<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">We Found Love in a Hopeless Place…<br/>Tagging Brie &amp; Tray or Others ;)</span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/48b2ac9a02f0b-2.jpg?t=1327456356)</div><em>@ Austin’s condo…</em><br/>Austin’s mind was still filled with the scenes from the earlier interactions in the darkened alley. After a couple of hours of paperwork and a smattering of interviews from supervisors, psychologists, and internal affairs he was excused from his shift. A panel of his peers would determine if his actions were warranted and if he would continue in his duties, face paid administrative leave for additional investigation, or would be dismissed and charged. He was fairly certain it would all fall into place and he’d be back at work without much to-do.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, it didn’t give him much time to return to his condo, shower and change and get ready to meet Tray. The thought of being with his closest friend lightened his mood substantially. The punk had a way of doing that to Austin. Unlike Austin, Tray had a rather large family of cousins, though the cop hadn’t met many of them other than in passing. He did know Tray’s twin Brie rather well. Austin had to admit she was cute and the bond the siblings shared was something to witness. A portion of that bond passed to Austin as well. He considered Brie an important person in his life by way of Tray. At times Austin felt like a big brother to the two, but he also felt other things about Tray. Other things that Austin felt weren’t worth considering.<br/><br/>He shuddered as he pulled a red t-shirt on over his head and thought about the dead kid again. Austin couldn’t imagine what he would do if that happened to one of the twins. The thought of losing one of his only friends to such brutality was enough to make his heart race. He ran his hands through his hair and as he brought them to his sides he looked at the calloused fingers. Had he ever been in a rage so blinding he murdered? His hidden dark side had many secrets he had yet to unlock.<br/><br/><em>@ P3…</em><br/>A short cab ride later he found himself standing outside the relatively non-descript P3. Austin knew that the exterior didn’t give much inspiration to what exactly occurred inside. Stepping into the club, he was overcome with a sense of letting go. The music was pumping (http://youtu.be/GchEVSx9XEA) and people left their cares at the door. Austin was determined to do the same. The lyrics called to him…<br/><br/>Shine a light through an open door<br/>Love a life I will divide<br/>Turn away 'cause I need you more<br/>Feel the heartbeat in my mind<br/><br/>It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny<br/>But I’ve gotta let it go<br/><br/>We found love in a hopeless place…<br/><br/>Austin’s right lip curled into a half smile as he made his way over to the bar to grab a beer. On the way he flipped out his phone and sent a quick text message off to Try. “Here, u?”<br/>