out, and how he drove off faster than strictly neccesary. The heat made the rest of the walk there uncomfortable, particularly as it made the scent coming from the alley dumpsters more potent. He tugged his tie looser to combat the heat itself, getting some relief from the action. However, the walk was preferable to making it apparent that he was going to a warehouse that was supposed to be abandoned. After all, people tended to underestimate how much cabbies see and hear from his own experiences.<br/><br/>Inside the building, he halted inside the door for a moment, grimacing at the layer of grime that covered most of the main floor-  Cassian had no idea what kind of warehouse it had once been, but it seemed to produce a never ending layer of dust and grime that clung to furnishings and the floor like a skin. After the moment to mentally ready himself, he moved towards the stairs as quickly as he could without sending the dust all over the place. Up the stairs he halted for a second behind the stranger, noting the precense of the other three Groundhogs. After a moment of waiting to see if the man was aware he was there, Cassian sighed, stepping around the dark haired man and moving to his desk, to make sure everything was in place and free of dust.