<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>Vehicle</strong>: The White Rihno<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: My Place<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jacks Place<br/><br/>Why them? was all he could think as the truck hit a soft bump on the road and he shifted lightly from where he was sitting. The only sounds came from the roars of the cars engines as he looked forwards the man on the motorcycle leading them away.  Jack, a wonderful kid, smart strong, intelligent, no wonder why he slid right into the leadership role of this rag tag group that Michael had pulled together.  Tristyn sighed a good sigh knowing on many occasions Jack had saved him and gave him advise, they'd be safe for a while and Tristyn could hear his father saying<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"A true soldier knows when to lead and when to follow..."</span></em></strong>he knew he would follow orders when given, that was his purpose, he guessed it was at least.<br/><br/>His eyes traveled back towards "her" in the volvo and all that managed out of his mouth was a saddening sigh, he was glad she was here and glad she had friends who'd look after her and keep her safe even if he couldnt, he shook that from his mind.  No they may have ended badly but he'd still protect her, he still cared, even if she didnt believe it.  He continued to think bout her until he heard the Trans Am shifting wrong and he cringed<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"Softer Maddy...softer!"</strong></em></span>he said aloud to noone in general.