[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]