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From his spot leaning against the wall, Grant looked over the group in the room. And old guy, a dude missing an arm, an average looking woman, and a little girl. He wondered why some of them were here; the woman didn't appear to have a disability, and at first glance, neither did the older man. However, after staring at him for another second, Grant realized he stood with his weight shifted off of one side, implying he probably had an injured leg.

Grant kept sitting and listening until he mustered the strength to stand. He cracked his neck and finally spoke up to the group. "When they come, I can take point. No offense to the rest of ya', but I think I've got the upper hand in raw physicality." Grant said this because his impairment wasn't physical; it was in his mind. He was the tallest person there; if just by an inch or a few, and while he was hardly buff, he was pretty damn fit. Part of the reason he volunteered was because he almost felt like it was his responsibility to do so.