What do you want? [i]he retorted, standing back up. Wolfe approached silently from around the other side of the aircraft, his helmet off and clipped to his waist. In his hand, he held the same revolver his father had used, the weapon in pristine condition. He said nothing, heading into the rear of the craft. As he passed, however, he glanced up at Kaleb, his face a near copy of his father's, the expression less cold, and more pained. And yet, he appeared relatively content.[/i]