<div class="floatleft">(http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1024x768/p/paul_walker_beautiful_blue_eyes-6252.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ace<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Time Square<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Quinn, Samuel<br/><br/>He looked down and he saw his hand on his gun, he gritted his teeth a bit and put it away. "Damn it, fuckin military." He muttered and looked away. "To bad I couldn't be retired before this shit..." He went on under his breath and then looked at the man as he spoke about the clinic. "My name is Ace, I can help you as well, if you don't mind that is." He said and looked around them, eyes searching to see where they could go to get the hell out of all of this mess.<br/><br/>He needed a breather and he needed it bad now, he didn't know why but he was certain that that man had been in more danger than he ever had in his life. He hadn't even realized he had taken his gun out and he didn't know why. He wanted to know what the military had done to him, he had carried this pistol with him every leave he had had and never once had he drawn it. Now in a time like this, he had almost shot a man, that was not him, not him at all.