<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br/><strong>Home, mall</strong><br/><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br/><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br/><hr/><br/>His eyes met Danielle's for a few moments as he took the bag from his woman's hands.  He let a soft smile play across his lips<strong>"I, yeah sorry, kind of wrapped up in all of this"</strong>he muttered to her before giving her a soft wink.  His eyes returned to scanning the route as they noticed looters and thieves moving all about them.  It angered and disgusted him that people would jump on the opportunity to do such things instead of helping.  His eyes followed the men racing about till the voice of his woman, the only people he cared for, drew his attention towards them.<br/><br/><strong> "I hope we can get home before dark, it'll be easier to make sure these arse's aren't destroying our things back at home?" </strong>he took her hand with his bruised arm slightly wincing at the pain<strong>"Don't worry, we'll be ok"</strong>what he truly meant from that he wasn't sure.  Was he talking about them and their troubling relationship?  Or was it about the world ending before them?  He didn't quite know, and was about to speak up more about them when Michelle's cries for help drew his attention.<br/><br/><em><br/>"Hey! Hey that's my bag you little fuck! Give it back!" <br/><br/>And then in a bit of panic she turned to her friends..<br/><br/>"He's got my bag! My keys are in there and my passport and everything!"<br/></em><br/><br/>A slight growl erupted from his throat as he slowly let Dani's hand go and set the bag down<strong>"stay here"</strong>he squeezed both hands, his broken arm aching through his body.  However he didn't let pain show across his face, he'd wince and moan and bitch about it later, but now he needed to protect the girls, and his girl.  Approaching the prick from the side he spoke fluidly and with slight agitation to his voice.<strong>"It's simple, drop it and be gone"</strong>he stood there silently gritting his teeth.  The crook looked between the woman who stood feet away and Tristyn who stood inches from him.  The man also noticed Tristyn's wrapped arm and smirked<strong>"fuck off!"</strong>he said as he produced a knife.  Tristyn brought his arm up to swing at the man, but at the same moment the guy swung the blade out as the pointed object embedded into the flesh of his good arm.