[i]Wolfe spun his head around rapidly. He had no idea who this individual was, and how the individual knew him, he wanted to know. Jackson Wolfe was young, just twenty-two, clean-shaven and without scars. Unlike most soldiers, he wore his hair longer, covering his ears, as he had always done since he was young. It was a dirty blonde, wavy, and like Jackson, it looked to currently be a product of little sleep. His eyes were a greyish-blue, and unlike his expression, they conveyed a world of hurt and a blend of fiery anger.[/i] "How the hell do you know what happened?"