<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Karra's first instinct was to be angry. Her cheeks turned red, her body had stiffened, and angry retort was already in her throat--but then she took a moment to look at Tom. The angry reply died in her throat, her eyes softened, and her body seemed to relax all in a single moment. He seemed so sincere in his need of her that she didn't know how to react other than nod. She was disappointed and a part of her still felt like he considered her weak, but she tried not to think that way knowing it was unlikely.<br/><br/>If Tom hadn't convinced her yet to stay, he sealed it with his next words,<span style="color: #40FF00">"Karra, I love you. Don't leave my side please..."</span>There was no chance for her to argue now. Not when he looked at her that way, spoke in that soft voice, his hands gently clenching and unclenching on her shoulders unknowingly as he seemed to wait for her to blow up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Okay..."</span>she replied softly. They both knew this sort of easy agreement from Karra was not easy at all. The fact that she had given in without a fight was even more surprising. She had done as Tom had asked and looked at it from his point of view--and realized that he likely lived in anxiety everyday with her bold moves and decisions. This time, though, he would not have to worry for those two days.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>"I suggest maybe less guns and more explosions. Mine fields are old school, but tried and true..." </span>Karra said finally as way of showing her acknowledgement of Tom's request and her part of giving input.