[i]The optics of his helmet conveyed malicious and cold-blooded sociopathy, but beneath them, he was smiling, beaming at the behemoth that had slaughtered the mercenaries. Wilson wasn't one to hold back when he though something was cool, and the giant diver, well, it was on the levels of Lenny Kilmister cool. [/i] You just called that b*stard out of the ground? THAT'S F*CKIN' SICK! [i]He sounded absolutely ecstatic.[/i]