<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>: The Phoenix Family Townhome / Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:The White Rhino gang, The Others, Jack, Open<br/><br/>Finishing the car quickly he closed the hood with a soft smile on his face. He nodded respectivly as he almost found himself saluting the blind child.  He knew when to question orders and he knew when to just follow them, and today was a day he should follow orders.  As Michael had said there was enough time for questions and answers when they were all safe and sound. He noticed the girls returning before setting his things in the back seat looking the car over.  He made his way to the three girls as he held out the keys towards Maddy, with a reluctant sigh he spoke<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"please...please tell me you know how to drive a stick?"</span></em><br/><br/>He hoped her eyes would follow his towards the 73' trans am that lay looking new in the garage.  So much history was held with that car, it was the first project his father and him worked on together.  It was the first car he learned to drive, even though back when he was 14 it was still a piece of shit that was lucky it was still held together. They had put so much into, not jsut money but time and heart.  He was so relieved when she said she could manage it<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>"please take care of her..."</em></span>he said with a gulp.