Warehouse 90

The man nods understandingly as he takes in the contents of the inventors room. He would never be able to endure similar living arrangements, the mess would become so overwhelming. This was not his first time dealing with strange and unusual craftsmen, however. Once inside, he'll offer a hand to shake from the comforts of the chair he'd claimed.

"Good. That's all I'm here for. Please, call me Marco. I see no reason why we shouldn't be cordial."

"You mention a vehicle? I've actually been in the market for a vehicle for some time. An assault vehicle. Military. I want it all."