*the following letter is left at the front gates, dropped off by a bat*

We Are Prepared To Receive You.

Syndrome.

*Lockwood recieves the letter crumbles it in his right hand and starts a bout of swearing concerning litter that nears but doesn't quite reached epic proportions. He makes to throw it in the trash and pauses*

*After a few moments, he looks down uncrumples the letter and brings it back to the watch house.*