[i]"I've only heard two names in entirety. Wolfe is the only one. Not sure who your father is to be honest... Unless you want me to know about your other nicknames?"[/i] [b]He questioned, his body language unwavering. For the untrained, his humor would be lost... Heavy sarcasm, so intense that most missed it. Not that they could be blamed... He wasn't ever out to amuse people... Just himself./b] [i]"But... Enough of the stupid shit... I'll do this one right. Name is Judge... Or Damien... Whatever you prefer. Now, here's the part where you give me a name before I call you Blue for the rest of your life..."[/i] [b]Damien wasn't intentionally a rude person, more like... Blunt and uncaring. He had little to no social skills and never tried to learn...[/b]

[i]Wolfe could sense the sarcasm, the man before him spoke like some of the government operators he had dealt with. There was nothing new about this to him, and he simply played the game as they did.[/i] What you heard is what you need to know. Wolfe is the only one that is of importance.

[i]"If you say so..."[/i] [b]The man looks up for a brief moment, like the weird thing that he was, before looking down the road Wolfe was coming from.[/b] [i]"So... You are heading where? Lemme just say... Target practice here is shit... Better just go hunting... But something tells me... Not target practice."[/i]

Needed some time alone. [i]The reply was terse.[/i]

[i]"Oh... Right. Uhh. Well, in that case if you catch me around, feel free to ask for a drink. I'll buy."[/i] [b]Damien chuckled slightly, his helmet lights stuttering as his chest rippled with the movements. The nano fibers and gel padding made for excellent second skin combat ware, giving him complete movement...[/b] [i]"Well, I'll leave you to it. Good luck with alone time."[/i] [b]With a mock salute, and slight stretch, Damien sat back down, eventually just tipping over to resume staring at the sky... Cause... He could.[/b]