(someone commented to Greg in his thread that Zancrow was yelling, so he WOULD come, so I am posting, but if it is not okay to do so, just let me know and I'll delete. Thank you.)

Greg followed the sound of his band mate's voice and he rapped, LOUDLY, on the window nearest it's source, from the outside. If it was above ground level, he was hovering.

"Hey, man, you going to let me in or leave me hanging?"

He had no clue anyone else was with Zancrow at the moment, as the shutters were closed up tight.