Emmett Wilhelm

“It’s going to cost you,” he countered, enjoying this a little more than he should.

“Name your price and I’ll throw in extra if you wipe that smug look off your face.“ Emmett already knew the drill but Averill was enjoying this was too much. “I will settle for a discount if you keep it on but work fasters.“

“So you want my help, well I never,” 

“I need your help, yes, please.“ Emmett said slowly, trying not to grind his teeth. “Today or two hours ago would be fine.” 

“See it’s that kind of lack of work ethic that’s disappointing,” he joked while shaking his head.

“I would say I try but that would be a lie.“ Emmett returned Minsky’s joking banter in kind. 

“You wanting a Council seat gives me that impression.”

“Until I have a council seat, I’ll kindly refrain from showing y’all out and training the next best thing.“

“What gives you the impression I’m looking for a mentee?“

“You are way more involved than the liaison where I used to live,” she didn’t bother to hide the surprise in her voice. “I wouldn’t want to get in anyones way by staying with them. Besides I’d like my own place eventually so might as well do it now you know?”

“We’re all family here. You’ll learn soon enough. It makes our locals standout more,“ Emmett said, shrugging her comment off as nothing. “I understand. The heavies will be your best bet. They’ll found you whatever you need.“

“I need to find a house first,” she joked in reply, “Can’t have the hotel maids disturbing me,” 

"If you need a place to stay we have a lot of people with extra rooms or empty apartments," he offered. "As your liaison I can help with that. The heavies run real-estate here if you need to get in contact with someone."

“Oh honey how much time do you have?” She laughed  “Ronan has never proven himself to me. I can only respect someone if they show that same respect back.” 

“I can see that, no judgment here.“ Emmett laughed. 

“Most likely. I know Garrett is running for a seat but I know he’ll get it, Ronan will be sure of that.” 

“If I’m not stepping on any toes by asking... What’s with it with you two?“

Achilles pushed himself up off the ground and looked up at the man. He knew that face off of the board in GOLD’s hq, and held back the explitives. “It’s fine man, it happens. You look dressed up. I’m guessing you’ve got something big tonight?” He brushed the snow off of his legs.

Emmett blinked, not expecting their conversation to go that route. Maybe Kaylor was right and wearing suits did change people prospective. “Nah. I was picking up an order for my wife’s shop. She has a thing about having fresh flowers around and them making people happier.”

Tiggy landed hard in the snow, the bag she was carrying flying up and landing next to her head. “Merde!” she took a breath trying to reorientate herself. “Dude, are you made out of stone or something?” she asked as she started to push herself up. 

“Sorry! Let me help,“ Emmett shifted Lyla’s flowers in his hands and picked up the bag that landed next to her head. “How did you know? Forged from stone is my maiden name.“ He joked. 

Minsky ran a hand over his face, frustrated he let the mask slip. “Bad mood. We’re good Wilhelm. Bring them by tonight and I’ll make sure my mentees are there to greet them.”

“That wasn’t so hard.“ Emmett smiled. “I’ll get outta your hair... Waves?“ Emmett gestured to Minsky head before shaking his head and making a beeline towards the exit. “Later!“

Monty pulled the car to the side or the street and stared at him. “Why can’t I bring you to the warlocks? Aren’t you ruled by both?” Monty frowned and pulled out his phone to text Vincent. “25-40 isn’t exactly a narrow range.” He still wrote down the description and after a few minutes radioed in the APB. “It sounds like it’ll need to be a human shifter who can actually grab her. Do you have any guesses on her powers?”

“Are you saying all witches and warlock are the same? Doesn’t the academy teach you about speciesism?“ Emmett’s voice and facial features showed that he was offended but he couldn’t careless; he didn’t want to deal with Kudzai or Ronan; especially if she was what he thought she was. “I’m over 500 and I stop aging in my mid 20′s. Do I look like a 26 year old to you because I can’t tell age when it comes to people like me... Maybe 24 to 36 but 25-40 is more accurate.“ Emmett sighed.