<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Home, Jog, School<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:The White Rhino gang, The Others<br/><br/><br/>He slipped out of the truck looking at the others in the small group convoy they had<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"i have food and other things if others would like to rumage as well.....and..."</span></em>The thought just clicked like someone turned a light switch on in his head<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"My father belonged to a gun range...where i met a friend i guess you can call us....well she lives on the edge of town, she'd come with us... if shes even there, if not, her family are... were gun finatics, they're bound to have a multitude of weapons there... just a thought..."</span></em>He turned away from the group towards the garage door of the townhouse like building, typing in the code the garage door rose to let him into the house.  As the doors rose, the others could see inside.  Closer towards the door was an older 70s harley that Jake would appriciate, but to the right was the real beauty, an old 1973 Pontiac Trans Am sat nicely polished looking like it was just bought minuets ago.  The hood was up and some random bolts and wires were laying on the floor near by.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.musclecardrive.com/images/specs_pics/1973-firebird.jpg)</div></div>