[i] The Dojo bustled with curious figures dressed in all sorts of armor and clothing from every corner of the world. Knights, samurai, soldiers, the like. The man leaning against the brick building smoking a cigarette wouldn't be anyone special to anyone else, but to Jackson, it was the same guy who'd attempted to kill him only a day prior. Desmond Galloway, as Riley had informed him, was well built. Not exactly muscular, but more lean and only about 5'10, with slight muscle. He was in good shape, but he didn't look like a gym rat. If Jackson had a keen eye, Desmond carried himself like Riley. Like an assassin. His hair was short on the sides and swept back on top, and a hint of a beard was growing on his chin. https://imgur.com/a/q14oL A rifle sat beside him, a .408 Chay-Tac M200 Intervention sniper rifle, painted gunmetal grey. That, and the white handled Bowie knife on his thigh, along with an M45 handgun on his hip were the only weapons in sight. The only other notable thing was a solid black ring on his left hand, a ruby set into the metal. He was dressed simply in a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans, the see through shirt making several tattoos visible on his chest and stomach. What they were, Wolfe couldn't make out. Desmond didn't seem to notice Wolfe, but that didn't mean much in the Dojo. [/i]