"Yeah yeah." [i] Damien waves a hand. He seemed to take his killing very seriously, but the fact that he'd failed didn't seem to bother him. Almost like he didn't care. Desmond glanced over Wolfe's form, taking in the details, his eyes lingering on the rifle behind him.[/i] "Let me guess, special ops? Some big wig government agents bitch?" [i] He says, a smirk crossing his lips once again. [/i]