Franklin Brown
Wilson sat still his mind blank and his pupils fixated on the bigger man in front of him. It was obvious he was intimidated by this man's presence, but he fought hard to keep his cool.
"Franklin Brown, it's been a while now" Wilson began his gaze not wavering the slightest from their fixated point.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Franklin returned. The expression on his face one of disgust and discomfort.
Franklin's question was understandable, the man was unconscious when Wilson had met him, so it made sense that he would query his identity. "Wilson, Wilson Grey" Wilson introduced.
"And what do you want? I can tell you're an Advocate just from looking at you" Franklin stated his expression not dwindling a bit. The hate was clear on his face.