Prior to the meeting to discuss going to one of the Augustine headquarters, I was taken to a guy who makes weapons and gears for the Draugr Mafia.
"Hi, you must be Emmett," he smiled when Jackson and I walked in, with the others.
"Hi," I greeted him.
Joe had long blonde hair and hazel eyes with a dimpled smile. He was a buff guy, with big arms that he used to push himself around, in a wheelchair.
"This is...Jackson," I introduced Jackson.
"Nice to meet you," he eyed Jackson. "I feel like I've seen you before." He said eyeing Jackson. "Aren't you a businessman or something.
"I am," Jackson said nodding.
"Ah, I knew I've seen you somewhere. So, I've been told you need something from me," he turned to me.
Walking over to the table, I took a sit. "I need something that can help.
