<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Lana Meyer </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Ghost ' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ef83644e-b81e-4c18-a36f-83c777a6137e_zps8d502a8f.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lana grinned and pointed the rifle between his legs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Lucky man? Boy, if you end up with me and I find you cheating on me with another woman...You will know it when your unfaithful piece of meat down there disappears in your hands like some ghost had taken it, just a little more painful." </span><br/><br/>Although Lana smiled with these words, it was quite obvious that she was serious. She wouldn't kill him. But he would be never able to satisfy another woman. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"We were headed for a briefing. There had been some skirmishes lately in the gulf area and they wanted Sarge to infiltrate into the terrorist area and to end that threat. But as it looks now, they will have to send Bravo in. Alpha is out of business." </span><br/><br/>Lana put her rifle away and sat back down. Her eyes were on the young Sergeant's face..<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"How come you are travelling with your sister?" </span></div>