"They're leaving," Damon said the next morning when Graeme came to meet him in his office.
"Eliade?" Graeme's eyebrows pinched together in a severe scowl.
Damon nodded.
"Are we sending anyone to keep an eye on them?" Graeme asked.
"Just one scout in case they decide to return. We'll probably keep one on rotation in the Grimm near Eliade for the foreseeable future," he responded, fixing Graeme with a glare that indicated how much he blamed him for the situation they had to deal with now. Damon crossed his thick arms, the cords of veins there becoming more visible.
"I approve," Graeme replied, his voice coming out deeper than usual as he glared back.
Damon was a large guy, but Graeme was larger, and the physical size of both men became apparent as they stared each other down—Graeme from his position standing in front of Damon's desk and Damon sitting behind it. Eventually Damon diverted his eyes to the window.
"You ran the perimeter yesterday?" he asked. "Find anything unusual?"
