<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, Main Lobby - saving a young lady like a big damn hero :P<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>His eyes followed hers, looking up the the wide staircase from which the black smoke came, the volume increasing rapidly with each passing second. The voice at the back of his mind, tiny as it was before, now bellowed loudly, almost to the point that it began drowning out the bellowing sirens. Sam wanted to listen to it, respond to that desire to climb those stairs and see if there was anyone else. While it seemed unlikely to find anyone still conscious or even alive by this point, that tiny possibility persisted, nagging at him like acid. Turning his head, he looked at the young woman again, her innocent yet slightly panicked expression tugging at the strings of his heart.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah... Yeah, let's get out of here!"</strong>he responded, the voice inside his head falling silent suddenly, the cries for justice disappearing into nothingness, replaced by the roaring alarmbells. Taking hold of her small hand while telling her to keep her head low, he lead the young woman towards the double doors that formed the entrance of the library, pulling one open. Quickly they darted outside. While the air outside was polluted with smog, it wouldn't kill them as fast as the thick smoke inside would have. When the pair was about halfway down the stone steps, he stopped and turned to check on her.<strong>"Are you alright?"</strong>There was genuine concern in his blue eyes, the policeman inside him wishing to know if it could be satisfied with this one saved life.