<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Washington<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library, outside - Hesitating to leave a defenceless maiden by herself to attempt helping others<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>His blue irises followed to where Natalie's trembling arm was pointing. The boards had been knocked off one of the windows, a group of very diverse folk piling out one by one in an attempt to flee the smoke and flames raging inside, probably close enough to lick at their heels. Sam took a step forward, then stopped, hesitating as he began to wonder what he should do. It was obvious the people could use a hand with their escape, but when he looked back over his shoulder at the young woman he had found in the lobby, bent over and coughing loudly, he found he could not just abandon her. It was his responsibility, his<em>duty</em>to keep looking after her. That was what he told himself over and over in an attempt to quell the voice of protest inside his head.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm sure... they'll be fine,"</strong>he said, withdrawing his taken step to return to Natalie's side, placing his hand on her delicate shoulder once more.<strong>"Let's stay here, for now. The building might collapse." </strong><br/><br/>They watched as, one by one, the group escaped the building via the window, landing in the dark snow below. It was a strange group, Sam thought, with one person looking even more shifty than the next. He supposed they were the other members of the therapy group he was scheduled to meet. Funny how these things turned out. Had the transport from the prison not been delayed due to some misplaced paperwork, he himself might have been jumping out of that window right now, covered in soot and ash with lungs filled with hazardous smoke and fumes. An unpleasant thought, to say the least.