<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Held at gunpoint by Twitch<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Twith, Mika<br/><hr/></div><br/>In many ways, Noah was more of a man then any of the Coyotes could ever claim to be.<br/><br/>She hoped she would live long enough to see who he would become.<br/><br/>Sara managed to force down the remainder of her cornbread before directing her wary gaze up toward Twitch. So much for savoring the last moments before the raiders returned. Beneath the grime and chemical dependency lurked a decent enough human being, but he was also a small man with a lot to prove. Mika recoiled further in on herself and with good reason. Something was wrong. There was a feral, shark-like look in Twitch's saucer eyes. And he was even more agitated then usual. Sara Had the impression that he had bitten off (snorted, swallows, or injected) more then he could chew.<br/><br/>His animal gaze shifted to Noah alone and it lingered long enough to give Sara pause to wonder. The tension became too much to bear.<br/><br/>"<strong>Loyd,</strong>"  Sara cautioned lowly, summoning up Twitch's birth name. She spoke in the slow careful tones with which you'd adress a man perched on the edge of a building. "<strong>Everyone will be back soon and you know Dom doesn't like you on the bus...</strong>"<br/><br/>Normally the mere mention of Dom's name would be enough to send Twitch scrambling up to his post on the roof, but not today. In a flash a pistol was brandished in Sara's face, wavering within an inch from her temple where it trembled precariously.<br/><br/>"<strong>You shut up. Just shut the fuck up. <em>You</em> do NOT get to tell me what to do.</strong>" He commanded in a squeak strained with high emotion.<br/><br/>