Baxter Caldwell<br/>Front door to kitchen<br/>7:40<br/>Tagging: Cal, Irina, Olivia<br/><br/>The whole exchange happened so quickly that Baxter’s brain hadn’t fully processed what was happening until it already had. One moment he had been about to turn around to grab some jumper cables the next he had a gun in his face and was being forcefully pushed towards the kitchen.<br/><br/>Baxter was a pretty physically imposing young man, and not easily manhandled like that under normal circumstances but this whole situation was decidedly not normal so he didn’t put up much in the way of resistance until he had stumbled into the kitchen.<br/><br/>Straightening up he he sized up the intruder. The pistol in the mans hand certainly looked imposing but Baxter thought he might be able to take the guy in a rush. He tensed up ready to spring forward when the assailant mentioned an associate upstairs with Sam.<br/><br/>Baxter blinked, it might have been a bluff but for some reason he believed the black clad intruder. He though he might be able to take this one guy, but not without making noise and that would alert the mans accomplice and put Sam in danger. He wouldn’t risk that. Couldn’t even.<br/><br/>Raising  his hands slowly to shear height, he stepped between the gunman and his family, doing his best to shield them with his own body. “Look, you can lower the gun. Take what you want and just leave us alone. My wallet is on the bed upstairs and moms purse is by the front door. If you show me that Sam is ok I’ll even tell you what’s valuable around the house.” He knew his parents had insurance for things of this nature, though they had probably never really thought to ever use it. Baxter bad encountered people like this in lockup and wanted him out of the  house and away from his family as quickly as possible.