It had only made sense for Clint to join in on the expedition. He was the head of the Beast division and knew how to handle creatures should anything be encountered. Even without the use of his wand, he was confident. He had a satchel of sorts slung across his back with a variety of items that could be of use in the event they needed them and a lantern in hand ready to be used in the dim fog darkness.

He was, however, not at all pleased with the group he'd been put into. It was a disaster waiting to happen, really, but he was determined to take charge. "We need to inspect every inch of the station," he said with a clear tone of authority, "I think we should get into small groups to go over everything we can within the station but stay inside of it."

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