<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Tamara „Tammy“ Fisher</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">The Medic</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/57863cd1-18be-4b35-a2e8-b10440863639_zps5f7c91c2.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tammy had not understood all the Major had said, as she had not been involved in the talking in the passenger area. But she knew what he wanted to do, when he had opened his hand. She would have liked to shoot her herself, but that was ok too. And she definitely liked the shocked expression in the face of the princess. She opened the medpack to 'patch' up the princess, when she spat out and uttered threats and curses. Tammy looked at the syringe in her hand. It was a pity to waste that on this bitch. She put it back in the medpack and gripped her pistol at the front. The blow may have been a bit too forceful, Tammy admitted that, when she holstered the pistol. But it worked. She quickly cleaned the wound and bandaged it. Last she threw the unconscious bitch over her shoulder and walked back into the passenger room. The atmosphere was amused when it came to the soldiers and icy on the part of the professor. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Who's Geek?"</span> When a soldier stood up, she grinned. He looked every inch like a geek. <br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Help me with the bitch here. We need a table to put her on for the x-ray.“</span></div>