[b]Abram - Baton Rouge House - Samantha/Leah/Turisa[/b]

"Sam's right, we need to leave - we'll try to track Jess from there." He said, shouldering his rifle. He turned to Turisa as she spoke, his breathing becoming heavy. When she explained what had happened, his blood boiled with anger. He didn't mean to, but his thumb twitched, and he pulled back the hammer on his pistol. If he were honest with himself - he wanted to raise the gun and put a bullet in the woman. No - he wanted to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze until she couldn't breath. 

Abram guessed his anger translated to his body - his fists balled to the point that his knuckles whitened, his brow furrowed hard, and he breathed heavily through his nose. A while back, Abram had problems with his anger, but he'd learned to control it. He repeated the ritual to himself. [i]My name is Abram Howard Chamberlin, Master Sergeant in the US Military.[/i] He slowly realeased his fist, uncurling his fingers. He forced himself to slow his inhales and exhales - regulate the breathing... [i]Focus, Abram.[/i] He said. He opened his eyes and Leah staring at him, a look of concern on her face. 

"Turisa-" He said, almost spilling all the violent things he wanted to scream at her. "It's alright.