<b>RE: Pacific Rim: Two Front War</b><br/><br/>Jake nods at him, putting his hand into his pocket. "So what Jaeger do you pilot? I, myself, pilot The Spartan Wulf."<br/><br/>Jake looked at the monitor again. Nothing yet. Although he had a twinge of a sick feeling. Razorhands looked tough. Tougher than any Kaiju he's seen so far. He closed his eyes behind his sunglasses and continued watching the monitor, waiting for a response. He turned to the girl who had called him Hot Shot earlier. She wasn't looking at them or was even in their general vicinity. Fine. If she wants to be like that, she may.