[h1][center][color=ed1c24][b]Deon Erickson[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

New York City. It's said that if you can make it here you can make it anywhere. The way Deon sees it, if the people who made it here don't make it, then no one else really stands a chance no do they? But that was not Deon's reason for entering the large city tonight. Tonight, he was preparing some connections that could help him start tipping dominoes. 

The 6'6" former warlord entered a club know simply as Night Angel. Wearing his trench coat and combat boots, he has a look like he'd be ready for anything. Tonight though, he only needed to be ready for one thing. Mister Jones. Deon would rarely give any credit to humans, but he had to admit, the Empire that this one had built was impressive. Specially for such a young age. But the connections he held would same Erickson a lot of effort. So he could keep working on other matters. 

Something Erickson noticed relatively fast was the smell. He could smell the verity of humans, vampires, wolves. It seemed like everyone was here. This helped Deon believe that this mortal could be of assistance. Though he would have preferred to meet in any place other then a night club. He hated staying in populated areas. And he didn't like clubs in general. He would pick a local bar any day if he ever decided to go out. Which he rarely did other then for work.

Arriving outside Mister Jones's office. Maybe it was a suite behind that door. Either way, this is where he was going to meet him. Deon walked up to one of the security guards outside the doors. "[color=ed1c24]I'd prefer not to start things, but I am on a time table here. If you could tell your boss that Deon Erickson is outside waiting for him, that would be great.[/color]" The guard simply shrugged him off and asked him to leave the area. "[color=ed1c24]Okay you![/color]" He pointed to another guard as he placed his hand on the first one. The moment his hand made contact the first guard fell over in a panic. He lay there on the floor traumatized by the images planted into his head. "[color=ed1c24]If you could tell your boss Deon Erickson is waiting outside for him, that would be great.[/color]" He said in his calm tone again. The security guard nodded and went to fetch his boss.