[i]Wolf opens it, Wilson approaches the man, his Browning level with Phaedrus. In his power armor, he matched the man in size, cutting an imposing figure as well. Walking around him, Wilson laughed to himself.[/i] You're hunting him down? You? I'm sorry I can't... [i]Wolf shot him a look abruptly and angrily, but he paid no heed to it.[/i] Just what the -blam!- brought you all the way out here for his blood? Ain't you supposed to be the new Empire? Personal grudge got you by the balls, or did he just rub you the wrong way?